Thursday, April 25, 2013

The Urban Jungle

So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night till she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening

- "Respiration," BlackStar

1 comment:

  1. So vivid and alive. And the text complements your work perfectly.