Respiration Lyrics - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star - Blackstar

Escúchela la ciudad respirando 

The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis 

Shining, like who on top of this? 

People was tussling, arguing and bustling 

Gangstas of Gotham hardcore hustling 

I'm wrestling with words and ideas 

My ears is pricked, seeking what will transmit 

The scribes can apply to transcript, yo 

This ain't no time where the usual is suitable 

Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable 

The indisputable, we New York the narcotic 

Draped in metal and fiber optics 

Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips 

For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets 

Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class watches 

Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living is preposterous 

Stay alive, you play or die, no options, no Batman and Robin 

Can't tell between the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless 

With no conscience, back streets stay darkened 

Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened 

My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbing 

You either make a way or stay sobbing 

The shiny Apple is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat 

You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat 

Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down 

Spotlight to savages, NASDAQ averages 

My narrative rose to explain this existence 

Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance 

So much on my mind that I can't recline 

Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine 

Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine 

Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline 

Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call 

I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing 

Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening 

Sigh before we die like the last train leaving 

Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps 

We stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept 

The beast crept through concrete jungles 

Communicatin with one another 

And ghetto birds where waters fall 

From the hydrants to the gutters 

The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin 

You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken 

Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers 

With Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God 

By havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it 

We played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull 

When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes 

Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise 

Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog 

Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene 

Thoughts that people put in the air 

Places where you could get murdered over a glare 

But everything is fair 

It's a paradox we call reality 

So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality 

Killers Born Naturally like, Mickey and Mallory 

Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary 

Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing 

Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in 

For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted 

I'm asking if y'all feel me and the crowd left me stranded 

My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggas 

Actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go 

I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates 

New York life type trife the Roman Empire state 

So much on my mind that I can't recline 

Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine 

Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine 

Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline 

Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call 

I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing 

Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening 

Sigh before we die like the last train leaving 

Yo, on The Amen, Corner I stood lookin at my former hood 

Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good 

Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it 

Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered 

I choreograph seven steps to heaven 

In hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leaven 

Veteran of a cold war It's Chica-I-go for 

What I know or, what's known 

So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home 

From the crib I spend months gone 

Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long 

Young girls with weak minds, but they bust strong 

Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord, but didn't have a touch-tone 

It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on 

Some of this land I must own 

Outta the city, they want us gone 

Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes 

My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones 

Surrounded by hate, yet I love home 

Ask my guy how he thought travellin the world sound 

Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown 

It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep 

A reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep 

Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep 

A reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep 

So much on my mind that I can't recline 

Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine 

Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine 

Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline 

How the bass ride out like an ancient mating call 

I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing 

Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening 

Kiss the eyes goodbye I'm on the last train leaving