I first romanced the beat
After weaving poetry
With music
I first romanced the cans
After I took time to just lose it
Using lines to speak
In two ways
One.
Metaphor falls in love with simile
Two.
Metaphor and simile make love in the streets of new york
Three. A poem is born and I pick up a mic and spit with no one behind me
Flickering lights showed me the way after I saw productions that made
My want more
As the subway kept on moving
I fell in love with hip hop in new york city
I fell in love with a culture
While words dripped from tips of fingers
to magnetic reactions that casted...
These are the old "Redbird" style subway trains on one of their last runs out to Coney island, before being completely retired in 2003.
The retired cars were scrapped, and dumped into the ocean... some say to act as an artificial...