Breaking

Sedgewick and Cedar circa ‘79- the scene is set
And the streets have limbs, dressed in designer drugs
Plus drenched in humid conflict,
Accessorized with burnt building cufflinks and broken innocence bracelets.
These are the breaks.
Witness the culture of the phoenix
When gangs walked through blue flames and emerged as crews,
Scope the remix.
From a closed fist and a blade to doing back flips in a black vest with a
Spade.
This is the breakdown:
Writers were different fighters with leveled eyes and cans pressurized,
If you took the time to look in the city
Subway cars would scream, “All you see is crime in the city”
Cops on the corner work their beat while the footwork works the beat,
The coin drops and the baby freeze is
Def
Funky
Fresh…
Frosty.
Dope blew in like windmills and took mad warriors in its’ windchill.
A cold war for the soul
Turned soul on ice,
Smooth as black ice in the dark
Black Byrds on wax, doing it in the park.
Then wild-style-wars on Beat Street were caught,
The world captures with a lens
Steady rocks and some friends,
Quinones on canvas makes some ends,
Media starts stepping Kwik on these trends.