In the streets I can greet ya,
about blunts I teach ya.
Inhale deep like the words of my breath.
I never sleep
’cause sleep is the cousin of death.
I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times.
Nothing’s equivalent
to the New York state of mind.
Lyrics from “N. Y. State of Mind” by Nas, 1994.
Graffiti by Trans1. “Color-Eyes’d.” Part of the Welling Court Mural Project. June 2019.
Photo by Rick Stachura. 28th Avenue in Astoria, Queens. April 22, 2021.
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