Quietly ponder from the windowsill looking out on the blanketed streetscape
hiphop
rap
jazz
new york
ny
buffalo
pseudo
new rochelle
slang
pseudo slang
xtracts
Story behind the song
Cold hands still unpocketed so to write despite the deep freeze, and after ex-amount of silent footsteps, the comforting feeling of being able to look out on the quiet scene from heated abode.
Lyrics
"I share beat-breaks with no fakes, most the time I walk alone - dome covered in snow flakes. My brother dreamin' of sweepstakes and lotto, a hundred dollars wouldn't last your broke ass till tommorrow..."
