Blindspotting (2018) dir. Carlos López Estrada
Tall ass bike, big ass beard. Told ya man the whole city gettin weird. The more of them pop up the more of us disappear, and the peer groups still dippin out we ain’t scared. But we missin’ tho, homeless out here just pissin’ bro, camped outside the liquor store, but I keep wonderin’ where all the liquor go. It’s a coffee shop now, latte’s and espresso's. Hard problems out here, lot of stuff we gotta wrestle, with. It’s a bit of a mental, shift. Be careful on the scene though. City feelin’ like a sea saw. Can’t believe all the kind of things that we saw. Shit, I remember growing up now the streets raw. Now all I see is paws, and dogs. Little pocket sized purses with bitches in em. Carried by bitches. Who ain’t tryna catch the rythmn. They want the bounce but they don’t want a motherfucka like me, so they try to get me up out they body like an exorcism. They can catch the vision. That’s what the town use to be about. Pitt Bulls and Shepard's. Now it’s about littler dudes in littler sweaters. I was yellin at em, bro get your shit together. You look like you ain’t even tryin, do better.
