“This video…tells the story of a downtown Cincinnati youth’s walk through a cold city. The film is a chilling reminder of how broken our lives can be, yet offers hope in cold times through the strength we find in unity” – MC Forty
His hood’s up – his hood’s up the block.
He’s about a block away from gunshots, rocks, and spray-
Paint tags laid in pavement – nameless faces – he can’t translate it…
But anyway, this kid walks to Linn Street,
Wondering as he raps if anyone is listening.
Black Starr – “Respiration” is the beat,
But none of his friends have heard of Talib Kweli.
There’s about three blocks more before
He can even see his apartment door.
But what the police trying to start ish for,
Rollin past him slow, as if the way he’s
Dressed ain’t fashionable, he would’ve grabbed his coat,
But this jacket allowed him to feel the cold,
And to heal his soul. Make the change known –
That night his hood became a halo…
The season freezes time
It seeks to leave behind, what can’t quite
Find it’s way, today.
Cincinnati ain’t seen in the grind when we can’t
Seek what we find,
The Cold Ain’t why…
My people can’t feel no pain today.
His sky moves subtly like grooves of pave,
As a quilt that keeps cold in hues of gray.
Can’t figure if it’s 2 in the day
As his mind swims for shore to lose the wave.
Cause there ain’t no sunshine when his dream is
Gone by the wayside and moves his dame
To do the same, his truth’s ashamed
To admit that his happiness pursuits his pain.
The city breathes what he shoots in vain
As a remedy distracting how his tomb’s engraved.
His lips quiver to feel the warmth a little
Light might deliver if he do the same
In his mind. It’s what’s proved his gain
When his time’s only described as youth in age.
The block knew he’s 22 today,
The same number that shot him with youth in range.
So as a crowd looks and “oo’s” and “aa’s” –
His cold blooded moved subtly…through grooves of pave.