how a list of old chicago hip-hop songs
turns me into a 17-year-old,
fully exploring the genre.
breathing the soul in. filtering out the shit.
feeling comfortable in whatever skin i, at the time, felt was mine.
like an old Sunday drive through the city.
the sky wide save for a few clouds.
laying down on the backseat.
feeling.
[source: complex]
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