The 305. Drilled down to pork and beans. The projects, nigga. This feels like a benediction of the specialness of the Magic City. Particularly of the black vision and sensibility born of a truly unique history. The light, the sun’s bleaching heat and the sea combine to make a special background personality. A freedom that makes the toughness real. Because the sea makes dreams possible, so boys go out and chase them. And the sea is so big that it makes us dream big. Big where others are limited by midwestern winters or their land locked horizons. We see beyond the waves and know that once we struggle beyond them anything that man has done or not done is possible. Miami. In the winter light. On the stoop. No shots. Chillin.
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