I was on Church St in lower Manhattan during 9/11. I was on an uptown bus when my mom called me and informed me of a plane hitting the WTC. Knowing I was in the area I popped my head around and saw nothing. In my mind it was some small craft. It wasn't until the bus made a sudden stop thinking it had received a flat. We all had to get off and felt this wierd heat and dust and looked up to see this black cloud. My mind connected it to my moms call but wasn't sure what had happend. It was the second plane hitting I realized later as I sprint towards my apartment. As I got far enough and looked back, I saw the huge plume. In my apartment TV on, reaity hit home. I wont get into more detail of what happened from that day over the next two weeks simply because I dont want to remember it now. In any event Phoenix rose from the ashes in this song and that Phoenix, was an American Eagle

Phoenix

Jayrock