Corner confined writing rhymes, I Liston to HIP HOP, that hard political underground spit! I form tidal waves from pebble drops, your self motivation. A child of the revolution, bananas and tree beetles is all I need. I assassinate attempted collaborations with evil ententes, rise for my brethren
Came to rain pain constant and without remorse. Sit at "slighted folk" table, highly aware of yawls nightly affairs. No rest for the overly anxious, stripped of any and all stature. No matter the quality of the camera, no pictures of me, can be found..............etc.