The top of the T is what we called it, where dope fiends and trap Queens meet hustlers pimps and alcoholics, with daydreams of quick schemes that are in a life filled with paranoia death wishes and let Downs, this is the place where black Superman meets kryptonite and is seen as a ghetto vet now, where the real ones live Corcoran ironwood tehachapi wayside, all housing for real nigggas trying to protect their pride, behind the mask of aggression is where their pain hides, living...