There was no sleep but past alleys I’d see, with furniture decaying and the time I wasn’t going to feel going by…. Early 97s
Church sundays weren’t the same when the only people who could contain the demons within me departed from the city I grew up in…. 2003s
Was sleeping in the back of the van while they all were inside…. Found my self in cathedrals not feeling any different about my faith… 2010s
If it was art, to bring the beauty even with madness then I’d create it….94s They tell me what I don’t have and what I need to be, told them I never need anything to paint a picture 2024…. A light I’d feel alone, blunt no one gave me to roll, just me an all these thoughts that become scripts 2024… East Los Angeles wasn’t a battle field, everyone joins in the middle of the night to express the love for the city at...