We been evolving with music ever since our mothers heart beats, special and different, terminally unique ,flabbergasted freaks ,trapped, poverty ,stricken and weak ,little shits unharnessed potential ,forced into a corner of naughty left handed, never gonna be right no matter how hard they tried 2 fool we,
And force us to be other than that which is 3 ,with an Iron fist that was planned pummeling our creative needs, like bricks in a washing machines. Discombobulated ,SoulJah wearing our souls on our sleeves Traitors sounding dis-eased, some things never change best believe,they just wait and become vague and strange and displeased,the only escape and coping mechanism sufficient 4 1 2 survive and preserve the real we ,was our universal given creative talents! aka" Balancing heavy burdens on bended knees" Deep in the concrete jungle ,among all kinds of sleaze. Only dead fish go with the flow! with ease, and swimming upstream provided us with the fortitude and spiritual stamina, 4 the streets, that would be required in-order for We to be able to keep on keeping on through these astonishing catastrophes, written in stone, war and peace.For what doesn't kill must make strengths increase, as out of the darkness comes the light. like a beast to a priest ,That we r still here to share,express and create, creative, creations...and weep.