My parents ran a residential rehabilitation center. The basement of the first house on Thirty-five Chestnut Street was home for me as a newborn. When I was a kid my life seemed to have no adventure and felt completely void of characters. It wasn't as vivid as tales spun by addicts in search of recovery and a personal Jesus. Back then I didn't see contradictions and complications as a process of human maturity. Time taught me that Life is tragic, hope filled, explicit, and blessed ...
Jan 6, 2010
Mad old school shit ...
In a former life I use to roll with these cats. See if you recognize the last MC's voice ...
Line up: Rain, Real, Precise, & Miz w/Corey Red on the hook and beats by Severe. Can't front, a bit of a misguided classic ...
M
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blessings,
M