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 19, 2010
more jay Electronnica ...
what's good fam!
another gem i wanted to share. if you don't know you gotta ask somebody cuz this kid is the truth. might have to go all the way back to Illmatic to feel something this fresh ...
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blessings,
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