ABOUT
This would be a story about me, for who? I'm not sure. But you can read the lines or between, to judge or to feed on what is not yours. Is that what we all need? To rinse the cost of time off our knees, and to turn the eyes of greed to another being.
JOSH
A land fit for another, fit for a brother. Fit for a man sleek and slimy and shrewd, to grind through a faceless show of convenience in a folded shape of meaning.
SCOTT
Dress me with your banter, with your clothes. Roll me into your smoke. Drown me with your eyes, cold hands closed throat. I float Sucka, choke on this note.
MUSIC
Dope ass motha fuckas born and raised and captivated by the soul of a land most inspired and motivated by this time and place.