"While his heart bled out; a hum broke the gate to his soul."

June 30, 2016

I don’t walk gangsta’ style, do not even own a gun, don’t really talk trash and certainly do not walk around with my jeans below the waistline.

So, then why do I like rap/hip-hop?

When I couldn’t find any answers around my urban life, I did what most confused professiona...

September 28, 2015

The cars on the highway were zipping by. My hands were firm; my legs on the peddle; the warm caffeine swiveled down leaving aromatic eye poppers up in the air. This was it; I could feel the thrill that would come with hitting the gas and so I did through 100 miles befo...

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