the hood, originally uploaded by son.delorian.

for the love of our neighborhood, we good, later, should,
should it be earlier, or for the moment? a juxtaposition?
just justice and rhythm much in touch w/ the system.
nothin to listen only to be heard, no more homies on the curb
they got the crib on lock lonelier than words then terms
get flipped and urn’s get tipped no chips fit stacks this trip is math
just tick switch back your time we lost
i’ll find my cost, wind naught.
I am all…