A prized color, worth and value almost exceeds my own brother and would you bother to see what I've expressed, as I blindly caressed the cold cement wall, watch out not to fall towards an abandoned train littered with a generations movement cuased by the need for change I've never exchanged a smile for pain and still nuthin remains the same, its got an edge and a sniff of danger the rush, the adrenaline, running through my veins, a heart pounding out of my chest, the throbbing in my ever list...

where Im from Im from faded jeans and red caps hoods and savage kicks from banana seats and dirt roads, just before eight hours of stars I am from pine trees holding memory of a fall we cant forget that sticky sap stays put I am from hard work and playin even harder the way we used to at the lake Im from the hurry-ups and the lets-take-it-easies from harsh truth that always ends with soft spoken words Im from total awareness of fake and reality from burning black top and the never-let-the-b...