trust me the spoken word is more powerful than any pull of the trigger.
standing there as my mouth begins to move all i can see is the street before me .
the beat in my backround as i begin to speak
its subtle at first but as we join we grow into one voice.
something that has allowed us to come together making more than urban noise
the voice of a population
this sanctuary we have found amongst ourselves .
intense .
but real none the less.
the calm before the squall
.sudden .
but still to the point
i have alot to learn about life its self
i'm a student of the dream
who teaches himself never to believe
to realize the subconscience of the science behind things

its still a brutal reality none the less