Music allowed me to eat. But it also allowed me to express myself. I played because I had to play. I rid myself of bad dreams and rotten memories.
“White phosphorus burning through the night Skeleton crew on a slaver, hug the equator tight Drone fly like metal kite Hellfire out the sky, open your book to Revelations Anyone hatin’, this your chance to get right”
billy woods | “Artichoke”
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