grant raze half the people who've made the cut have lined their pockets with this city's ill-gotten gains and failed to produce the projects they claimed were being bankrolled. it isn't a heritage fund. it's a graveyard littered with films that died in the womb and albums that were never made. i don't know if i have it in me to go through this again when my first taste of success was tainted by the soulless sacks of shit i called my allies. there's no lane for honest feet on a road paved with lies. but i'm trying to walk with as much purpose as i can against the flow of traffic, even if i'm destined to die when someone who's too busy texting to mind their surroundings pounds my body into pulp. 230125 what's it to you? who go blather from