born on the shores of neglect.
eventually adopted by liberation.
art became my nativity.
it's sweat....
poured into the root of the tree that sprang forth
strange fruit
for people like you to taste
so i guess i'm from a pecular place
born to a pecular race
and given a pecular, yet beautiful purpose.


*go ahead... climb the ladder... i'll sit here and wait for the wood to rot
-UntaiNted