I now sit back and watch less-- close iii's like GOD BLESS*** the projects mean streets and hard vests-- stanks smells and fragments remain grotesquue-- yet i'm loving the feelin' streetlife is hardpressed. our messed remains stressed-- and ain't all great, who knows how many of our peoples layin' in lakes? but to chase papes and trace hate-- seem main fates-- and our people keep it on no matter the stakes... (****.) sean.