Well, I wish there was someone. Well, I wish there was someone. to love me. When I used to be someone. And I knew there was someone. that loved me. . As I sit here, frozen, alone.
[Rich Nice]. What's happenin brothers and sisters?. Welcome to our time. . [Jessica Care Moore]. Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles. Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write.