I finally broke through my "block" with this piece, turning a bit of double entendre into psychological dissolution. Wha fu?

we get some bills to pay how they stick it to you smells like the world's sold and i got a limitless future to write my words down but who will listen sounds like I'm singing to a wishing well but I got some bloody hell to raise you…

I work in the city of Rochester, NY and I see and hear certain things when I'm there. When I look for an apartment in the ghetto, I see African Americans. When I go to the mall to buy clothing, I see overweight shoppers. When I look for conspiracy…

well you don't know it or may not even believe...you gotta hear it to see

Recorded on a 4-track, without any reverb or other effects.

The final piece.