I myself have a hard time relating to much new processed gerbil shit they dare call hip hop. This is club music for muscle mongoloids pumped up with enough xanies to choke an ox. Well a pack of Ox's. I can understand that, but where is the integrity? What happened to the real love for the art and craft of it all? While this is a graffiti picture, personally it more sums up the lifestyle. The Green Puma's, the Sun Dew twenty-five cent drink, the markers. Pre-internet, pre-everything.