FAMILY HUSTLE

I REMEMBER SITTIN IN THE LUNCHROOM IN ALL HALLOWS, AND MY BROTHER WOULD HARDLY GRAB A BITE TO EAT HE WAS TOO FOCUSED ON HIS RHYME BOOK. NOW-D-DAYS EVERYBODY'S DREAM SEEMS TO BE A MICROPHONE; WASNT ALWAYS THEIR GOAL, THEIR PATH, THEIR PASSION IF YOU WILL. WELL IN LIFE THEY SAY YOU ARE VALIDATED BY THE PROOF OF WHAT YOU WORKED FOR, AND HOW WELL OTHERS THAT WERE ACTUALLY THERE CAN TELL THE STORY. IN THIS CASE, LET ME BE THE ONE. IT STARTED IN A PLACE WELL KNOWN FOR A LOT OF THINGS.  APPROXIMATELY 40-BLOCKS IN LENGTH, 20 OR SO IN WIDDTH. THE PLACE WHICH WAS ONCE REFERRED TO AS THE WORLD. UPTOWN, DOWNTOWN, ALL THE SAME; MOVING AS ONE, HOWEVER DISJOINTED.  AMBITIONS...OF HUSTLERS YOU WOULD SAY. I'M JUST GRATEFUL THAT WE'RE STILL HERE, AND INTRIGUED BY WHATS TO COME. JOIN US