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Ive been making music and talking shit for 20 yrs. It doesn't get old, i'm just slowly turning to leather. Everything I make is for you, the whole time it was for you. This song is inspired by those stinking days that cock like a pistol to your temple, always burning hot. It was times like those that could drip down the image of a formidable group of African men and women coming over a river bank. Sitting at a creek side shelter, sweltering in the heat, sweat drips into memories of Africa and visions of its people over river banks new. The lines on their faces store the past left back at home, now flipping coins with the broken shadows down by the stirring shores. They heard the noise. They felt the energy of the great delta-blue waters, converging where encouragement lay in the reflection of their own lessons. They translated the free form wailing of the pressure of their lives into the hardness of the slavery blues. That melody that comes from a place which will always know the