Bøker av Daniel Steverson

Sin City is one of the most notorious cities with a high murder rate. Crime Money Drugs; C.M.D. These streets are known to get down or lay down. High Crime & Drug Rate, it's just high violence period. In Sin City, we had it all for a small city, we're known as the Cocaine Kingdom, every part of town was Chaos; there was the South Sonic Crew, The North Kackalakas, and the East Bangalagas. Outsiders were scared to enter these Bandlands because every corner had Beef and every street you caught static. Every street repped a name, not colors, for example, The 132nd Unknowns, Da 124th Strong, 127th Outlaws and my Block repped 126th Madness. We were like a thousand Capone's in this Small City.

So They Tell MeThe trees tell me-I only have sensories of outreaching beyond my boundaries of complacentcy. Freedom I see once I flap my wings of trusting the basic instincts even though there's a possibility the tree branch breaks modestly of having high self esteem. It's along way down the rivers stream drowning; no life jacket or lifeguard for rescuing just bowies in the deep blue sea; bungy jumping from the limbs onto the concrete constantly like scrambled eggs unjustly prophesying sunny side up astonishing-the hunchback is acknowledging he can now use the oxygen that's always been there since mocking sins and virgins in the garden. I beg my pardon- the skys tell me they've removed the margins so that I can broaden my horizons; so tall as the animal cage projects.