Yeah, I like to come here.
It's lonesome. You know what's wack? When I'm down with the posse at home and sh** and everybody be screaming and yelling and sh**, it gets real lonesome. It be like crowded and noise and screaming and suddenly it feels like I'm the only one there.
The more people there is the lonelier it get. I have this dream.
... Yeah, like what?
Nothing. Sometimes I have it, that's all.
Lyrics from Jesse Markin - Quiet Place.
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