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There was once a time when we valued authenticity. We valued it in our artists, in our style, in our culture. We sought potential. We valued the future. We explored the alleys and underpasses because that is where ideas were born. They were born from heartache. Change came from the gutter, not from the fortresses of privilege and protection. It wasn’t about who you knew, or what level of privilege you entered with. It was about how much blood and sweat you put into your art, and ultimately where you were discovered.

Society is losing it’s way. We’ve become disconnected, disheartened and alone. Searching for meaning, searching for words, searching for eachother. We will come together. We are not elite. We are street. Our fingers are bleeding because, despite what society throws at us, we will not let go… we will not give up. We are holding on for dear fucking life because our art: our music, our words, is all we have.

Our spirit matters. Our thoughts matter. We are musicians, poets, writers, painters, world creators and image destroyers.We are flawed and broken geniuses. We are new, inspired by old. We are original. We are the future, and we are coming for you.

There was once a time when we valued authenticity. We valued it in our artists, in our style, in our culture. We sought potential. We valued the future. We explored the alleys and underpasses because that is where ideas were born. They were born from heartache. Change came from the gutter, not from the fortresses of privilege and protection. It wasn’t about who you knew, or what level of privilege you entered with. It was about how much blood and sweat you put into your art, and ultimately where you were discovered.

Society is losing it’s way. We’ve become disconnected, disheartened and alone. Searching for meaning, searching for words, searching for eachother. We will come together. We are not elite. We are street. Our fingers are bleeding because, despite what society throws at us, we will not let go… we will not give up. We are holding on for dear fucking life because our art: our music, our words, is all we have.

Our spirit matters. Our thoughts matter. We are musicians, poets, writers, painters, world creators and image destroyers.We are flawed and broken geniuses. We are new, inspired by old. We are original. We are the future, and we are coming for you.

Society is losing it’s way. We’ve become disconnected, disheartened and alone. Searching for meaning, searching for words, searching for eachother. We will come together. We are not elite. We are street. Our fingers are bleeding because, despite what society throws at us, we will not let go… we will not give up. We are holding on for dear fucking life because our art: our music, our words, is all we have.

Our spirit matters. Our thoughts matter. We are musicians, poets, writers, painters, world creators and image destroyers.We are flawed and broken geniuses. We are new, inspired by old. We are original. We are the future, and we are coming for you.

There was once a time when we valued authenticity. We valued it in our artists, in our style, in our culture. We sought potential. We valued the future. We explored the alleys and underpasses because that is where ideas were born. They were born from heartache. Change came from the gutter, not from the fortresses of privilege and protection. It wasn’t about who you knew, or what level of privilege you entered with. It was about how much blood and sweat you put into your art, and ultimately where you were discovered.

Society is losing it’s way. We’ve become disconnected, disheartened and alone. Searching for meaning, searching for words, searching for eachother. We will come together. We are not elite. We are street. Our fingers are bleeding because, despite what society throws at us, we will not let go… we will not give up. We are holding on for dear fucking life because our art: our music, our words, is all we have.

Our spirit matters. Our thoughts matter. We are musicians, poets, writers, painters, world creators and image destroyers.We are flawed and broken geniuses. We are new, inspired by old. We are original. We are the future, and we are coming for you.

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