Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.
But what was more violent than making people disbelieve in the worth of their own lives? What was more violent than making them believe they deserved less and less every day?
My conception of New York City came from rap music. I envisioned it as a place where people shot each other on the street and got away with it; no one walked on the streets, rather people drove in their sports cars looking for nightclubs and for violence.
It isn’t about knowing the most stories, child. It is about carrying the ones that are most important and passing them along.
If you’re alive, then there is hope for a better day and something good to happen. If there is nothing good left in the destiny of a person, he or she will die.