This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?
"3 Shades of Black" - Hank Williams III, Damn Right Rebel Proud
It’s a good day for coffee, thermo, and Hank the Third.
Oh, I will soon ok? We are recording a new song which is more indie/folk-like. Will post it here as soon as we’re done with it.
And I’m searching for my pride again
as I’m haunting for your eyes again
but you’re no where to be found tonight
still I wait in every morning light
until that day is mine