I once heard of the emotions and intensions that cruise through the veins of mortal men. Ruthless and abiding to rules set by themselves or the street, the ultimate consequence being death. Searching for a way to survive by any means, constantly pursuing luxuries from dreams and what's on TV. Actions determine outcomes and whether or not spilt blood is enough.
I once heard of the creativeness and innocence of the young. Who despite all odds never picked up a gun. Those whose dreams break the cycle of feeling stagnant. Bringing new concepts and ideas that once more ignited the flame of self expression.
I once heard of mortal men and the young alike who faced many odds trying to live a decent life. Differences of the two are clear but similarities are also there. At the end of the day, everyone just trying to survive.
