Uncle’s body found in the alley. He wore the wrong color

Needles in the gutter

Crackhead on the corner, is it safe to go outside?

The Gang calls me family. No room to breathe!

Crenshaw Compton

Crenshaw Compton

Crenshaw Compton

Crenshaw Compton

No one is at home Teenage runaways

Life sees it’s peak at 16

Loneliness, anxiety, depression are our friends

The bathroom floor holds your blood loss

Anorexia denies your beautiful body growth

The world is directed by the same hate

We’re rotting inside out but we can’t see our fate

We’re all corrupted at the same rate

But I know something that can change it!

Cause it starts with me and it starts with us!

Father, I need your grace to see me through!