Giving Respect to the underground.

Deep underground, I'm found. Writing to relate and sharing the escape.feeling the pain, loving the rain. Making my day, shaping your day. Down here anything is respected. True meaning of what's truly uncut self expression without the fear of fucking up. Nothing is rejected, all words are accepted. No worry of what's not OK. Because the underground doesn't judge what it is we say. And that's beauty in itself and the freedom We seek. For the power of expression without discretion is worth more than gold, drugs and weapons. Truth, reality, pain, lust and smiles. Raw and uncut and pulled from our files. True are our story's and we hope to inspire, light fires and give hope to a life that seems like it has no meaning. And giving those that can't relate a reason to be believing. All that deep shit that has been underground. Has been dug up like a bloody bloodhound. Lost souls, fortunate ones and everyone in between. Being heard, through our words, raising goose bumps like mountains that speak. We are the voices that the deep underground seeks. Much love and respect to the forces that be. And may the blessings be given, felt and received. Keep writing, venting, plotting and rhyming.much love and respect to the deep underground.