“I'll never forget those aimless years./Street sounds swirling through my mind./Trouble was often in the air,/so we fought to forget our despair./I'm a street player,/and I'll play you a song.”
Looking for jazz and justice in a world falling apart.
“I'll never forget those aimless years./Street sounds swirling through my mind./Trouble was often in the air,/so we fought to forget our despair./I'm a street player,/and I'll play you a song.”