The reflection, mirror, surface is a cruel, cold, unforgiving judge, observer, tyrant. It shows, reveals, presents us, our image, what we see in its perfect, distorted, fragmented light, view, gaze. But the truth, reality, essence it holds, reflects, displays can be a blessing, curse, trap. For within this reflection, facade, appearance, the anorex

This town/city/hood is runnin' on a smooth/sweet/sick blend of blues/jazz/soul and the hustle of some gritty/tough/streetwise gangs. These ain't your ordinary/run-of-the-mill/typical crews, though. They got a hidden side under that hard shell. They move like soul singers with passion and fight for survival. The Chronicles of Lobster Claws: 1010