Growing up on the West Side of Chicago prepares you for the world. There are two-sides to the story though. One side prepares you for how things really are when you get older, but on the other side, innocence & youth are often displaced or completely removed. They say this authenticity makes one “real”, but I say, “real” at what? Being “real” good a suppressing depression? Or “real” good at acting like sh t sweet? Double edged sword right? Coincidence or by design? I don’t know, you have to answer that one for yourself. However, I do know that just as Jesus came from Jerusalem, I happened to be born & raised in a Holy place as well.