The Rolling Stones Sympathy For The Devil
Allow me to introduce myself
Most cats my age wanna brag about how they came up at a young age listenin’ to Hip Hop, but all that I can remember growing up was being blessed with good music being played in our house at all times. My parents were fairly young when they had me, which is a blessing and a curse. I got no time for negativity right now, so I will stick with the blessings. One of those being the ill collection of music I was surrounded by in my-I guess what they call- “developmental years”. My mom, to this day, will spend however much money it costs to see The Stones live whenever they are on tour. This is just a blip on the map of things that formed me into the individual I am today. I mean, shit…my mom took her driver’s test in my Dad’s 64 GTO, and well, it doesn’t get much iller than that. Enjoy.