"Cleveland Undercovers " d.a. levy
But that was then NOW I am, and do not expect tomorrow or yesterday today Instead i write in exstacy and when someone stops to say"Hey, that's not true!"i yell backwards,"For who.......and fuck rhyme."i have a city to cover with lines, with textured words & the sweaty brick-flesh images of a drunken tied-up whorehouse cowtown sprawling and brawling on its back.