Peace. Thanks for droppin by to catch some of my music. My name's brokeMC but my friends call me 'broke.' New York City reaches up from the concrete that spreads away from my footsteps threatening the sky with its needles and shards. I brood through the alleys and drags scratching notes in small pads to complement the marks on my skin, the scars on my eyes, the dust on my wings. It's all here. It's concentrated. The good, bad, beautiful, horrific, amazing.. and it's all staring you in the face even as the army of lost lives push by you doing their best not to see you. That's part of it. And here we are.. the ones who dream. The ones who hope. The ones who still feel the blood rushing through our veins, the purpose, the desire for more and knowledge that it's out there. We can be the butterflies flapping our wings to bring a tornado to the other side of the world. It's our world. Every choice we make matters. It's up to us to take the responsibility for everything we do and hopefully do something worth taking responsibility for. I'm making my dent with heavy words swung from a battered heart. I'm looking you in the eyes when you talk to me. I'm saying what I mean and standing on the strength of my peace. I'm just another spot of light trying to make sense of the infinite everything that smashes me every day. It's nice to meet you.