Shrink-wrapped full-color Digipak & glass-mastered CD containing liner notes, photos and artwork designed by Fyza Hashim (14eleven.com) with help from Alex Barron, Stevie Summerise & David Hornbuckle.
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What happened to the cousin who could draw anything and everything he saw? Your pen used to be your anti-drug, but now you're just another New York thug in your black doo-rag and dirty Lugz. I'd heard the worst about you through the years, and now you've confirmed all of my fears, 'cause ever since the South took me away, you've been roaming Flatbush every day. You make me wish I'd chose instead to stay, 'cause then I could've kept you right in line. MacGruder would bow to you today if you hadn't pissed away all of this time. Cousin Ben, I'll never see you the same again. The dusty stack of comics on your dresser makes me sad; I see the empty pages in your sketchbook and get so mad. Your talent's gone, or is it just the will to go on? 'Cause every night the street chews you up and spits you out, but every afternoon you run right back into its mouth. You say to me, "I'm not a bum or slob. Oh Sean, I've tried so hard and long to get a job, but working for the White man ain't my speed. I make twice as much from selling weed, and my baby mama takes care of my seed." But, with your topographic skin you look like Seal: I bet the girls just like you for your thug appeal. They give you way more drama than the soaps; you talk of settling down to give them hope - a harem full of open-legged dopes. What happened to art school? Is there hope? Don't you know this kinda life's a joke? You're gonna go to prison or get smoked. And when you fall asleep on Auntie's couch, tell me what it is you dream about: a new football for Charlie Brown to drop, a new building for Spiderman to hop, or one more alibi to tell the cops?