I own this city. I walk with its rhythms, run with its breath, speak its language. Los Angeles is my lover. It knows I'm a survivor. It knows what I've done and has found no reason to forgive me, because there has never been a sin.
"I don't believe in luck, no, I believe in GRACE. They say we're lucky cause we seen your face. Lord, we heard you call us, You heard our answer. And You give us second chances when we throw our hands up." - Lecrae. Lucky ones.