Surrounding silence scatters as we hear the steps of the lonely one Entering for the last time his atelier of minds... This haunting figure creates a
NORMA Don't hate me, Joe. I did it because I need you. Look at me. Look at my hands. Look at my face. Look under my eyes. How can I go back to work if
out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, "one-eighty-seven, " and bail. Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell. It's all organized, how my