One of my favorites on N.A.S.A.'s album The Spirit of Apollo. Although I guess this song is intended to be about the gang violence in Southern Cali, I could see this being a great soundtrack for a movie trailer...
...Small town musician moves to California on a limb to jump start his career as a rockstar. Confliction arises when a record label offers a remarkable record deal, but only at the expense of giving up his artistic freedom and to become a slave to their marketing machine. Meanwhile, he balances his sanity with the only sane advice he could find in Hollywood from a local music producer who battles with drug addiction and alcoholism. At the crossroads between choosing to keep his artistic integrity or gaining fame and fortune, he tries to figure out if this sinful, corrupted lifestyle is right for him...
...or something like that.
Anyways check out the album if you could...
It's a really cool, experimental hip hop album with a shit load of guest artists.
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