What Gil Scott was hearing was the truth. It all lies in his word on the page, squeezed
from his soul for the stage. He was Jazz, he was Rap. Pieces of this. Peace from that. He went in
too heavy, came out late. Truth always hurts. It is tought at the top, of course, but it's always hardest in the middle.
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