N.W.A.
They were just outside the studio. Seven young people, baggy clothes, low caps, smiles cut by the siren. Four armed policemen, heavy hands and looks ready to judge. Jerry Heller tries to argue... no one listens. One of them stares at the police in silence. Another whispers angrily. Another only clenches his fists. The street speaks first. Now, they speak for her. Welcome to N.W.A.
About N.W.A.
They were just outside the studio. Seven young people, baggy clothes, low caps, smiles cut by the siren. Four armed policemen, heavy hands and looks ready to judge. Jerry Heller tries to argue... no one listens. One of them stares at the police in silence. Another whispers angrily. Another only clenches his fists. The street speaks first. Now, ...Read more