On the dull, quiet streets, there’s Marshall Lee, the epitome of laid-back cool, in his element, with his distinctive appearance and easygoing demeanor, leaning against the wall of a broken down building. Marshall Lee’s jet-black dreadlocks are tied into a little ponytail. With his guitar case propped open, Marshall Lee strums his guitar casually, creating a lazy melody that floats through the air as his fingers glide over the strings. Wonder if I’ll get any money today, Marshall thinks