loud


Reggae love, punk raised me, classical craved me
Rock blues & delta
to the used
Circa survive
Makes you die little inside
but it keeps you strong before you die
The deep smoky mountains music
to the west coast LBC stylee
All these genres run through me
Like hip-hop to rap
& then kick back & relax to some
G love and special sauce,
Philly style rocks it with
Jack John. Who's the boss
Represent the north east
moving now to the Northwest PDX vibes , Never hide
modest mouse
but liberation
runs from Isaac's mouth.
Moving up north Seattle born like Kurt
we all know he died too soon
this I've sworn
But his noise which rose my heart,
it doesn't matter
as long as there's passion to the subconscious love for the craft
my inspirations from every cardinal direction shooting no caps
Metaphorically speaking
to any music even the south
bring me some southern hick rock hop
Down to the tropics Everglades top it
Yeah we even got gators rapping out their mouth
but that's just how we do it down south
But Tampa is so south it's subtropical,
so I tuned my guitar low
like how the beach is to the ground
and with my acoustic comes out some solo don't know what it is
but I know who it is,
it's myself, my words,
my sound gathered from a nation
of such culture and inspiration,
new American muse
just flew through my brain
Nothing else remains at the moment
and then I'll recharge
and I'll take off
reloaded

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