jakesattic

The future sound is rain, pouring from my gutters and eves. The sights are long yellows, reds and greens, streaking down the streets as I drive, listening to zero 7, a nice mellow chill mix as we drop degrees. A rock is rolling beside my keyboard in stride, as I listen to that beautiful rain pouring down my pads side. Time to drop in the itunes in my favorite mix, I'm home now still gettin my kix.

I warmed up the chipolte, gettin funky on the mic like an ol batch of collard greens.