I’ve lived half of my existence casting lines fixed with tackle tied to swivels. Some snap and then I get viscous. Now, I have a leader (to bait/debate) like when Douglas replied to Lincoln. I’m fastening clip-less. Simply a mastermind with the fishes. I make it look easy going for the gold, catching midas cichlids. Clowning sinisterly for dinner more than Pennywise to lil kids. Their running like an exercise in fitness but it’s a Dexter kind of kill since I (rap/wrap) everywhere while I table the next inside of my hit list. I’m Ill but a pleasurable type of sickness so why fight the symptoms if I’m feeling well and fine this instant. You here to hear the truth?then I’m a testifying witness. Up to get the job done, call it an energizing business. I get em to stop flipping like I just retired a gymnast. After the club they settle down, that’s a step higher than mistress.
I’m an enterprising fisherman. It’s best to try your dishes presented with rice and fixins while set beside some mix drinks.


My style is jazzy, and a bit funky. Like the Vatican city, a little country. A lot of hip-hop and some rock ‘n’ roll. I vibe to everything. You can hear it inside my soul.
Electronic, pop, reggae, trap. Swingy with blues and a hint of Latin in a rap. A tiny twist of R&B when I jam slow. I vibe to everything. You can hear it inside my soul.


When I got some problems, a rod is how to solve em. I visit Jensen Beach and hit the causeway from autumn to may because it’s awesome. I wanna catch a dolphin but not the flipper kind, mahi-mahi’s what you call em. Chartering, I sit tight and hope to get the big fights. Skip a 9 to 5, I’ll do this 6 AM to midnights. Trolling with the perfect (knot/knot) speed and (tied/tide) just right. (All bright/Albright) connecting lines together better than string lights. I’m not pro staff but I’ve got a massive clothes stash and most of it don’t match any master angler embroidered patch. At home, I’ll always catch and release what I won’t snack on continuously and call those Zebcos, a (real/reel) throwback. This last year was bad here but I can’t tear. Made it to the dock and got an album out. That’s clear! Glad you have ears that can hear these mad weird punchlines. I’m a smooth goat (for rapping/fur wrapping) y’all, cashmere.

My style is jazzy and a bit funky. Like the Vatican city, a little country. A lot of hip-hop and some rock ‘n’ roll. I vibe to everything. You can hear it inside my soul.
Electronic, pop, reggae, trap. Swingy with blues and a hint of Latin in a rap. A tiny twist of R&B when I jam slow. I vibe to everything. You can hear it inside my soul.