S.T.I.C.C.  E.N.T.
S.T.I.C.C.  E.N.T.

S.T.I.C.C. E.N.T.

Chattanooga

I write Poetry, it knows me, I open up, it clothes "D". Music is it's driver, no Mrs. Daisy . To ride a beat is Ez, Im like the Eskimo, Freezing. So nice this box is deeply, in ya home alone…