a touch of cayenne, nutmeg, poblano pepper, scotch Bonet, funk, blues, rock, lava, lavender and daisies.

Stateside Rasta Reggaedelic Blue

Steppin OUT into the SoundForce

THATS WHY - -DAMON ALTERBRIDGE - WACKIES

Rallo Green drops his first single off the upcoming project titled CandleLit Music.
Be on the lookout for Rallo Green to make some noise and give u guys some great music tune in and stay connected with him on Instagram @rallo_green


Rallo Green Do Not Disturb Ft. Tee Mann

A song written by K.Wood and D. Hunter about the senseless violence in the world today! Please Stop The Violence

Letz Stop the Violence

Afro Latin Funk

Sunshine Day

When the aliens above offer up baited bread in steel mesh cones,
how could a modest minnow refuse such immediate offerings? 

This electro-reggae-bluegrass hybrid is one tale in an anthology of Appalachian fables. More to come....

LYRICS:
Oh how comfortable he is, 
wrapped up snug like a birthday gift.
Oh how familiar this is,  
like the dark embrace of the deepest creek.

There's food here, too. And it doesn't flee.
Enough to feed his school and plenty for all to eat.
The little minner swims tight in his small home,
wrapped up comfy in the steel mesh cone.

A little fish in a little stream is torn between his home and whale-sized dreams.
But the school of thought taught him not to leave the minner trap that feeds him 
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The little minner tucked in safe and sound, 
thinks back to when he swam about.
Thinking about that time he swam down the creek
Far past new sticks and rocks just to see
 
What new sights lay around the bend 
of the snaking creek that had no end.
He felt the pull of the current’s flow
into lonely water that bubbled fresh and cold.

A little fish in a little stream is torn between his home and whale-sized dreams.
But the school of thought taught him not to leave the minner trap that keeps him 
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The little minner swam til the current was too bold,
to the point where he shimmered for control.
Unfamiliar and cold, it would not let go.
Pulling him down the creek all alone

And then he thought back to his role at home, 
About his place back in that iron red hole.
So he turned back and never got to see
The river up ahead that flowed into the sea. 
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A little fish in a little stream was torn between his home and whale-sized dreams.
But the school of thought taught him not to leave the minner trap that kept him. 

The little fish in his little stream was torn from his hope to go past the bend.
And the school of thought taught him not to leave the minner trap that swallowed him.

Steppin OUT into the SoundForce

Rob Dread