Producer/Composer - Nashville, TN

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Its Mad Mic 
...Started Making Music $ince
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I'm a producer and Artist! Music with purpose, and passion is what I'm about let whats on the inside come out! -Bleed Free ya'll 
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I’m doing it.
I know it’s what I should do.
It must be done.
It’s happening because it should.
It has to happen.
I know I have to do it.
It’s what should happen.
It is necessary.
It will happen because it needs to.
I need to do it.
I am doing it.
It’s going to be done.
It HAS TO HAPPEn?!!,?!’”:)*$c(:85&()’63357
STOP TALKING ABOUT IT
IT IS HAPPENING
It’s all over now.
There’s no turning back.
I missed my chance.
It’s a limited quantity.
It will never happen.
This must be accepted.
Not just by me.
But by everyone that is here.
These will always be here for me.
They will never go away.
Ever.
It is now just for me.
I’m gone in this world.
It’s all done.
How is that possible when it never happened?
It’s all gone.
80.
It’s there for epic.
It’s there because of epic?
Here comes that corrosion.
But people don’t realize that’s not what it is.
It splits.
Then it becomes exposed.
And leaves a deep, deep, deep, cut.
I know from experience.
But no one will trust me.
Ever.
Here’s another one.
No more cheerfulness.
That’s all gone in life.
That one power line.
That’s what’s there now.
Why 3 times?
That’s common.
Back up higher.
You don’t know what I’m talking about.
You never will.
No one ever does.
It fine.
I’m used to it.
Here’s where I escape.
Make fun of me.
Do that.
Do that.
Do that.
Do that.
DO IT.
I won’t be gone after I’m gone.
Even the place you know is too cheerful.
Maybe even mine is.
No one will realize when I can’t do this anymore.
Because no one cares.
And no one’s here.
There’s no one else.
No one ever cares.
But when I can’t do this anymore.
And only I know.
Then it will be broken forever.
But it can’t get worse.

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