HoodX Music

[poemoe]

Stixs grab the head phones, the sun beam through the mountain.Spirals swirled into to the onyx trimmed microphone   ~As he cried out to the universe for mercy.This was a ritual that they perform weekly,where the mind precedes the body,aka blowing into the ether.............                             https://soundcloud.com/antoine-mcchristion/po-track-hoodx