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Bio, bio, bio, what I am will be on file so better jam it in real nice though must admit it kills my flow. The professional artist label is a new part of my fable cutting out plans to be stable was a recent placement on my table. But stability was always music. My one love constant, had to choose it. Worked with my smile time and my blues fits so I had to make it stick. Like a flick I am addicted. Makes me tick when tune time is lifted when life-line has it shifted to side lines I become wicked. Blues fits take over my mix. Cant fix till I get music back on my lips. But lets skip the artist drip. Attached to the hip isnt an original clip. Guess I should speak more about my style, put my number one lover in a file classified with shows, experience tiled like a work resume in the pile. Poetry was my first love, my first stage face, my first glove. Most still identify me with that buzz, and I guess its still there, just gained some fuzz. Some extra bubble for this sparkly. Within the rubble it sticks out starkly, as the poet blended in a melody it has become a part of my harmony.