MY ANTI-DRUG...

You are slaughtering RnB hits out of tune and dancing around the house with my mom whenever the moment seizes us. . .

You are air drums and kick ass imaginary guitar solos listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers or Pearl Jam with my dad. . .

You are trunk rattlin, finger snapping, hip twisting aggintastic rap with my sister. . .

You are Metaphorical, punch-line’n, tongue twisting, hip-hop with my brother. . .

You are never knowing the words so we make up our own when I’m listening with my girls. . .

You are my solace when I’m feeling some type of way. Whatever emotion I come to you with, you always have the right words to say. . .

You’re life. . .

You’re energy. . .

You’re IT. . .

couldn’t even imagine enduring a day without you, nor would i want to . . .

MUSIC, you are love . . . ♥