Where's Mack At

Honestly music saves my life, when I rap and sing on the mic everything's right, especially amongst talented friends, whether it's Mon or Tue again, becomes time to shine, helps add greatness to my fine, most or at least some art, is blood sweat tears soul and heart, both joy and pain, within each chorus/hook/refrain, melodies like poppers frying the brain, low vibrational frequency becomes a drain, I'm sick of human zombies and vampires, pretending to match my fantasies and desires, where are all the fallen angels at, really wanna find my sexy gay alpha daddy Mac!

Peace and 1,

Joe Conscious 

8/18/26