How The Riot Began...
Any true passion has always been apart of you, whether you recall or not. Writing was my first love. Books, poems, contracts lol... I just loved to write which lead to a love for reading. I felt blessed that I was able to paint a vivid picture of any moment, ficticious or real, with the stroke of my writing utensil or from the top of my head in a short tale. Exploring a wide range of subjects helped me to realize the fun and health benefit of dancing. Shortly after, I started to take notice in people dancing and the way their bodies moved, which seemed effortless. I wanted to try and with help from some siblings and other people who just wanted to pass along their skills, I discovered my own rhytme. With rhtyme came ryhmes I guess. I started writing songs after hearing a few that my family had wrote. I became upset that I couldn't sing. Yeah I said it I couldn't really sing, at least that's what I was told. But I kept trying because I knew that if I could carry a tune then I had a voice somewhere in there and that I didn't fall too far from the talented tree of vocals that fall so fluent in my family. At age 11 while singing in the mirror I heard it. I kept singing the same note over and over because I was afraid it was the only note that I could hit and didn't want to jinx it, lol. Through reading I learned as a child that singing involved a muscle and I ran with the theory that if I work it out it would get stronger like any other muscle on my body. From singing in the classroom while we made the beats by on the desk, recording through headphones because I couldn't afford a mic, up to the day I bought my first condenser mic, I just can't stop. I've tried to take a different route but something won't let me. Music and all it's parts is my heart. I'm not saying everybody that can carry a tune will be a superstar no! But if it's your destiny and you have the fight needed to obtain it then I say "Go get it". You know if it's your destiny because you'll never feel life is bearable without it in a way that suites your burn. Thus, the Riot begins. 
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Cloud Of Smoke
By: Mystique Riot​
Puff puff pass that's the rotation of life. Pick him up to throw him down, it's funny how the smoke goes round. I get lost in a cloud of smoke, find answers to the things I just wanna know. Puff puff pass, put this knowledge in your rotation device, my advice, know what you want in life. I clear my mind whether through dance or rhymes, pay attention to the things that make me shine. In a cloud of smoke I see what can't be denied. Puff puff pass that's the rotation of life. So I puff to pass while I strive to be right.
    Your Logo Could Be Here
    Your Logo Could Be Here
    Your Logo Could Be Here
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