Dreams Cut Short

Now I turn on the radio
Listen to Nas rakwell
Say to myself I can rhyme like that too well
Take the microphone and do a mic Check
Just like he does in “It aint Hard to tell”
Trying to echo his voice
Not good but I got no choice
Turn off the radio and pick my pen
Ideas start to flow like the rain
Covering paper with sentences,
Telling you this is real no pretense
But things don’t get clear
I skip a line here to the rear
The knock on the door gets me to wake up


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