Black Poetry : Radio Man

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    Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive

    music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip

    here's the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed

    the innocence of the day as I raged in a cage

    there was folks with love swinging on its sod

    there he stood the radio man with stereo in his hand

    would rap to his music calling it sonic fusion cause he knew what he was doing

    Break dance pants and folks playing hacky sack gave me a heart attack

    those were the days getting lost in a purple haze better to act your age

    yet for the radio man he had a plan

    started block parties to raise money for his ailing uncle Freddie who had cancer

    Radio was quite a dancer and fine tuned romancer on the village block he was the king

    then one day many had need to pray Radio man went away to a mental facility

    folks got word and thought it was absurd

    there was no one else to entertain many grew insane

    until a little time had passed then the Radio man was back

    free styling cause he knew what he was doing

    back on the mic never giving up on the fight

    he was the center of attention with his brand new invention

    a beat box mixer on his radio taking him places he needed to go

    bust up the beat to promote the tempo it was Radio the king with his flow

    always cracking jokes and smiling cause he had fish for frying no he ain't lying
     
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