He sat still in the silence.
Letting the reverb of ghosts from days past beat in his ear drum.
The melody: teenage girl laughter: horrible: soul piercing.
The lyrics: j-kwonish: garbage.
T-Pain on autotune with The Blizzard Man couldn't resurrect this song.
Rightfully so.
The song sucked then. The song sucked now.
He tuned out.
Hoping to tune out the tune of this outrageous song.
Housewifely [desperately], he started diggin' in the crates of iTunes for something new.
Something bigger than Big L, Big Pun, Fat Joe, and Lord Finesse.
Bigger than Notorious even.
What he found was audial sunshine. Sparkle!
Every note played with rhyme and season.
Every lyric marinated in meaning.
To borrow from the 90's - this track had flavor!
This is the kind of song he would fall in love with.
This is the kind of song that would change his life.
This is the kind of song - for him...
Fact - You cannot be dyslexic if you are illiterate. Think about it.
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