It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to 
Think of how many weak shows you slept through 
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon 
As you hear it, pump up the volume 
Dance wit the speaker 'till  you hear it blow, Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go 
It's a 4 letter word when it's heard,  it control your body to dance (You got it) soul, 
Directs the tempo like a red alert 
Reaches your reflex, so let it work 
When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit 
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit 
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, 
the rhyme will go Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago 
It can be done, but only I can do it 
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it 
I start to think and then I sink 
Into the paper like I was ink 
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines, 
I escape when I finish the rhyme... I got soul

Dreamlog/6.19.09/Out to sea: Work verification, and dank bud for me!

It felt good to be out of the Navy.

I remembered I could get my job back if I wanted, but fuck it was working for DISH! I did not want to work there!

I had to go verify that they at least had me on file, yet I still didn't care to work there. It was like a shared public library, converted into a call center during the day. You could still go in and get books and use it as a library, but now all the computers and open areas are a fuckin call center!

I’m walking through and someone asks me to do something work related, and I’m like "No sorry, I don’t work here" so I go back to wherever the "personnel department" is.

There’s a smokin hot older woman who's getting ready to hand me some... stuff. I guess I need this... stuff?

Then I'm outside near what seems to be a break area. There are park benches, and a table.

Suddenly there’s this ultra super-duper smokin hot, hotness of a hottie there. A down to earth smoker girl.

I somehow engage in being stupified by her hottie-hot hotness. I guess I tell her something about it being 5 years since I lit up some herbs, and she takes out a sack and gives me this whole fat bud, and puts it in a small plastic bag for me!

I am ultra thankful and tell her we should kick it some time.

I tell her I can’t say much, because I was awestruck by her beauty...

...but suddenly remembered to compose myself.

She laughs, and agrees we should hang. I then remember that she's not aware that I’m separated... FUCK!

...and I'm awake again.