got in my headphones. listening to watch the throne. the night is rainy, thundery, and warm.
i'm filled with the fuzzy nostalgia of sony headphones on my bedroom floor, back pressed against the carpet, soles of my feet planted, attached to thumping toes. i'm 15 again drinking in lyrical content as i would any other text. i remember listening to nas tell stories, rewriting the histories i had just learned in mr. fisher's class. i remember pausing cd's, writing lyrics, then clicking the replay button on jay's meet the parents to feel the aha moment again.
tonight, i'm grateful for artists who take their craft seriously and nod their heads to the same beats i do.
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