Music
They say you don't use it you lose it.
My ears hungry for music.It's in my DNA.
I think about it all day.
I remember as a child watching the record play.
or visiting Broadway, and sight & sound.
Music takes away my pain.
Like trees when the need rain, its my drug of choice like Novocaine.
Music keeps me entertained from the melodies, beats, snares, and drums.
The power of music is like the impact from a gun. It alters you it changes you.
whether your feeling yellow or blue. When people commit crimes or lose it they
blame gangsta music. Thus accuse it, but its not the music turns out you just abused it. What a sweet joy we get from music.
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