Radio Man

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