im settin at the table wit no cable this shit is boring/
look outside wit dark clouds and rain a' pourin/
the candle lights up this pad i jot ma rhymes on/
ready to get back ta my music and get ma full blown grind on/
it seems so sirene wit no sirens or baby screams/
all you hear is rain splashing on the roof and on the streets/
for a minute ya kinda feel that time has stood still/
not by choice or by chance its like your held against ya will/
its strange how certain things give ya the inspiration ta write/
sorta like searchin tha stars and finding a guiding light/



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