Written by C Hues
January 16, 2024
The MC sat still, seeming composed And when the DJ called his name, all of a sudden he rose Worried, why I bridged the gap of my nose We’d been friends forever, through lower than lows I didn’t doubt him, just doubted them What if they didn’t see his potential? What if he remained a hidden gem? What if they overlooked complex for simple? What if was too late to start shit like that now The MC strutted to the stage, then took time to bow He adjusted the mic, made it higher than high As he lifted his head and introduced himself to the sky Who the fuck is this? Who he think he is? I heard whispers Grow louder—you can’t believe this guy, no jitters? Then the MC grabbed the mic, only to say “I’ll be performing next week, I lost my voice today.”