poem

The crowd roars, people start chanting, hands soar, people panting,

The pressure is on, I stop thinking, the noise is all gone, the music is sinking,

Everything is a giant blur, Everyone in their flat-rimmed caps, The lights in the room are dim and obscure, I take a deep breath and lay down my raps,

I'm in the rhythm, the DJ as well, I can feel the freedom, My CDs will sell,

I can't even finish, the crowd explodes, I feel achieved, accomplished and great, I have been walking down many bumpy roads, and I guess that God gave me the best fate.