Buddy knew that radios
Captured waves.
The distant radio station projects away
The projects make sounds that seem to say
You do this and be on your way.
The radio wants no challenge
No changing stations or
Turning shit up.
Of you want rap
You’re out of luck
We play prison songs ’bout breaking out’
And we’d get comfortable with some clout
That’s exactly where we could jump about
Stuck inside that radio.
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