Lab (Part 1)

Back in the lab...

5 a.m. in the lab
Looking for some inspiration to grab
iPod won’t do it
TV won’t do it
I’m going through it
Stressed, eyes red
Scratching my head
About to scratch a bald spot
So this is what they call writers block
Then comes in these high heels
And instantly inspiration spills
Almost giving me chills
She whispers, inspiration is free
I say Iwasn’t gone pay any way baby
She giggles, walks away in her Roc jeans
Man that walk is mean
Suddenly the ideas start to flow
I got that Bruce Lee Roy glow
Life, love, social, and all in between
I’m flying high with out wings
I got poems coming out my sleeves
Inspiration I was able to grab
Just another night in the lab