My BoomBox

I was sipping on a juice box listening to my boombox Pulled up to my knees were some red striped tube socks Summer breeze blowing through the screen of my window And I just sit back, kick back, and relax, feel the wind blow Feeling like a minnow swimming in a stream of songs Sound waves taking me away to where I belong Me and music became buddies, friends until the end now Always talking to each other, telepathic pen pals Can hear the hieroglyphics while I'm listening to it's pen talk Speaking words of wisdom, let it be, this is a Ted talk A little boy with some toys in a land of make believe But nothing compares to the sounds that came to me Through my boombox My boombox My boombox My boombox Got my first stereo when I was five or six Nineties clear plastic to see where the wires lived On my bed in my head is where I was living Audio painting pictures and the images so vivid Parents realized that my real eyes weren't my opticals Cause I could see clearly through my pair of audibles First day listening fell asleep while those rockstars scream Still stuck in that rockstar dream Wish I could rewind time on life's tape deck When Wreckx N Effect was my first cassette Can't rewind, fast forward, or even pause Continuous play, hope I'm living each moment we've got In my boombox My boombox My boombox My boombox Can't rewind time like a tape cassette It's the only life you get on life's tape deck Can't rewind time like a tape cassette It's the only life you get on life's tape deck Can't rewind time like a tape cassette It's the only life you get on life's tape deck Can't rewind, fast forward, or pause Continuous play, Hope were living each moment we've got In our boombox