You wake up in your twin size bed at your mother's house. The alarm clock on the cellular phone is blasting your favorite Biggie Smalls song. You check out the birth certificate that needs to be brought to the DMV. You look at the first ALL THAT open mic flier from the Nuyorican Poets Caf?© you rocked 5 years ago. Then the snooze button is mauled by your microphone hand and its back off to dream of that college emcee battle you should've won. 30 minutes later after you take second place in your clouds while counting cows and spitting flows for no prize money, you wake up again. You are late for everything in real life. And to top it all off with your surreal life, you still have not released any product, and are simply the "slept-on" veteran of the open mic scene. Time is running out.

Does this sound like someone you know? Have you looked in the mirror and figured out that although you are embarrassed to say it, it might be you?