"In a world where hip-hop is life, you're only as vital as your last track.
Mar'Bo, a young songster, lives in Master T's harem of skerrters. There's only one house rule -- keep the music flowing.
Mar'Bo's been suffering from writer's block for weeks. Master T is owed a melody and he's come to collect. What do you do when you've lost the beat?"
The Dust Fields of Underburb By Leon Mauvais Where was he again? Where had he landed this time? I never have a boarding pass, I’m always just crashing! Mar’Bo had written that. No album credit, but still an achievement. He’d carved out his very own golden key to crack open Master-T’s sesame. Untethered, Mar’Bo woke in a sea of sheets, damp with sweat and nocturnal emissions. Kicking his legs free of last night’s dream, he pulled himself to sit at the edge of the California king. His imprint remained. But what had he left back in his dreams? Where had he gone? There was a place? What was the name of it? It had echoed in his head like a GPS just a few moments ago. Mar’Bo looked down at his impression in the mattress. The crux of his head outlined by a moist halo. Where his shoulders
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