my people's music,
be jammin
it's sacrilegious in it's form
sin sittin' next to gospel
guitar rocking next to tambourines
humming hymns
on beats of blues
set on strings of jazz
and that piano...well, bang on brotha...
you can hear the porch jive
and liquored lyrics
on high falsettos
and the drums?
well...
go back to Africa
and Brazil
and them islands
pick one
because it's all us
all shades of brown
getting down
with sounds emanating
from a thump off of a circle of souls
dating BC...
"before cd's"
i hit play
and my emotions sway
i weep,
at how deep
music has me
how could it not though?
doesn't it make you wanna lay in it?
bathe in it?
take a deep breath
immerse yourself underneath
the clicks of cymbals
that tick with toe taps
and...
well...
yea...
my people's music
has healing properties
moving through muscles
revving hearts
and purifying minds
a placebo from peabo...
a shot from chaka...
a pill from jill...
a flow from freddie...
and everything is alright.
my people's music...
it's a soul thing.
