my people's music

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.