POEM 5

MUSIC

I play because I'm happy, I play because I'm free
life is not a game but when I play I'm worry free

my dialect is music the air I breathe is a life line
music= life which lasts multiple life times.

without music I'd subsist yet I choose to exist
in a realistic truth the soundtrack of my life

the soundtrack of conquest the soundtrack of strife.
real music can't be found on radio dials,

too many auto tune machines, too many acts
no artists  too much coon music sexually explicit

 I got guns, drugs, doom music.

I rep old school soul school musicianship.
it requires patience study apprenticeship

when I play strangers aren't strange anymore.
If the eyes are the window to the soul music is the door.

with each note I play I can see my ancestors smile,
knowing that their sacrifices were exponentially worthwhile.