Where’s The Music

What is this you call music, it’s embarrassing how times have changed,
this is my generation we’re talking about, I really feel a shame.
I miss the old school jams,
felt connected to the beat,
slow dancing to the music that made me vibe from my seat.
Music seem to heal the heart that was torn into two.
There’s always that one song that will help pull us through.
What these young artists fail to realize, music brings joy to our heart.
It’s not all about the money it’s an emotional art.
Now the joy in real music will leave us with a smile,
we can select our choice in any genre of style.
The music today has no meaning they’ve taken love out of the game,
someone save our music, it will never be the same.
Our words can be used as swords so stop using it for revenge,
try reading a book because you sound Lyrically challenged.
Some people will listen to the music but ignore the message that is deep inside,
Soak it up, mimicking what they hear like they’ve become hypnotized.

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