Uprising of the musical revolution

For The Love of Music
Sonic sex. each note of its own beauty
Lyrics sculpted with soul and tongue. listen- The sound of nudity
flowing through, Stroking inner chords that feel a little too deep.
Oohs and aahs sync the beat symese- Smooth, harmonized, Rhythmatic fluidity

When you can feel it but can't say it
For the days you don't wanna say it but just wanna feel it anyway
Like the words just won't mesh together to make sense for others to relate
Music is like a medium- able to translate the mind state.  

Music is a mother
And then some
Dear Momma, you was there when we had no other
Honor thy mother was the command from the father,  
So In her honor we offer up a tribute- Dear momma- and Tupac

I pray Nas will always need just one mic for his soul
I pray that Boys2men never grow up or reach the end of the road
I pray for Aaliyah and Lisa Left eye and the families they left behind
I pray for the black Frank White who "loved to tote guns and shoot dice"

I miss the days when she used to be pure
-if I had to Write from Commons point of view
Way Back when Music had an essence and a heart of expression that was honest and true
Fast forward to the present and the opposite is true
Where's the soul, where's the heart, where's the message we are used to
She's gone generic and superficial, she's a sellout, fucking anybody for moneys seduce.

But yet and still I'll wait on you
A leopard can't change its spots even if it wanted to
Since you lost your way its like I caught a glimpse of medusa and turned statue
Or is it from the sound of auto-tune

Save the Music!...

Spread the word and rally the troops,

Mobilize, lets Overthrow the studios!

Let's save the music, Take over! a worldwide movement