The rhythmatic mobility
With the spitting of words
Was once an immaculate
Thought, but as the generations
Go by these treasures to society
Begin to lose their worth.
They no longer have meaning.
At a point in time flow was
A gift for the elected
But now in present times
Anything goes. They hardly
Use talent anymore,
But instead they synchronize a
Noise and call it music.
The simple bobbing has now become shaking,
Gyrating and all types of vibrating
As if they have no type of control over
Their body. There is no talent in that.
What happened to the time when
Music was made to help build humanity
But instead it fills the
Ears of the young
With all sorts of vanity
Like money, cars, and clothes.
Music is power.
So what will become of us
If we use it to devour
Those who take heed to
What is said? At a point in
Time people couldn’t live without
It but now it brings no benefit to man.
There have always been rebels to the
Way things use to be, but now they
Run the music community as the artists
From human history begin
To die out. Who will take their place?
For I have yet to see in
This day and age any one capable
Of reaching their standards. But they aren’t
Trying because we live in a time
When people settle for the worse
Even though it use to be better.
So what do we make of it?
What do we make of those few
Who have potential, but let it
sit in vain?
Music is power.
So what will become of us if
Musicians no longer shower our
Ears with words of healing?
Instead they use explicit lyrics
With reveling content,
A talent that’s so far bent
Out of shape that it’s no
Longer recognizable. Beats
Always had the strength
To create images, but now
Their beats are just pornography
Written in words.
Music is powerful
When there is something to sing
About. But cats these days
Are too content.
So they forgot how to use it.
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