 | A man of mystery with guitar in hand
playing for the masses
someitmes solo,sometimes with The Band
with a cool smile on and dark designer glasses.
Allowing his friedns to understand
what it is like to visit HEaven
cuz an Angel appears within this MAN
when he hits a Major Eleven!
Now I've never spoken to this MAN
when he's toured within my town
I've never even shook his hand
but my friends have seen him around.
Shoot, I aint never even went to his shows
cuz my bills are always due
and U know U gotta pay to see him flow
but that's between me and u
though I wish the tickets would go below
an arm and a leg or two!
Still, every now and then when the money's right
and I can splurge a little on myself
I'll go tto the record store, I said "record", that's right
and I'll put one of his "Lp"'s off the shelf.
and on a special occasion, tho' rare they may be
I might even buy a new CD!
So i know this man only from his song
Lke I said, I aint never met him
And as I've grown and people are dead and gone
some I forget, but never HIM.
Through his songs I've done much of my growing
despite the amount of pain
He could always bring joy when there was none
and for this my loyalty remains
Cuz I know when I get rich someday
and in ma' pockets there's more than fifty cents
only his music will I buy, for his BLACK album,
yeah, I'll pay
He's pure music...but I know him as Prince
NOTE:
While writing this poem
I was doing what I do everyday
of getting the kids from school
and I walked by a school bus
and what did the Lady bus driver play?
"Do Me Baby", the original..
now isn't that cool? |  |
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