loveformusic
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Just to get the frustration out of my system...
Music is my cure
No stress at all because of that rhythm
Every word is a perfect description of what i'm feeling
This song has me thinking, only thinking bout you
Playing your voice, soft, sexy, and smooth
It has your beat, soul and style
The rhythm of your walk, talk and smile
These charmable notes glide me side to side,
He tunes and he listens,
No place for devices.
And he writes till his fingers bleed,
Yet rarely revises.
For love speaks through him,
Tis’ an act of God.
His art conceives harmony,
Track One:
The beat plays and he ignores that intuition
Grabbing his notebook and pen to begin his rhymes
It’s like his love's past is causing this prevention
