Music and me have something going
Music and me are far too knowing
We together, one controlling
Right now it’s me.
Music has given me the right of way.
When I first listened to hip hop
The rhymes, rhythm, together flowing
They have a way with words, those rappers
Ballerinas, street dancers, and jazz tappers
Music has given them the right of way.
When a song is written
I used to wonder,
“Does the melody come first
Or do the words?”
Who has the right of way?
My mom once told me
They go hand in hand
Like music and me
We are one command.
Music has given her the right of way.
Now I write my own songs;
I, too, can pick up a pen and write my heart.
Music and me
We can do no wrong.
Music has given me the write of way.