A Poem For James Brown Lyrics

Dedicated to the legend, James Brown

Rest in power

May 3rd, 1933

James Joseph Brown opened his eyes

The vision was predetermined

To be the godfather of soul of all times

A major figure of the 20th century

Started as a gospel singer

In a group called the Famous Flames

So many asked him

Please, please, please try me

As he landed on a chart spreading his name

It seems he can't do bad skills as he ran through cats

Mama was proud of what she had

But papa's got a brand new bag

In the 60s, James Brown became the father

Of the mix of gospel and blues

Africanized, developed the funk, a popular tune

Born in Georgia, the South was indeed filled with racism

Basic practices of burning churches by the KKK system

Political times, but a plan twirls

He said it best when he said

It's a man's world

But baby, baby, baby, I got the feeling

When it's time for the big payback

We all will wonder why some music is influenced

When you grouping with Maybachs

Many hits, many girls, many tics, many clicks

On the scene, nobody was needed

For this unlimited sex machine

But he was diverse

Many songs with different messages

Even connected movements, many colors, even Mexicans

They say they seen it in him since he was a child

Hold on real quick

Everybody put your fist up and say it loud

I'm black and I'm proud

The master of footwork, Mr. Dynamite

Every billboard top charted, not a decline in sight

He has so much on his heart

His life he gave to the sound

That sound touched us all

The sound of James Brown

Rest in power