Текст песни The Music - The Last Poets

I am the master of song (the music, the sound of life all around)
I am the music
No you can't use it
I am the master of song (the music, the sound of life all around)
I am the music
No you can't use it

I started out with the blues because I had been abused
So I created medicine to ease the pain
So I wouldn't go insane
I found a way to heal my soul
In spite of what I was being told
I created a new world of sound
To pick me up when I was down
You see I have a relationship with god
So creating spirituals isn't odd
It is as natural as the land
For me to try and understand
Why every day I'm crucified
But my dreams won't be denied
I sang and prayed the day would come
When I'd be shining like the sun
I gave the world a song
That everyone could sing along
I am the living faith
Dreams come true
You don't have to wait
Everyone wants to sing like me
I guess they think it will set them free
So I created rag time, when money made us poor
Then I created jazz, and opened a brand new door
I was Joplin and Satchmo
Creative geniuses of my day
Creating sounds to enhance the moment
Of what where trying to say
I am the master of sound
The whole world hears me well
The love I shares clear
I'm the soundtrack of heaven not from hell
Through my music
I can take to a place where life is bliss
And all that I've created I have sealed it with a kiss
I can scat and rap, sing gospel, reggae
Rock 'n' roll, bebop and hip-hop too
Salsa, samba or rumba
Is what I was born to do
You see I put some rhythm with my blues
Because the drum is part of it too
I come from Mother Africa
Where music is how we speak
The drum is my heart beat