A Poem For James Brown

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