BMD The BMD, yes that me. I moniker I thought up 4 the vocal I deliver. A style born in pain, Now A joyus refrain. Vocals so cold it makes 1 shiver. When I speak it is hard, My words be trampled & chart cut short like fish bones in eagar throats. But when I sing, Be another story. Feel the triumphant sound of his shekinah glory. Floating on air with ease I bring the strongest notes. Black be the color of my skin. & in revel in the history. Paying homage 2 the my heroes, Patti,Chaka,Aretha & Sam Cooke, If U heard them my love would be no mystery. With the greatest of ease. That stop the chatter & brought crowds 2 adoring knees. With just the sound they vocally make. So I honed my skill brought the flavor at will. All day notes on getting better I would take. 2 make it better, & bring 2gether, A solid song that will last 4ever. In music always there I be. Showing reverence 4 the artists because I know what they mean. There plight, OF the musician, & the burden be heavy. But it is what we do. So this weight we must carry. U must understand this: 4 the pain unspoken. 4 the joy 2 great 2 exspress. 4 the heart & soul again & again broken. 4 all the trial passed & failed test. When we have not the words 2 convey & lucid thought. When in our head our feelings & emotions get caught. In the midst of love. In the grip of hate. In the throws of ectasy. When we have taken al we can take Beyond what we know. Beyond what we see. When there is no other way 2 convey such emotion. In this state, A song begins 2 be. & I will open my mouth. & let U feel what is inside. Just becuase it is my language of comunnication. Not 1 thought of pride. 4 those who know me. & those who truely C me. The world can call me Louis. But those who really understand call me BMD!
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 07:37:07 +0000
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