Jam

This song is for anyone who's ever been saved by music,
Who's ever felt like a bullet inside the uzi,
And who will never abuse it. The music
I mean is not just sounds one is keen on.
It is more and you'd better know
When the rhythm's for real
It makes you go on and to be born
Again and like never before
Feel that sore but so you can see the core
And think about what you are living for.
And it is more or less at least some kind of progress.
This sense is, if nothing else,
Something you can dream to possess.
Hey! This beat is not something meaningless.
It is a bless and I'm thankful to God
For He gave me that… or this
(How to put it right? Ok, just leave it as it is).
Owing to the rhythm I hear I can breath.
Try to seize at least a half of it
You don't have to be so tough, kid,
'cause it's not even rough enough, this beat.
But look at you! Does it give you a fit?
But you know, that's what we call concrete
And with it we are never to meet a defeat.