Born to perform he could be heard,
In extravagant places, some corner absurd.
His peculiar style then, not the norm;
With the passage of years, world music reform.
From the age of five keeping hearts alive,
Doing their dance steps or some old fashioned jive.
He soared to heights, eagles fear to fly;
Even though dead, we'll still hear his cry.
The stage of course he set on fire,
With a stupendous performance;
Every musicians desire.
Memories of him will never fade,
For his music I'm sure, forever'll be played.
Copyright USA(Princefreakasso)
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