Bronx Poem - Dion

I was born in the Bronx on a strong day

I guess you can say

The beat in the street, the streetcar sound

The singin' in the moonlight, the pure light

The harmony’s tight

Informed we can fight

We got heart

And for

Yo, when I’m inside a song

I’m strong, I can’t go wrong, It’s where I belong

Come along, it’s good, it’s bad

Who said it was perfect

Only God is perfect

Only God is good

Man He blessed me beyond my wildest dreams

I can sing from the highest mountain

I can sing from the highest rooftop

I’m talkin' life, I’m talkin' beauty

Truth, love, hate, scammin', lyin', dyin'

Yo, life is hard

But life is the art

It’s better to be clean than to be cluttered

Clean of soul, that is

My God is the Creator, not a dictator

He’s the life-giving lover

My Father, no other, my brother, my best friend

Never lied to me, even died for me

Life is good

We’re talkin' you

We’re talkin' sweet Sue

We’re talkin' virtue

We’re talkin' faith, hope, love, wisdom

Courage, honesty, patience

Then there’s blue skies

There’s miracles

There’s families and babies and crazies

Changes you won’t believe

I got aces up my sleeve

And God keeps blessin' me

In spite of me

He’s the best

If I didn’t know me I’d be impressed

I don’t wanna underestimate what He can do in my life

He brought me you in my life

He brought me through all this strife

Everybody here, we’ve been through it all

Real joy, closeness, distance, journey, the ups, the downs

The issues, the tissues, the drugs, the thugs, the drinkin', the stinkin'

thinkin'

Throw up, grow up

Tears, fears, torn, mourn, reborn

Yo!

Hallelujah!

I’ve never been the same, took away my shame

I used to play the blame game

How lame

Man I got a wife who drives me sane

Here I am authentic, genuine, a truth-teller, no bullshit

Don’t have a fit

God’s on His throne

He’s in control

Heroes, villains, king, queens, saints, sinners

James Dean, Norma Jean, mmm vanilla ice cream

Elvis, Buddy, Hank

Honky-tonk blues guitars, cars, bars

Yo!

Stand proud, rock around

Do-wop, be-bop, rock-and-roll, good for the soul

The Yankees, jfk

I did it my way, rock and roll is here to stay

Ain’t that the truth

Martin Luther King

Say what you mean, mean what you say, but don’t be mean

I have a dream, he paid his dues, king of the delta blues

Elvis Aaron Presley played that thing

Rock and roll king

I ride with the King of kings

He brought me through, thanks to you, and you and you

Man I’m glad we’ve got each other

No doubt about that, that’s where it’s at

With great love and affection

The kid from the Bronx

Rave on