……..This Rap, this Rock, this Pop, this R and B; is it me, or is my deepest of thoughts infiltrated, surely this is a scheme, that was thoroughly contemplated; distortions that hinder inward journeys to the lord of power, that’s why your men cower, these distortions are on all day of every hour, only in silence does it’s effects dissipate, even then our speech exhibits residue of hate, a pillar in the culture we use to escape. Pilling back layers of the human psyche, can take us back to when god made us great, we have much to lose at stake, music ain’t just music for heaven’s sake, it’s an extension of your vary souls that you regurgitate; to alike vibrations we gravitate. No musical score can convey or capture the significance of an individual continuing their journey at their wake, our souls are the keys to our transitioning to that place that is no place.