Eve of destruction, tax deduction, City inspectors, bill collectors, mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide too many bills, hippies movin' to the hills People all over the world are shouting end the war and the band played on. Round and round and around we go, where the world's headed nobody knows.

Over the last 100 years spirituals, blues and R&B music has led us through many storms and tears. Precious Lord, take my hand Lead me on, let me stand I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm lone Through the storm, through the night Lead me on to the light Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

The preachers, not the warriors we needed but the worriers, and at times a loud and incoherent voice that was short on reasoning for why we struggle, was only to pacify us to the grave looking for a utopia on the otherside. Which dollar was worth paying out, the tithe for the preachers voice or the dollar bill for the (​8 1⁄3, ​16 2⁄3, ​33 1⁄3, 45, 78) RPM record. The music made us stand tall and march and even made more babies for the fields or to get killed and the preacher was there to introduce God as the fall-guy and savior to see us through rather than end the turmoil. The music was around to make us feel good on the corner, in the club, living room, in the car and marching through the streets. The preacher was only around between 11 and 2 on Sunday morning to pacify that beat-down we got a couple of days ago but that spiritual, blues and R&B music was there the very next minute free of charge consoling an individual, neighborhood, or nation saying, Everybody is a star Who would rain and chase the dust away Everybody wants to shine Who'll come out on a cloudy day

'Til the sun that loves you proud When the system tries to bring you down Ever had to shine tonight You don't need darkness to do what you think is right.