Dion - Bronx Poem Lyrics
I was born in the Bronx on a strong dayI guess you can sayThe beat in the street, the streetcar soundThe singin' in the moonlight, the pure lightThe harmony's tightInformed we can fightWe got heartAnd for [unintelligible]Yo, when I'm inside a songI'm strong, I can't go wrong, It's where I belongCome along, it's good, it's badWho said it was perfectOnly God is perfectOnly God is goodMan He blessed me beyond my wildest dreamsI can sing from the highest mountainI can sing from the highest rooftopI'm talkin' life, I'm talkin' beautyTruth, love, hate, scammin', lyin', dyin'Yo, life is hardBut life is the artIt's better to be clean than to be clutteredClean of soul, that isMy God is the Creator, not a dictator, He's the life-giving lover, My Father, no other, my brother, my best friendNever lied to me, even died for meLife is goodWe're talkin' youWe're talkin' sweet SueWe're talkin' virtueWe're talkin' faith, hope, love, wisdom, Courage, honesty, patienceThen there's blue skies, There's miraclesThere's families and babies and craziesChanges you won't believeI got aces up my sleeveAnd God keeps blessin' meIn spite of meHe's the bestIf I didn't know me I'd be impressed.I don't wanna underestimate what He can do in my lifeHe brought me you in my lifeHe brought me through all this strifeEverybody here, we've been through it allReal joy, closeness, distance, journey, the ups, the downsThe issues, the tissues, the drugs, the thugs, the drinkin', the stinkin' thinkin', Throw up, grow upTears, fears, torn, mourn, rebornYo! Hallelujah! I've never been the same, took away my shameI used to play the blame gameHow lameMan I got a wife who drives me saneHere I am authentic, genuine, a truth-teller, no bullshitDon't have a fit, God's on His throneHe's in controlHeroes, villains, king, queens, saints, sinners, James Dean, Norma Jean, mmm vanilla ice creamElvis, Buddy, HankHonky-tonk blues guitars, cars, barsYo! Stand proud, rock aroundDo-wop, be-bop, rock-and-roll, good for the soulThe Yankees, JFK, I did it my way, rock and roll is here to stayAin't that the truthMartin Luther KingSay what you mean, mean what you say, but don't be meanI have a dream, he paid his dues, king of the delta bluesElvis Aaron Presley played that thing, Rock and roll king, I ride with the King of kingsHe 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 atWith great love and affectionThe kid from the BronxRave on.
