Mr Soul Train Himself
(in Memory of Don Cornelius)
Why did he-himself in the head
come to blow
After he had it "on the lock",
where did it go
When did this situation on him
take its toll
How could he, his whole LIFE
away, up and throw
When he with keeping it All
together was "on a roll"
This wasn't the Don Cornelius,
We all love and know
For what's it's worth, I wish him
LOVE PEACE and SOUL!!!
(We Miss You Don, RIP)
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