When Motown Died Once More

(In Memory of the late, Marvin Gaye) It was April of Nineteen Eighty-four When We lost the Man, We did adore Aine life funny;Our not knowing, what's in store At least, the One he lived, was far from a bore Cause he had hit Albums, by the score But, for what he stood, meant So much more Since he, about being REAL, opened up the door Capturing the true Essence of being Black and Poor Sending across a MESSAGE about Humanity and War Yet, the Magic lies behind how he derived at the core Ole Marvin, had a way of making Us to him, lure How tragic, about his being shot dead to the floor Although, apart of him remains on Lake Michigan's shore And, if We listen closely at the waves, We can Still hear him, ROAR!!!!