Misery captivated your reality, but you simply cascaded authenticity. As quick as you posed "Let's Get It On," "What's Going On" was your scream. The intellectual thinker with a sensual voice, yes you are the renowned, Mr. "Sexual Healing". "Inner City Blues" displayed your insight. It is resonated today, no surprise to you. You hipped us to the "Grapevine," so I am sure you had a glue.
Intrinsic thinker, elegant presence, profound lyricist, the soulful wit of a revolutionist. Aye baby, "Come Get to This". Yes, the melody floats in and out of the consciousness of every listener who engages you. The truth is the truth. You set the world's eye onto what is regarded see-through. Years and generations will continue to praise you. Sing it one more time, "Here, My Dear..." Every man can understand. The story flows from your soul and pours into the listeners whole. It penetrates the core. It explodes and stores.
What you gave can never be dismissed. You are the golden entity of music, a clear vision of unity. Can I hear you sing it for me, "We got to find a way to bring some Love here today." You went against the grain, so some implied you were insane. Intellectual and soulful, you gave Love artfully. To sing is to express the soul effortlessly, hands down you established the mere feat.
The reality, promise, and freedom in your voice resonates individuality. Music lives because you gave all of you. No man lives without struggle, but every man has a truth. Your reflective soul speaks in "Trouble Man." Relaying to every man his truth is in his view.
Your soul floats everyday through sound. Within the tranquility of "Distant Lover" and the witnessed but the unpleasant certainty of "I Want You," you walk us right into what we see... "Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing." Let the music float on unadulterated and free. There is no way to properly thank you, just sing on Marvin. The Love within your music sustains, even today, a foreseen actuality.