There in the alley, the marginal spaces
The ministers mix with the drunk
Between the tavern and the church
Was the birth of soul and funk
Here lies the crux to save humanity
The bleed maintains the goal
Has heaven found its place on earth
Where angels delivered funk and soul?
Keep on pushin’ minister Curtis
Not just shaking shaggy, do wow!
We got to find the rhythms of peace
And we got to find them now
adapted from a LitHub article about Curtis Mayfield