HIS NAME IS PRINCE

He got his own name
He got his own fame
Got his own style
Rock and roll, funk and soul
You have yet to know

His name is PRINCE
No one compares to him
No one ever will

Rumors he sold his soul
Got it back when he said
He would be no brothers slave
Living for the music
Love and sweat in every tune

His name is PRINCE
One song isn't his claim to fame
No matter the color of the rain

When the music stopped
Two seconds after he past
Had a million new fans
Not knowing a thing about the man

His name is PRINCE
A funky son-of-bitch
You have yet to hear what he did

Can't believe this guy is gone
No more songs no more prank call
Its seems like a black 911
He will never come this away again
Unless you believe in karma

His name is PRINCE
No one can compare to him

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