bob, jimi & kurt

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he freed a lot of people, but it seems the good die young, yeah, i just looked around and he was gone, he would sit there, listen to muddy, and toy with his buddy, his buddy had six strings, and he would mix things up, playing left on a right hand guitar, did he give a, ha, what?, no he didn't, he had stolen a car, judge calmly agreed it was time for the army, guitarist or soldier? who coulda told ya?, rock n roll nearly, never a star though, scenario differs, but was it his wish?, to play it everyday or an injury twist?, it seems he coulda swooped as a parachute trooper, shoots on the battlefield, would it matter still?, if he'd stuck it around to this day, and he didn't die young, would the people all say, jimi you're a legend and a saint, if he died for his country, would everyone still say he's great?, he freed a lot of people, but it seems the good die young, yeah, i just looked around and he was gone, to clarify the thoughts that he'd had, on the band, kurt wrote a letter to chad and it ran, with a dissatisfaction of chad on the drums, as far as news goes it was bad as it comes, he'd played there on tour, he'd been there on bleach, and global domination was just within reach, no hidden agenda for kurt when he worked, he just did it 'cause he did, it wasn't a gimmick, a limitless talent showed, but never sought fame, respect he would gain maybe often to blame, he may have been a star it was not his intention, ascension to highest it was not on his wish list, gifted but still chad wasn't to be and it hurt, soon after it happened for kurt, he stuck by his decision didn't change his ways, saying better to burn out than to fade away, he freed a lot of people, but it seems the good die young, yeah, i just looked around and he was gone, tough gun came to london, and undone fools perceptions, 'cause he was someone, who educated folk on the culture he'd come from, though he's long gone, he left a legacy, especially when folk learned the skank, the freedom of speech there's him to say thank, you, to, he traveled the nation, a generation learned salvation, bob played football, wounded he's turned, though he knew it couldn't go when the cancer showed, he jammed on, spreading his wisdom, gave meaning to unite for united kingdom, he challenged opinions at the london lyceum, they all tried see him, and bob was sick, but the body stays whole for the rasta, he stayed true to his soul like a buffalo soldier, he freed a lot of people, but it seems the good die young, yeah, i just looked around and he was gone