If a doctor had to diagnose my heart.
They will find something that you should already know.

No mystery is hidden.
None at all.

And nothing new should emerge.
If they diagnose my heart.

What?
They will find are signs that you were loved.
If they diagnose my heart.

Same, if they diagnose my brain.
In it, they will find the same thing.
And from the investigation won't nothing change.

Whether I'm here?
Or dead and gone.
Don't believe what you read?

Rumors, until confirmed, is simply what it is?

While here many say not much about me.
But the minute I'm gone rumors emerge instantly.

Some based around lies.
Others based around truth.
Just don't believe what you read?
Unless it mentions how I love you?

It's known.
It's written and confirmed that when whites go on a shooting spree and later caught.
Cause the law enforcers don't **** them.

We instantly hear they had or have mental issues.

A trick used by many to avoid facing serious justice.

Pay attention the twist of the tales the way many whites avoidance in conviction.

Prison contains many because of these therapists of book knowledge fails to comprehend some has major in being great actors.

Now let a minority spotlight the same scheme and you will the word competent to stand trial.

Mental issues are not always applied to them.

We know need college degrees to know when faking is a trick.

We without mental issues has used this.

Wipe away his hurt that he left in you.
Replace it with a smile I am placing upon you.

Wipe away the sadness that he has put you in.
Replace it with this happiness I am placing in you.
Just remember not to wipe away me.

Don't get me wrong in the least.
I'm not an angel and won't admit I am.
But I can testify to my worth more by showing my love.

So wipe away the fear that you have deep inside.
And I guarantee you I will wipe away him in your mind.

You more happy with less than you are with more.
Just a sweet woman that I adore.
I could you gifts of monetary values and you won't be that much impressed.

You so simple unless some of the rest.
Who lives just to impress?
They brag about this and boast about that.

But what makes you stand out?
Is your heart within.
You simplify love just by being you.
Which makes me loves you more.

The words you about to read.
Is true.
Just imagine them not.

Example of a story about Bully Joe/Bully Jane.
Who in school bullying their classmates?

They come to first one with intimidation.
And achieve their goal.

They come to the second with threats and achieved similar things.

And this kept happening to three more.
Sounds like those math questions we had in school?

Except there's a message within this one.

The five that was bully got together and talked.
Mention the name of the bully and all the things they took.

And turned the intimidation factor back upon Bully Joe/Bully Jane.
Who went to the school administrator to complain?

Who confronted the group?
And this is where many problems lie?

Why get involved now?
When you stayed quiet when they were fearful?
Folks, this is a teaching lesson when the bully is out numbered.

On this beautiful day, I'm singing out a tune.
Listening to the Beatles song Hey Jude.
Just driving my car further down the road listening to Pink Floyd.

While my lady of choice craves for some Rod Stewart.
Only to change her mind later to hear the Rolling Stones.
Highly upset that she turned the dial off Led Zepplin.

Still her and I on this musical journey.
As I state to her that Eric Clayton was part of the Yardbirds.
As she tries to sing songs by the group Cream.

She knows nothing by the Hollies or heard of Dave Clark Five.

Still, I am on this musical journey.
Telling her about Dusty Springfield and Petula Clark two ladies that contributed to the success of the British invasion.

And then, yes then there's the man.
A roaring stylist of his own and that will be Tom Jones.