The death of Radio Ray hit this world with a mighty blow.  Our mourning shall endure for two thousand years, until he returns to this plane to save us once again.  We have been blessed with his musical messages and we shall spread the gospel according to Radio Ray through this digital breathing world.  We invite you to share in the tragedy of the dream child. 

Radio Ray - Born By Fate - Died as a great.  A Men

Please stand for the quick prayer.......

I was born by fate on a council estate
It was rough and tough but life was great
Let me take you all back to the age of eight
In the red hot summer of 77
Till the nights stay light till about 11
Playing British bull dog 1 2 3
Hide and seek and no T.V distractions
There was a few,
Five years on there was nothing to do
Hanging around outside the shops
Making pig noises to a couple o cops
Who were walking on the beat
As the sound of a ghetto box blasted the street
2 years on 15 or so
Still nothing to do
Nowhere to go
It got crazy - out of control
School war warriors before the dole
With hammers barbed wire an glass
It was a blood bath
It stained the fuckin grass
It did pass
When I was 16 I tripped and landed in the hippie scene
With ganja comin out of my ears
In laughing fits, cryin tears of madness
We were off our heads, grew our hair and stayed in bed
John Lennon, was a friend of mine,
Then they shot him dead and I couldnt stop crying
We grew our beards we were 17
Given money for nothing
Was such a dream
Couldn't afford a foreign holiday
But magic mushrooms came to play
Some of us got blown away
They're still there in yesterday
Another year older and some of us crack
Started doin drugs like speed an smack
Cocaine, an it led to crime
Took a few good friends of mine
Ten years to realise
Stand up straight and be street wise
rise rise realise
stand up straight and be street wise