The jazz man (snippet)

Look….

These opps in my mind, they been bothering me…

They not of my kind, and it’s been getting harder to speak,

My mother is fine, but my father is weak,

Deceased.-to me….

Please, don’t mind, sometimes the times, go by-slow,

Please believe, I need to breathe, all I know-…

is, that I’m focused,

Who’s up next?

The kid is blessed,-and goated,

Plus-His flows are nice and catalogue is-bloated.

To me he’s nice,

Repeat some some nights,

For reasons why?-unknown,

But I know that I’ve grown…..

The Jazz is here,

The bands are here,

Just move a lil faster,

-Cuz, the classic’s here!

The live show,

Ain’t no scarecrows or yellow brick roads,

Full of clones……

Just me and the pros,

No cons….

But the Autobots are tagging along,

It’s been a long while,

Since I been known round,

This whole town,

10 years,

That I been gone,

I left my gold crown,

Admired by the ones that I spoke bout,

Enamored by some old clout…….

The jazz man’s blues……….

(It’s just…..)

(Yeah…..)

(Let it ride…..)

(Chorus)

The jazz man’s back,

In the cul de sac,

Im not a baller,

But the bitches love to call us that,

Yeah,

Mothers screaming out-“you’re father’s back!”

I know…..

The jazz man’s back,

In the cul de sac,

(Yeah….)

Karen made us leave but they called us back,

Same place where the love is at….

(Yeah)

The jazz man’s back……….

(Yeah…)

The jazz man’s back…………….

(Let it ride…………..)