Lock//box

(Yeah…)

Im trapped in a box,

With four walls,-Packed with a lock,

Until I spring forth, of course-I’m like a jack in the box,

Not so surprising, I’m focused on new horizons,

My soul is full of humility,-my voice is harmonizing,

The science of humanizing,-Decide what you mean by it,

I’m fantasizing bout women, the reason I seem tired,

I been staring in the clouds so long……

I took a left and went home, -just so that I could right my wrongs,

Then I forgot, I heard this beat-

Proceed to write more songs,

Cuz only music makes my voice feel heard,

They know my style, it’s been awhile,

I’m still a hip hop nerd,

Though lately I’ve been introduced to you-

As the jazz man’s blues,

You know the truth……

I hate to say it, -only progression ensues…..

Yeah……

I been here for awhile, searching for balance,

Even when I feel it’s here, it’s near-ly,

Impossible to stay away from evil and violence,

The challenge is to grow slow,

What’s at the end?

-I don’t know….

Hopefully it all comes together like a family photo,

Positive thoughts only, no negativity homie,

Give god your faith, and I promise there ain’t no telling how far you can’t go……

I’m the jazz man,

Homie you can bet that,

Homie, I’m the jazz-

Scratching records like a fat cat

Homie I’m the jazz man,

Still be wearing dad hats,

Homie I’m the jazz-yeah,

Homie you can bet that,

You know that I’m the jazz man,

You can ask the trash man,-

Homie I’m the jazz man………