I ve got the jazz



The syncopated tune in my heart cries out like

A feel it in your soul rythym of Bessie smith…The

explosion of an oppressed mind is so beautiful...

Josephine baker like attitude…I stay bare to the fruit and then make a dance out of it and have you lookin at me like im crazy but then sooner or later you join me because you cant find a way to beat me down…

It gets to the point where I cant control myself…

Profound to the ground and then some under it…

Im sayin, Ive got the jazz (the jazz) the jazz to move that ass…

I dance with the po boys so they can sing me their blues….

and I take off my shoes and run my toes through the land…

The land of the mother…where we all came from…

Then I snap…snap…snap…snap…as I hear those jazzy blues…

And I start flinging my arms wide open and kicking my feet while I make it rainey as ma does her thing…

Dancing and whirling while the negro speaks of rivers…and tells me his dreams

Man it makes me quiver…I mean gives me the shivers…but I aint cold…

I just got jazz in my soul….

Ive got the jazz (Ive got the jazz) the jazz to move that ass…

Something a little un lady like at times like a flapper…but I mean I just want to have fun…you should ask her…

I AM THE 20s…HEAR ME ROAR…

Make your mind soar through the clouds with louis and make your legs sore cuz you just couldn’t get off your feet…

Wake in another land where you barely understand what they speak but you bop bop bop to their beat…

And you bop for miles…until you see davis…

To the point where you are out of breath because you have just whitnessed the birth of the cool…

That’s killin.

But Im livin…



"I don't really mind if it's over your head, Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead,So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher... (The Abstract Poet)

Inspiration: Jazz (We've got) (A Tribe Called Quest)

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