The Jazz poem brothers, so hip and so way cool,
With their smooth jazz talk, they never play the street fool/
They snap their fingers and dance to the bass conga beat/
Their rhythm and rhyme are hip in time/man, they are kicking the verse and breaking it down/
They paint a mind collage with each word they say, Man, it just lays me out / What can I say/
Taking us on a word poem journey, in their special soul jazz spoken word way/
Get down to their word flow/ a slaughterhouse of jazz words/poetry from the jazz edge/let's go/
The brothers transport us to a place where the bebop Buddha shows his face/
Yo listen up tight, to what their jazz word orchestra has to say/
Let their words guide you to the jazz planet in the Milky Way/
The Jazz poem brothers know how to groove high/to the spoken word poetry/ in the simmering jazz Zen sky/
Their poetry word jazz will lift you/Man, it's a swingin' affair/ Miles, Trane, and Diz/ horn blowing word jazz and a gin fizz/The jazz poem brothers/in search of the new word vibe/Tossing a snow storm of words into the crowd as they wave by by/
Water,
Humble and kind,
Washes away poor's shelters,
The fearful vibrations of fate,
A doom.
The alarm clock sounds off to the tune of Neil Young’s, There’s a World.
A place that is non-existent in today’s life of a constant upwhirl.
Our dreams and aspirations are put to the side.
To get ready for the day of demands and haste for pride.
We enter our vehicles to begin a long drive, tiredness and red eyed.
To a place called work.
That requires you to do the tasks for that special perk.
No time to think.
No time to blink.
Your life is full of deadlines, distractions, until the pen runs dry, out of ink.
For hours on end, is this constant repetitive action.
You’re told what to say.
You’re told what to do.
Colleges are fighting over who is using the offices favorite glue.
We are all in this mess together.
Bound like pieces of sewn up stitches of leather.
All for the reward.
A paycheck to continue to do it over and over again.
Feeling like a dartboard.
Designed, controlled in the trap.
It is the life of a well paid collapse.
It's
all
a
balancing
act.
Classical is from the Middle Ages
in the mid-1940's we had Bebop
a fast-tempo 19th / 20th century Jazz
then along came Doo-wop
with group harmonies
the 50's brought us rock and roll
which developed the 1960's
(sad to say) Disco and its glitter ball
then psychedelic pop rock
blues and folk rock
and in the 1970's it was Hip-hop
and also Rap
which was misspelt
it should read 'Crap'
the 1980's were synthesised
1990's gave us Garage and Grunge
2020's saw online streaming
by the record industry which makes me cringe
Country music (C&W) too (hit or flop)
I know it's true I left out (Reggae) more than a few
but no matter the genre tempo or key
the self-same seven notes do it for eclectic me
A deceitful person is a awful character
Dare I say who
to which describes such a charter
who is this that
shares such traits
Spoken as evil and
In such a debates
Calm the shores
When clouds bring rain
She said she did it
If I am to believe such things
the lines are drawn with
a perfected mention
Stand down Bouis'
Stand at attention
Who is the ah-soothing figure
Said I am
Her man
Now who could figure
Made me centered
With her intentions
Ah-nasty woman
Might I mention
She knew me
She loved me
Like she wanted me
Had me going
Thought I could be
Her all and all
Her number one
Said she only wanted me
All in fun
I say ooh lah-lah lag lag lag
I say ooh ah-soothing lah lah-lah
One thang babies
I like this show and tell
Phat as you is
Got me under yo' spell
Hard as ah rock
Time to enter
Bang you out
Just for slender
Told me later
Baby coming
I acted all coy
Acted real dumb and
Told that lady
I was raised real simple
Altar kiss
On my lips or
Dimple
I say ah-ooh lag
Let me hear you say
Ooh lah-la-lalah
Hmmm ooh
Ooh we , we gone standing
All in love
We all romancin'
It's love when I say
Ooh la, lah-lah la lag!
What’s Your Name, What’s Your Sign?"
I thought that was just a Biggie line.
Then I learned me and Dogs don’t relate
That’s for all you '82s and '94s, check the date.
Big heart thats no biggie
peep game
my words also carry weight,
I speak with purpose never fake.
A man of many skills, no doubt,
But cooking? Nah I’d rather eat out
Speaking of cats.
Not a fan,
Toss the litter, let it go,
Watch your spirit lift and your whole face glow.
lows over my eyes
trying kill what's inside
just a different drive
hi jacked the vibe
trying to bug my line
get sprayed with pesticide
you see them thuggin
I'm with the plug
trippin on luggage
why you fronting
I see you trucking
moving sluggish
hop out the bucket
it's all for nothing
let's get this money
stop acting funny
we don't love them hos
running a muck
searching for love
always kept it blunt
running from love
searching to re up
always kept that heater
always been players
pushing p
run the streets
serving fiends
bout a couple keys
You know where he's at
He been in Gotham,
Whole city lit,
He grew and blossomed.
What he touches, he flips,
Moves with caution,
Always asks if you good
Load up attachment.
Map in his hands,
Survives in the woods,
Light up a match
He’s good in the hood.
Hustle forever, forever he should,
Walked through a path
With booby traps like the Goonies would.
He grew up a man,
Can’t leave the trap,
Needs a bag,
Pillowcases with chicken feed in the lab.
Standing on business,
It’s buried in the back,
Delivers the mail
On a mission
Tunnels and trenches,
Benches stay cold,
Carries the heat
Like a thermal
He don’t bend, don’t fold,
Can’t stay consistent at home.
I’m the Joker
Can’t be controlled.
Stand up,
Won’t lay down 'til I stack up.
Fed up with the brokenness
A liq just gonna tease me
Focus,
Pull up in a Lotus.
Fly on essential,
Throw up like bulimic
With you she a padlock,
With me she a secret.
Convenient,
Don’t take life too serious.
Articulate,
Went and took one
She missed on her period.
For my dogs, I’m ruthless,
Like John Wick, I leave you toothless.
Perseverance in the darkness,
Soon as the lights turn on
You ain't flawless.
Stock market lookin' exotic,
Potential in motion, perpetual.
In her walls like a schedule,
Might see you later
If this sh*t don’t get raided.
I'm faded.
Lil mama in a Q50 infinity
Known to handle drama
Pulls up any vicinity
know a broad in a Amg
we hit the drive through theater
And we blow on trees
I know a hottie in a Beamer
She fiends for the d
Trying to have my baby
in a swooped up m3
Another shorty in a Tesla
Always smoking gas
Pulls up just to charge up
We loving in the back
Now I’m in a jag
This chick loves to brag
Ratchet ass hell
She ain’t got no class
Mama in a v dub
Fly mamasita
Use to be my dealer
Now she on flea
Cruising in a cooper
I’m with a fine cougar
Taught me a couple lessons
I call her my tutor
Freaky ass shorty in a
Honda accord
Open 24 she use to take me to store
If you see me in a corvette
You know she a war vet
Every time she pulls up
She meets me at my door step
I’m in a nine eleven
Clutching on her thighs
Mashing like the dash board
She texting with her man
Big body hellcat
But shorty was petite
Lets me take the steering wheel
While she gets in fleek
Lifted I’m in a tundra
A dike mutha lover
She pulls on all the females
I’m with her in the summer
It’s always what I say,
It boils down to what I sow.
get me off speaker
tweaking out my destiny, they trying to know.
Push the issue we ain’t cuff,
You got me pushing all this dope,
Popping out at the mouth,
My pockets chunky, tweaking hold your tone.
Crazy, feeling lazy,
Wish for me to crash out.
Busy bone switch after our freaking history,
Like we was back in school.
You needed someone to get over me
I did it on my own.
Cut me off, you think I’ll bleed it out?
I’ll turn you to a song.
On the stage, the pre-teen girls
Displayed their hip hop moves,
As sequins sparkled while the dancers
Got into their grooves.
Though just a dress rehearsal,
Make-up gleamed on lips and eyes
And you could spot the older selves
Their bodies did disguise.
Yet even with suggestive thrusts,
Their innocence shone through.
Of grown-up sexuality,
These girls had not a clue.
And that was wonderful to see,
Especially because
My grandchild was among those dancers
Waiting for applause.
Henessey the hip hop girl danced rings around the others
Astounding her dance teacher and other girls’ mothers
She is such a show-off said the other girls in her hip hop class.
Her kicks were crazy and wildly exuberant; she broke more than one glass.
We like your enthusiasm, the dance teacher told Henessey
But you have to watch what you are doing with your elbows and knee
Henessey kicked out a window and knocked a vase off a ledge.
The dance teacher refunded their money, asking her to take karate instead.
Faster than two ducks
slick on the street or what
Wet on the Street or what
wet tires on a motor
Mothers on a motor
the street or what
up the come up
in up nothing hoe
in all done up
hoe says she wants to be my friend
I love that hoe too.
Help with the difference
help me understand
If there was one
day I remember
more than others
is the day of mothers
and valentines
Battle lines, battles lost
Battles the Boss
Battle Eccentric
I like to interprut
I like to get into it
rubber nuts
burning rubber up the gut
the main street gets smoked up
big thrasher what are they after
the green light
At the Factor
In the Clean Night
The road is wet and Ive
I lost my sight
I cant fight the speed
Its Heavy Baby
two tons of Gravy
Suicidal and homicidal Behavious
Hit the Gas cause
the breaks will save her x2
She aint late she,
Be there Later, riding
street in squat reliefit dont knock its a beast
It just Knocks the street
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