Jazz City Poets

I'm in a jazz club, I hear the music play

I feel the saxophone notes but I just stare at his face

And I reflect upon his fluid form of movements

His use of the best band comprised of a couple students, my goodness!

I mean talent wise his skill was incomparable

To anything that I've seen so I just ponder and watch

I just look on and really didn't want it to stop tracks that he laid

paid for the train in my thoughts I patiently wait

thinking bout this man and his past Did he rock a million shows

make a hundred thousand in cash With a few platinum plaques

at his pad outside of reno Or did he fall deep inside of a new casino

These are questions that I pose when I ponder On the chance of me

like 20 years down the road when I am half of me

Will I fall under the same fate or direction?

Lessons that I've learned when I burn through my conceptions

Its just a cold night, im chilling in my city

I got the whole night, nobodies gonna get me

I hear the key notes dancing and I know it

Welcome to the mind of a jazz city poet

Its just a cold night, im chilling in my city

I got the whole night, nobodies gonna get me

I hear the key notes dancing and I know it

Welcome to the mind of a jazz city poet

I was told that if you're blessed with a gift the most selfish

Thing you could do is pretend that it didn't exist

So I take drums that hit, with a jazzy riff when I spit

My moms flipped her script when I told her about my gigs but its cool,

she knew that I was driven at twenty two

now its coming full circle, kicking it back to you

Graduated school with a new point of a vengeance

Farewell to my fears I will stay clear of your venom

Stumbled on the serum, chillin with nothing left

Feelings in my chest like I'm ripping it through a vest

And im taking it to the next step, kill the regret

Any mistakes that I made is now a part of my past

Im taking it home, can't stop, leave it alone

Part of myself yells to keep keeping it going

The lights dim down again the Saxophone starts to play

I start to picture everything, I wish I could say

Its just a cold night, im chilling in my city

I got the whole night, nobodies gonna get me

I hear the key notes dancing and I know it

Welcome to the mind of a jazz city poet

Its just a cold night, im chilling in my city

I got the whole night, nobodies gonna get me

I hear the key notes dancing and I know it

Welcome to the mind of a jazz city poet

I lounge back while I relapse and I might go

The whole track starts to relax and I write slow

Back to the tempo pondering music

When I would think about the future with songs

That'll get me through it I'm good

deal it if I'm misunderstood

Hope my future children see, take it and they achieve

Poppa Followed Christ, poppa was in love

Poppa had dreams but Poppa will never be

A puppet used to poison the passionate plus irrelevant

Portraits on a beat, taking a part of me

I rather take a seat in a room full of my heroes

Their hair turning grey, wearing their cowl and cape

I just listen, taking mental notes within my vision

The longer conversation im pondering my condition

As a writer, the lights start to flicker on its brighter

As passion starts to leave I make a promise to write her

Its just a cold night, im chilling in my city

I got the whole night, nobodies gonna get me

I hear the key notes dancing and I know it

Welcome to the mind of a jazz city poetIts just a cold night, im chilling in my city

I got the whole night, nobodies gonna get me

I hear the key notes dancing and I know it

Welcome to the mind of a jazz city poet