Jazz City Poets Lyrics

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

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 poet