paroles de chanson WEARETHESHAPEOFJAZZTOCOME - IIIA

When I started this journey
I didn't think we'd end up this far
I didn't think
Things would
Go like this
But I just got one thing I wanna tell you real quick
We are the shape of jazz to come

They told me drink to your successes
Became an alcoholic, 19
The good die young
I lived the blueprint of cracked dreams
Took about ten years
To find pleasure in the simple things
They say X marks the spot
But I never knew Y
I was off axis
Pretty people and cocaine was praxis
Hotel charged me 200
We fucked, broke the mattress
Six months later I broke your heart too
You tell me I'm yours
But the spliff ain't enough so let's keep it blunt boo
Let's keep it crack
Nah Let's keep it MDMA
You get FED up with my distance
But with cops I don't play
Love is the law
You judge
I bare witness to its sentence
Escaped the hearts asylum
Enjoy my last sentence
I think we're better apart
Not trying to be cuffed
Not trying to jailed
Behind these bars but the instrumental my bail
And if you don't like it
You can suck the Moby Dick of a young Ishmael
Free form flows for you flailing fucks that's frail
I turn a crime scene into poetic detail
I am the flickering sanity of a young black male you can't blackmail
Cause I seen switchblades cut faces
While brothers Kayfabe
Seen him spin hit and the floor like a game of Beyblades
The mainstream media hound our pain like a Great dame
These fucks are Cromwell to the Irish wolf
Antipathy to common good
And sometimes I feel like a courtesan to morning wood
This a free meal programme giving soul food
I seen fake thugs waving arms like lines of a polygraph test
Just to get chipped by liars they couldn't detect
The speech impediment of a ducktaped tech
If the gun jammed, the switch flicked
So Say less
Or say more
Shameek from 212
Still laying on the floor
No disrespect, I confess, the intellect
Been addressed, not disavowed
Never yours to allow, peep the style
Could go a hundred rounds
Fuck with me catch a round
Oh shit
Oh you like how I'm rhyming now

This is the shape of jazz to come
The foolish think it's ornately done
We take the plastic sax and run
Like Coleman finding gold in New York
The shape of jazz to come
The shape of jazz to come
The shape of jazz to come

I am forever an affirmation of my mother's prayers
They said speak with conviction so let me say this
I married joy, but cheated on it with sadness
I fathered love
But abandoned it, result of madness
Child of the internet, looking for happiness
I hear blue birds the reason you catching flies in your mouth
Get it?
You the web now
Let the pen bleed
Let the thoughts feed
Maslow's pyramid, co-opted by schemes for human greed
I've written sermons to the congregation of your inner child
You looked back at me said
That was nothing profound
Child rebel soldiers
At war with poverty
Dead em like Fenian raids of 1866
Close fists hit the wall
Then snap the wrist
Cheeks turn
But now there's blood in the spit
Between cut fingers and squat thumbs
Halo effect inscribed on the trigger of your snug gun
We are the shape
We are the shape of jazz to come
We are the shape of jazz to come
I am the shape of jazz to come
Ladies and gentleman
And those who are neither
I'd like to take a moment of your time
To allow a good friend of mine
To just serenade you out of this experience
Please give it up for
Luke Corrigan