Jazz Me Crazy

Rhythm flowing into awaiting instruments Strumming Stroking softly Letting go of disappointments Becoming lost in the next line Drowning in the shadow Bobbing heads side to side We hide worries and bills Disappointments Run from heart breaks In rhythm Silently tell stories that we can relate to Bob our head to Go ahead and feel it Those rhythms Riffs In Hallucinating Motivation Rhythm We be black people of black tribes And on any given moment We are able to tap within ourselves And remember the yester years Of days gone by Drowned by So many closed doors And those fake happy faces Smiles we live in to get by Yet on the inside when no one is looking And the music is speaking to our soul we let go Let down our walls Tell our stories to ourselves And we remember We let go And admit That we are afraid to fail Afraid to embrace the we that we sometimes be Secretly have issues with ourselves that we Take out on our partners And friends and then act as if it’s them that’s different All the while knowing that it’s the many different shades of We that’s inside of us that keeps us bound To working 9-5’s that we don’t love Holding secrets that we’re dying to tell Being afraid of the we that we may become But the music Just keeps on And although life gets complicated And stress comes Although giving up seems so easy to do Just keep holding on Cause brighter days are sure to come In the mean time just ride with the music Do you feel it? Keeping it real do you feel it?

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