it's a new look i'm trying (remix)

i guess this is the one that i hold onto,
there was so many more 

but for some reason i just forgot
from time to time we all need someone 

       to,

remind you should write the answers in ink…

       a tragedy bitch’s brew so poisonous it causes Miles Davis & the pastor to rethink

the homeless man rant

 with diamonds buried underneath the gibberish,

Laced with intellect x illiterish 

my ears ain't so good at tellin' the difference no more

remember the man that followed the trail of ripped out pages to his own salvation,
heard foxy brown sing and decided never to cum back

an Untrained track void of any symbols that could

or signify what should’(vebeendone)

but all know who will 

     Once the songs been sung by spoiled stomachs

Can anyone it be undone once the hunger leaves 

road maps of chewed up bones to the dream deferred 

      Then found, by

grace of fortunes kiss on an stroke of unintent

Let Serendipity express displeasure in the room full 

of treasure hunters asking where the procrastination 

             Led them astray

Nickel for your Innocence

The color of thought goes blue deep into bebop and bitches brew

Color blind to the hues of logic and the brightness of jazz 

I might like the idea if s/he finally starts to wink back

Agent orange is the odor that conveys an obsession for sex, 

  ::UNLESS…

     2 dimes on my mind Charlie Parker calls cool on collect 

Coffee and cigarettes as I try to find my mind and confess

Break the rhythm of the funk 

before the kids find the guns 

& erupt 

That's enough! (but it still doesn't mean that I'm going to shut the fuck up)

Anyways, Back to slow lanes and old games that make us feel safe again

A bird in the hand

Woken up from my year sleep by the sounds of a corny white girl in the corner of my ear
There's a heaviness in my bones and I'm scared to look at the clock
It's still a little too foggy for Foxy Brown to come out and play
I thank jazz for waiting with me cause I needed the rest

The sun lights compassion is too much for me to handle
I'm so used to thinking no one even really gives a shit
Flirting with a blank page I need new distraction from my burning eye
A generation of porn stars to feed the poor and hold the keys
Whatever will save little Sarah from thinking she's too ugly to be loved
Born from widows of dark clouds and here to let Ella sing the song to redemption