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