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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 want to tell you real quick We are the shape of jazz to come They told me drink to your success, became an alcoholic, nineteen The good die young, I lived the blueprint of cracked dreams Took about ten years to find pleasure in the simple things X marks the spot, but I never knew Y, I was off axis Pretty people and cocaine was praxis Hotel charged me two hundred, we fucked, broke the mattress Six months later, I broke your heart too You tell me I'm yours, but this spliff ain't enough 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 bear witness to its sentence Escape the heart's asylum, enjoy my last sentence I think we're better apart, not trying to be cuffed, not trying to be jailed Behind these bars but the instrument 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 niggas kayfabe Seen them spin, hit the block 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 meals program giving soul food I seen fake thugs waving arms like the lines of a polygraph test Just to get chipped by liars that they couldn't detect The speech impediment of a duct tape tech If the gun jam, the switch flicks So say less or say more Shamik from two-one-two 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 F*ck 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 sacks 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 heard 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'm writing sermons to the congregation of your inner child You look back at me and said that was nothing profound Child rebel soldiers at war with poverty Dead em like Fenian raids of eighteen sixty six Closed fists hit the wall, then snapped the wrist Cheeks turned, 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 Ornette Coleman, if you can hear me, you gon' f*ck with this Ladies and gentlemen, 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