"Jazzy Licks"
Hear em' shots from da Trumps n' Saxes?
How bout' the drops of the Basses' beats?
Whata' bout' the Piano's keys swarming down
on Us?
It's like a floetic warfare,
but no1 died 2day. Nope, no cries
but of laughter. No defensive jitters Here,
just folks doin' da jitterbug
amongst these jazzy licks.
There be a large group of folks
from all da colors:
Some black n' white...
Some brown n' yellow..}We got em' all!
Some blue n' red...
The only shots let off are from
da Trumps n' Saxes.
The only thing dropping are
da' Bassess beats.
The only thing swarming down on Us are
da' Piano's keys
n' dis floetic warfare.
Where no1 dies 2day. Nope, no cries
but of laughter. No defensive jitters Here,
just folks doin da jitterbug
amongst these jazzy licks.
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