Jam Young - Child Of The Blues lyrics

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Jam Young - Child Of The Blues lyrics

Jam Young [Verse One] A product of Sammy Davis and Langston Hughes Saxophones and clarinet tunes Walt whit-whim, eminem fumes That's the blues, yet going after green, Red in my eyes are from low self-esteem Blowing off a dream Think martin, Luther Sniped by a shooter, America was down with no one to sooth her In the medulla, of an adolescent Like me, need sense like an effervescent Don't grieve, when somehow I been blessed with Minor keys, music of reality Authentic author, cooking Martha, Stewart Words-worth news-first, pages From being in my own world even on stages That were phases, to birth phrases Acting as verbal mazes, to free mental cages, from insanity... [Verse 2] A listener of boom bap, learning while I zoom at The bad boys, doing it Big like Craig mac Kool as G Rap, Slick, no eye patch And a show off, tank top and a nice rack Picture that like a renaissance Sitting- smoking cigars Sipping- with fancy broads at a restaurant BB kings, audmar ambiance Now let me ride the beat, rap tour de france, yea, it's on With Johnny Cash on my mind Locked like prisoners at Folsom doing time, Can't see any hues, color blind Even to the coloring book's lines Still I tell an A&R, I got an A,R, 15 Ready to spray off if these lyrics don't pay off But I love it, never take a day off Living like the king... in Pollock chaos [Verse 3] This is Jerry Lee Lewis at his finest when I'm rhyming Great balls of fire like a ruby round diamonds So says Simon I'm the x-factor Could tell I was poet, way before I was a rapper Ask Mr. Weeks, he'll tell ya any day of the week I'd drive past police, with my poetic license Hard to believe, I'm not one of the nicest? You ain't got the slightest clue Speaking blasphemy like a righteous view Ain't Nasir but a child of the blues... Regardless, par-don my French, but I got expensive tastes Ask my girl when I'm kissing on her face In our own type of world like mase Except we stretch across all states With a case of fine wine and a troubled mind Praying, hoping the future will shine Cause trouble goes any place it can find... Copyright 2013