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Grits - Jazz
(from the album Mental Releases)

1st Verse

Jazz is the substance and base
of manifestation of Grits for Nubian taste...
The voice of the horn cry's for freedom of imprisonment
releasing the soul from the shackles of environment...
The bass is like the blood in your veins
pumping breath to your organs so life can maintain...
Of course we need the skins to keep the timin'
like your heart plays the part of keepin' everything in line...
Like brain waves the keys sound signals in spurts and harmony
where would you be without the melody...
The vocalist in this quartet is the Spirit
or better yet the Son of Man...
So there you have it broken down anatomically,
Grits illustrated for the ones that doubt...
Cause the heart is expressed in the music and always has,
This is what I think about Jazz...

Chorus

Jazz is the mother and Hip Hop's the child,
She died and revived now her child's runnin' wild...
Grits is the tool and Hip Hop's the Nation,
Sent to teach those of Truth and Creation...

2nd Verse

Rap is not Hip Hop so let's get it straightened...
Hip Hop is life and culture not revenue...
Birthed from the generation of the younger,
the hunger for equality fathered this child...
The mother is the music which influenced it's creation,
jazz was the cry from the parents of this new Nation...
Since it's birth I've grown with it even though
It's been the target of murder and a victim of rape...
Yet it still live's never givin in,
takin deeper breaths grippin tighter than a vise...
Many misunderstand it's true meaning
they think it's economic and this causes drama....
Black birthed; Black grown; Black owned
was the thought intended, but now the plans demented
will a million Blacks even support it's own Creation...
Until then I'm teachin' other's of strugglin' Nation...

The Jazz , the jazz, I love the the jazz
and always have it represents my Culture...

3rd Verse

My roots stem from a musical background,
ancestral voices sing to my spirit...
In the wind I hear it's messages telling me
to stay strong through the hatred of others...
Love thy enemy sounds so wrong to me
the reward is in the end so I feel suicidal...
Strength unseen is laced in the chords
I consume volumes at a time when I horde...
My survival lies in my faith in the Savior
and the Savor of jazz music in my ear..

Chorus