Walking down the street
I see...

On the corners
In the alleyways

Caught in the stare

Maybe I don't see
Anything

The mad dogs glare
Is he ever
What makes him

Happy

Walking down the street
I see...

Nothing

At the parks
Where people are gathering
Slight of handshakes
Magicians create
Audiences

I see...

But I don't tell anybody

Smooth jazz
The way she moved

Curves
  Brass

She walked with a melody
  And looked back

Mmm... the harmony

Her eyes
  My hands

And the radio in the background
Playing
Smooth jazz

The summer heat
        Would sweat
        And melt two hearts

In the beats brass
Curves would
           Smack

And She
Would ask

   For more

Smooth jazz
Played
As our bodies
Wrapped in braids

                    Amore

A groove
  A sound

           Of two lovers
In a tune they found

Dancing and singing
        Enjoying laughs
The way she moved
When she walked past

I just had to have

              That
Smooth Jazz

And those eyes that kiss mine back

      Mmm... The brass
When the horns blast
And the finished past

We lay there together
In a world that's ours
Two lovers sharing scars

So we just turn up the volume
To drown out the problems
Then kick back
         And relax

With a little smooth jazz
Some curves and hands
You and I
Could be our own band

We'll have our own razzmatazz
Extravagance and coolness
Others don't have

The way she moved
I didn't know what to do

But grab

After a slap
She kissed me back
And love was daft

As the radio played in the background
The smoothest jazz

My skin is colored
A pigment from a palette
Of earths mother

My blood is red
Like each others

My brain thinks different
Yet similar
It wonders

Why a shade of flesh
Would matter
When chosen by the artist

The lover
The admirer
The charmer

Does it matter the cover
If you love the books contents

Coloured

the queen is always
very busy
breeding
and seldom takes a
rest from her
seeding

if she didn't keep
producing more
bees
there would be few
to pollinate the
trees

her tireless efforts are
rarely if ever given a
thought
yet without her fecundity
no honey could be
bought  

we human beings should
offer our praise to the
queen
as she's never ceases her work
on the propagation
scene

Crime
In the city
It finds time
To plenty

It takes no pity
When it steals
Your pennies

It lies
In the cheats

It cheats in the lies

Eyes repeat
What it needs
To survive

In the streets

Crime eats
It devours greed
At the speed
Lust bleeds

I see it creep
And speak through teeth

In the cities
In every state
It breeds politicians
And news fake

Crime
In the deepest state of mind
In the city
In your lives

It climbs at a rate
Too high to take
When we find
It's committed
By the ones we've paid

Crime
Is something
We know

Won't ever go away