Midnight Red Shoes (( Neo Soul Poetry ))
By: The Red Cat Jazz of Love
Hello fogged Harlem dungeon of twinkling
Buzzing noise, watch out midnight stroll.
Sista red shoes come to pull the price tag of your muse
And shine your flute to the beep de bop
Country fried steak of juicy flow of
Border line momma Louie Anna
Platteville. Just cruising the six four of his
Infatuated Blvd. and left scars of the sitcom
Of switching hip drums and creative tongue
Pulled out the collard greens of his busted Sims
With the biggie bang swig of my neo style.
Gansta brother do you dig the spade card I am playing.
Lets hit the midnight hour of I dropped a bomb
On smooth skin annex and gave employment
To adore cool breeze every time you see
Seduction just pass the cigar treats.
And ride the midnight train back to Georgia
For southern red beans and Chapel Hill sausages
And let apostrophes scream catch that hen
Now for the brew of Coca Cola Club Jazz Lolo
Because sista word Satchmo is in the building
To drizzle the sizzle of work the style trend
In new age century.
Sista red shoes leaving a clapping sooth.
Neo Soul Poetry Artist :
The Red Cat Jazz of Love
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