Black like a bottle of Jack
strong like bourbon, but
never stereotypical mainstream, ghetto or urban, cos
lemme tell you something jack , "urban" ain't "black"
if "Urban"'s got its money up in a Swiss bank drinking
French Brandy driving German cars buying
Italian suits on an American Express card
we say ghetto like it's something to aspire to
I'm sorry people but my sights are set higher than
sipping Cris, or taking the piss with someone's baby daughter
or bling bling, or black on black manslaughter
man we oughtta be ashamed 'cause its a pitiful sight
we built Pyramids, now we can run a club night?

I disagree and there's more to me than this
don't call me urban or ghetto, 'cause to me its a dis
when you're saying that's "black" your taking the piss
take it back, when you say my name say it loud
black is the new black, and I'm black and I'm

proud of this life, the jazz life,
the music endures through all the pain and strife
its irrepressible; its the voice of a nation of
one two three four five generations of
jazz from Buddy Bolden to Kenny G the force
flows and binds together the jazz galaxy
the universal language of the people
a million stars shine bright their brilliance paves the way for
interstellar travel made possible; the music of jazz
creates its own space and time and your mind is blown
by the speed of conversation, the melodies
travel warp speed into a next generation
their education handed to them on a platter of
12" Vinyl teaching lessons that really matter
listen and earn from the original jazz cats in action
-or if you crave social interaction-
catch the vibe of a live gig; it's even phatter
but be prepared to have your misconceptions shattered
that'll be the end of this rhyme, the end of my time
I hope in some little way that this message has
given you a better understanding of the music
the music is the magic,
the magical J is for Jazz