Never thought of myself a musician
Even though I am a black immigrate.
Hahaha! Come on an joy with us,
We would not be mad if just laugh
Dancing with a great music of jazz,
Promises you it would be a blast.
Some black and white were against me,
You know why, ‘cuz inappropriately.
Movement were so sexually active,
Children were not allowed to do this passive.
Before White did not like me much, ‘cuz of my skin,
But because of jazz era, they loved me since.
How beautiful it was to be admire by white,
Find a lot of money into my pocket every night.
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