I Feel You Langston Hughes

I am the jelly roll who dat listening to the music of my soul    
Midnight corn rolls swinging down my history’s back      
Looking fly for this cool daddy cat      
Mellow words blowing from the jazz out my mind      
Enveloping for the brothas who stand and kissing dainty hands fresh off the grapevine      
Then sipping on her soul like fine aged wine      
Who you girl with that aged chocolate skin looking might fine      
Between those fat thighs enticing a man giving him the cream of his ancestral dreams      
Producing great handsome Kings, and sexy curvaceous Queens      
You know my brotha, I roam to the south side of New York      
Bevy eyed beauties I love while popping corks      
You can find me musing my poetic swag down on the block      
Zoot suits tonight looking fly she looking tight, gotta a honey in my sights, she now on lock      
Watching the women up in here doing the jig      
She gonna be my baby mama soon you dig      
Stacy Adams shoes shining in the limelight bodies two stepping      
Kissing her cherry lips, she now my secret weapon      
Finger popping to Cab Calloway’s skat sounds      
Every thang happening in these parts of town I know about and when it goes down