Thursday 29 March 2012

The Thoughts of Just Another Till-boy...


Who's really original within this world? As every idea is inspired from another. Can I say that I'm truly original? Do I have the right to enforce a copyright over my ideas? As I have learned a lot from experience. Who claims ownership over my thoughts me or the world? That will be the debate that will stand firm over the test of time. I have been given power to articulate my thoughts, in order to grow with every new day. As my thoughts grow and branch out, I hope my vision of myself being unique doesn't leave. We all are different, but it’s easier to highlight the difference in the physical than the spiritual. I literally think I've found my calm before the storm, as I feel I'm now at peace within the world, which I hope will be conveyed in my literary thoughts. When the storm comes I hope to realize in awe its power with my open eyes, mediate and pray that my high stays, so I stand to embrace the elements.


"Next Customer please, would you like your receipt in the bag"

Just Another Brother





Sunday 18 March 2012

Last Supper....

The events have been altered to display the intended story 
The things I've done with this one to some can appear naughty 
I'm just another black bored so pass the chalk please
I'm my own leader of my narrative
Me and my character share same dream 
Which is to save the kids 
I'm not blasphemous but I thought 
The story in front of me was way too basic 
Let me see 
If I make the characters ethnic this time instead of white 
Does that make me racist?
We have been subordinated many times 
In stories and in rhymes 
My intentions are for my main character is he can bare many faces 
So he can give hope to those who appear down 
Inject their lives with a face lift
Enter the complexity's of my dreamworld 
He sat eating on a table full of winners 
The winners that don't regard breaking bread as a loss
Now that's winning 
He didn't know the men among him 
Were practically brought up on sinning 
Money, gambling and all the fine as loose women 
That sometimes all that keeps this parallel universe spinning 
Sometimes this modern universe leaves my mind spinning
Seriously how can you tell a guy because he hasn't had sex
He ain't living 
With those three words he questions himself 
The peer pressure sets in 
The parallel universe looks enticing and I ain't kidding 
Girls with two children before twenty you got to be kidding me 
The government fails to recognize there's a problem 
As it concentrates on the middle class and higher living 
This is for eyes to wake up 
Literally to create a shake up was the guys mission 
Read to hear the voices in your head 
Sit back and listen
Concentrate on whats written
Sometimes you have to think outside the box to defend your opinion 
Back to my parallel universe 
I cant believe I snapped out of my line of thought 
At least I remained in my position 
Funny thing is what if at the last supper Judas got Lean 
He would have got paranoid spoke out
So in the bible there would be no need for the last scene
That version could remain to be seen 
What would have happen if Paul spoke out to the leader 
Said I've lost faith and embarked on my dean 
What if when the cock crowed Peter was wrapped up in the sheets 
Woke up next to a broad in bed to maintain body heat 
What if the rest of the disciples said forget the team 
The only team we promote lies in Essex 
Had a slogan and said we keeping it ream 
All I could do was sit back with my thoughts
Think to myself  life could be a lot worse
I'm truly thankful its just a dream



The Equation of Business...


A conversation with a Nigerian typically started with 419
The last number he said went over my head
He kindly broke it down for me, and brought out his 4 5
He said in his best English accent
Don't cross me mate and something like he possessed 9 lives
He said he’s taken 2 so he replaced the 9 with a 3 8
He said my brother in this game you can’t be labelled a sheg
How many squares can you get me my young blood?
As for you I can open new doors
Literally everything we make we will go half's
By next week I'll have you in a range
A new 4 by 4
Rule number one son
Don't trust anybody in business
Half of me believed him
I smiled to myself as I knew
I knew if he crossed me
I knew I had a cousin that held a deuce deuce
He sensed tension in the air
He said it’s up to you
You choose
He said the problem with the world
Is that people fail to realize money don't talk people do
I replied when it comes to money I’m fluent in most languages
So when the money comes
You better
Pay up my money Kwasia Oyinbo
I had an Accraian tongue with a Nigerian flow
He said I've always liked you boy
As I said that's not how deep my lyrical intelligence goes
Purtain de merde son
He was stunned to see I could a little French though
So shell shocked he put down the guns
Smiled with me and said let’s talk business over lunch,
Let’s go out
I got a voucher and it’s a 2 for 1.