Wade In The Water...

The life of the sea men was quite a hard one 

Their journey began with a little thrust 

They huffed and they puffed 

As they rowed under the sun 

Mind you 

They would have killed for a little rum 

They put their backs into it 

 As they rowed up the stream

They began seeing things together 

Mind you 

It could have been the constant supply of Hennessy 

One dream't that a cowgirl gave him a mission 

One dream't of a gymnast in all different positions

One could have sworn 

Could have sworn his pinup girl appeared as lotus flower

What was he you wonder? 

He was a pretty frisking flee

A flee trained in the dark art of lechery 

Some passed out then awoke back to reality 

As their thirst came they forgot their dreams 

The captain said every man for themselves 

Shouted forget the shared dream 

All the faces on board changed 

They tied up the captain to mask 

What a magnificent mutiny 

They all chose sides and gave the boat a little symmetry 

A little symmetry as they glared at each other 

Glared at each other from different angles 

From different angles similar to a isosceles 

But one by one they were gone 

As the shipped rocked overboard they were flung 

The captain was the only living survivor on the open sea 

Nailed to the cross with a mind consumed by lunacy 

Its true what they say about jungle fever 

Some sailors were lost in the head 

Some sailor minds are preoccupied by the other kind 

They will never achieve 

Little did the captain know he would be dead soon 

No albatross in sight 

He knew he was near doom 

It became a hard pill to swallow 

but he knew 

He knew everything in this worlds a conspiracy 

As he lay dead in a sea of blood 

He lay with a smile as he didn't die on the mask hung 

There's no life left on the open seas 

 What graphic imagery

Sweet Home...

Most of the events that have taken place are gonna haunt me

There's no one to comfort me now as I sleep beneath the sheets

There's no one to comfort a nigger as I eat in my seat

I get claustrophobic within here

 I get claustrophobic within here sometimes it’s hard to breathe

It’s hard to breathe meaning my minds never at ease

I threw everything away the day my mind wanted release

I was free once upon a time

My freedom came to a end the day I was greeted by the authorities

The truth is I was only in it for the world’s riches

 The world’s riches appeared to me in the form of jewellery

I have to admit my trigger finger slipped a couple times

In my head as I let loose I heard echoes of the bullets rhyme

My finger slipped on someone’s son, daughter and little niece

I remember like it was yesterday

I told them get down and pray on both knees

As crazy as it was sounds I liked the way they screamed

The last words I heard were

"No Not the little girl please"

I've been incarcerated branded the devils incarnate

All I do every day is blame it on my mental instabilities

Blamed everything on my instabilities as I’m a product of society

Society has made me how I am

Funny thing is everyone wants to pin the blame on me

I was a boy with a dream once

After a while I died on the inside and so did my dream

My dream of becoming something literally became deceased

I was the only person at the funeral

The only person at the funeral no one was there for my eulogy

No one cared as I shared a tear and laid flowers on my dream

Laid flowers on my dream and said

"Rest In Peace"

No one cares about a dream when you’re locked up

I'm just another brother

Just another brother within the system

Once upon a time I had a dream I was an anomaly

Society gave me no choice

It took me a long while but I've finally regained my voice

In my confined solitude it’s taken a long time

but I can truly say I’m sorry

For the family that I have ruined

Those who are left you have my sincerest apologies...

Something I Wrote A Year Ago...

Well where do I begin, well I guess the beginning is best..

To think about life as a social construct is a difficult and challenging factor, but I guess it is what you make it. The main topic of my thoughts right is about the term of independence and how it can be applied to everyday life. The common knowledge of life is that you only live once; there isn’t a repeat or any second chances. If you’re a religious person then there is the promise of an afterlife, but in contrast if you’re not then this is basically it for you I don’t honestly mean to sound anti I’m just being a young realist. In all walks of life a person lives one life, is evidently able to be in control of his or hers destiny. The society that we live in today is led us to believe that we as people should live our life’s on others opinions.  The modern society has shown us to base our very own dress sense, musical taste and other interests on the environment that we as individuals find us in.

This is where my actual argument begins to shape because personally, if my short stay on this earth was shaped by another I have personally not lived life. If I regard my dress sense, the way I act or even what eat to be influenced by another I’m not in control of my own destiny. The values of a person should be able to differ from person to person, another’s person’s views shouldn’t be stigmatised but if I personally don’t agree with something you do, who am I to pass judgement that’s how you choose to live your life and good luck with that. At the end of the day I’m 20 now and I don’t want to be 40 saying that I lived 20 years for another. As a person you shouldn’t feel the need to be dependent on another, but gain confidence and independence to be different and speak about your own personal beliefs...

A Child's Nightmare...

When dreams die sometimes nightmares appear 

They cloud up the sky that once appeared clear 

The clouds allow the rain to pour

 So you cant see a child's tears 

 There always comes a time in our lives 

When we all need to face our fears 

Smile with the monster in front to show were not scared 

Look it deep in the eyes to say were the ones that should be feared 

Escalate our minds past the problem 

Elevate our minds back up to allow the dreams to return 

So we don't preoccupy our minds with the monsters stares

Every child needs a form of guidance

When the dreams become unclear 

A child needs a helping hand 

So what would a child be without a faithful teddy bear?

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

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.