Slave mentality

Slave mentality

Yes I am proud to be
Black, but my skin does not define me
I got mind and heart, age let wisdom find me
Let me stay distant from history’s broken bonds
My ancestors were, but me no longer
I am who I am, I do not belong
In the ownership of a slave master
Kept oppressed by whips, chains and shackles
In this day and age I'm strong and stronger
In this day and age...I'm free, freedom
But my government says otherwise
Classing me as an ethnic minority
Only giving a helping hand to push me into poverty
Leaving me stifled, corrupted feeding my broken dreams
Filling my lungs with imported weed
Laced with strings of heroin
Keeping me in chains and shackles
With nothing to do and nowhere to go
Until violence breaks out and we tear each other down
Nigger this and nigger that
Stab him, shoot him, rob him, beat him.
Its all an endless cycle
So I watch no longer
Leave the weak mentality to the weak
Leave the roads to those who don't want to break the spell
Leave me away from this life’s political greed
Leave me out of the SLAVE Mentality

by Jesse Johnson

Stop think

STOP THINK

Okay, I messed up
Now I got to stop think and fix up
I'm somebody, so are you so chin up
I can feel with stretched open hands
So take mine, keep in touch

Stop, think and find yourself
I don't want to be mesmerized by the world
I don't want to be love smitten by some girl
I want to be pure like the whitest pearl

Stop, think and feel it
Repeat your words again and mean it
Imagery in my words, can you see it?
You are somebody, believe it

Stop, think and see what I see
A world corrupt by violence and greed
All people say these days is me me me
But we need to let go and feel free

Stop, think, smell what I smell
The after shave on a sweet boy
The whiff of perfume on a fit girl
And of luxury foods, so eat well

Stop, think, taste what I taste
Something putrid, my mouths profanity is waste
Replaced with an aroma, soothing like earl grey
Creating a mixed aura, like a woman's birth pains

Stop, think, hear what I hear
My conscience telling me I care
My mind screaming out, it cry’s fear
And the silent motion of my eyes tears

Stop, think...

by Jesse Johnson

Nausea

Nausea

I had an unsettled stomach

A feeling of sickness, queasy

Like I wanted to puke

Was it you?

I felt smothered

Greased up, buttered

Corset tight
Broken ribs, gut termite

I heard a churning
Felt the fire, embers
Chemicals reacting
Something old and new

It was something crazy
Greatly amazing, nauseating
Adrenaline rush
So I rushed to where I brush

Looked in the mirror...
And I saw you

In the background

Nausea

by Jesse Johnson

Melancholy

Melancholy

I've always got my head down
I've got a hunch on my back the size of mount Everest
During the night I never rest
During the day I'm restless
Someone decapitate me, because I feel headless
I'm going mental, where are the meds kept?
I'm talking, but there's nobody else on the other side of my headset
Do I seem right?
Don't say no, because these are just emotions
They bleed out of my pen as words, so I seem psychotic
But I am the sanest psychopath you've met
Or that you've heard
It's just me, and the few things that stand out...
Besides my stereotype...
Young black naive and criminal
But I'm me, crying out with words collaborated in syllables
Phrases and sentences, some subliminal
Me so unattached to life
Singular me. Melancholy

by Jesse Johnson

Our Country

Our Country

In our country
The rich get richer, and the poor get poorer
If it wasn't for the poor, the rich wouldn't be
See, so, the rich need to keep the poor poor
So they play with the economy
I think the credit crunch is a sham and redundancy
You watch the news, believe what you want to believe
But most of it's a lie, that's the tendency
Government's behind it all, there's no conspiracy
They put the drugs in the streets, to give the needy a craving
They let it in the country, to keep the fiends slaving
So there's people sniffing it, when they're raving
Business men’s pick me up, while they're shaving
Youths peddling the packs, because it's easy money
Then comes power and respect, then road stops being funny
Cause the gun and knife crime starts, then our streets get bloody
Live or die, government still get there money
So at the end of the day, they're as sweet as honey
As for me, it's a different story

Living in a council estate, under a next mans feet
No real father figure since two or three
Yeah, you could say my father is dead beat
He's doing his own thing, with his new family
Oh well, I can't say I miss him
I got my mother and older sister
They got me, they're looking after me
See, so, this is what our worlds reduce too
Drugs, guns and poverty
Living on top of each other, in single parent families
You can sit back! And say I'm naive
But I wouldn't careless, this is freedom of speech!
Our world, my world
Us, you, me.

by Jesse Johnson

17

17

17 years old and I'm not getting a day younger
I'm a ghost child living in a ghost town
Thats why I'm living so low down
I'm in a system where we face terror and trauma

17 and my lifes still a jigsaw puzzle
With missing pieces
Secrets and conspiracy hidden in folds and creases
I'm trying to bark at life but I'm stuck in a muzzle

17 and I'm long pass legal age
No wisdom with it
15 was the age, making me an impatient statistic
Look hard, you can see life in my eyes and changed face

17 and lifes peak
It was a pivotal point in my life that changed me
My skin got better aquainted with cold steel see
Wrong place wrong time, bad week

17, oh so sweet
I'm glad life made a turn in my final days of 16
Left D.G with some of the best set a GCSEs
When I could have been a box with my future, bleak

17...17

by Jesse Johnson

You Know

You know

You know your still alive when you can feel pain
Even though the walls are closing in, feel strain
All of the pressure and the pounds, feel change
Eyes bursti ng out your head, don't you feel strange

You know your still alive when you hear sounds
Stay away from the light, no white clouds
Cause your not done with this hell, life goes rounds
Time seems to speedup never slows down

You know your still alive when you smell fresh air
Filling your lungs with hope, no despair
Every molecule of oxygen, helps to repair
We poison our air everyday, don't we care

You know your still alive when you taste blood
Your not facing dirt yet, taste mud
You have to hold your head high, aim up
Enjoy your rise to the top, before death claims us

You know your still alive when you keep your senses
Live long, grey hairs, wrinkley skin, needing dentures
Listen closely to life and you can live the lecture
Have your name up with the clouds, and be the spectrum

by Jesse Johnson

Where am I?

Where am I? (Lost)

I was sitting here rubbing my temple
Contemplating what things would be like without me
The feelings of all those I would have left behind
This is me thinking from a reformed mind
And dead one, remade scarred and half blind
Blind to the facts of the figurative
Living in the literal
Wondering where I would be without my physical
I've had to a draw a close line
Between, whats here and now and my minds eye
So find me, because I'm constantly asking...
Where am I?

by Jesse Johnson

Time

Time

Time has moved on
Good was I, but now I do wrong
Wicked world, good is soon gone
But there are parts in me that still hold on

Time has got control of the systems
My body, brain, my words and my rhythm
Timely acts ending with -isms
It seems to control our condition

Time doesn't change
It ticks on, but it don't age
It's been through happy sad, sun and rain
On going through life, death and it's pain

Time is a force to reckon with
It's a trap, which we have seconds in
It will make you do things you've never did
There's so little, but still yet we give

Time, 80 years what many live
Just enough to work learn, and then have some kids
After marriage, get a pension life’s tips
Live for long, get a smile from life’s lips

by Jesse Johnson

Pain

Pain

My heads in a million places
My eyes not a moment of rest
My brains in a sudden scramble
Theres excruciating pains in my chest

My mind has unfinished business
My head ready to explode
My life itself is a burden
So simply made to unfold

I have become this person
Broken minded and disheartened
I cry and bleed on the inside
While on the outside I might be laughing

by Jesse Johnson

Memories

Memories

Memories of your lips, memories of your thighs
Memories of you and your unique size
Memories of your love and your unique smile
Memories of your words and your unique mind
Memories lost and memories find
Memories forward, memories rewind
Memories forgotten, memories remind

by Jesse Johnson

Sin and spontaneity

Sin and spontaneity

Spontaneity is key

That’s why I go with the wind and the weather

Mind clear as the blue sky

No weight im a feathered

So everyday is a blank page

Unpredicted and unwritten

The right to write your own

Right wrongs and be forgiven

Sins part of every soul

Knowing the right and the wrong

All in and out of order

Notice life is never fitting for long

So I’m gone

Off finding my own way

Reminiscing about the past

All of the heartache on the cold days

Trying to continue

Forgetting old ways and developing new

Working out all the cracks

And creating the clues

The hints into my mind

All of the blues and the murder

Only if you could break in

To my mind, mind burglar

Then you would see what this sinful world has created

Look at me now, the difference, I have made it

By Jesse Johnson

Kryptonite

Kryptonite

It was friday when I said I had heartache
Cause there's no s on my chest when it comes to love
Bare hand when I grip, so I can't lose this tug
Pull these words out of my mouth, instead acting all smitten and shy like it was tough
I would be alright, but the emotions on my mind
Had me looking in the night, for that one sign
Just to tell me that it was a bluff
But you cease to amaze me, and I can't get enough
That's why I'm losing sleep, waking up still pondering and looking ruff

There was this firm certainty when you touched my nape
Had my thoughts going wild, my poetry let's my thoughts escape
So you can hear them pressed out, getting to your brain
Like the white and the red, but there's no bunch of grapes
There's no despot of love in us, so this love we cannot hate
You help me brandish the blue red and the gold, with my super cape
S on my chest I'm super man, but you over stand any louis lane
You're my kryptonite, I don't mind being weak, being drained
Cause you take me to the pleasure max, you body heals my brain
Feeds my mind, my soul it helps maintain
The past grows green with envy, when I say your name
You make me a man of steel, heart of the lion, I am brave
Knight in shining armour, gentlemen, on my heart your names engraved

By Jesse Johnson

All About You

All About You

Its all about the life, not about the lust
And its not about the lies, its all about the trust
All the emotions in my soul, I can feel it in my blood
Your my one and only drug, and I cannot get enough
And I ain't getting head over heels, so you cannot say I'm sprung
Cause its only early days, getting enticed by love
When I could have been at peace, floating with the doves
But death got delayed, so we can meet and feel each touch
So we can, meet and kiss and hug
To train our minds to think together
And our hearts to beat as one
To be the lightning and the thunder,
They hear us echoing like drums
And I know I play with words, but this is far from a pun
When I say you're the essence of life
I dream of you bearing my son
Cause you're smart but sensuous,
You're the air for my lungs
You're the crown upon the queens head
But you're worth more than any gem
Worth more than any star in the sky
All for you I'll capture them
And bring them all before you
So that they can bow their heads
Show you some honour, and give respect

By Jesse Johnson

Metamorphosis‏

Metamorphosis

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It all started off with sliding doors
In and out of the rooms
Open opportunities taken, slide in whores
Cause we used to ride every wave and trend
And simply move on to the next one
So simple, when we got bored
It was never about wasting time in the young days
Even though that's what we regularly did
That was regularly done, and now its done
Finished diminished over
Thrown into the past
Now I can move forward
Cause I've eaten experience
Thought liberal labour and conservative
Read couple chapters of my bible
Heard dawah
And now you can say most truly that I am enlightened
Touched by words and wisdom
You can say that I've heard but its even harder to say that I've listened
Compared to what I prefer
A book with knowledge my mind eats
But still yet sometimes its absurd
Cause the affect of these positive angled words, angled germs
Have been so simply reversed with that toxic steel, you could call it mind bleach
And now only her and poetry can boggle my mind so deeply
Cause I've been under these covers
Its about time that I break free
And spread my wings and fly
I'm part of the big wide world
Where I've realised, that knowledge is power
And that power is a beautiful safety

By Jesse Johnson

Life and Death

Life and Death

I could feel it
Every pump every squeeze
It was all deep seeded
While I was in this deaden mind state
Eyes close, praying and hoping 
That each push and tug would lead me in the right direction
Cause I was at a place where hopes and dreams couldn't even be conceived
And where no tear ran down my cheek
But it rolled down hers and his
As they saw them lying there
Me covered in sin, life and blood 
 
By Jesse Johnson

Hells Hope

Hells Hope

Those thoughts ran through my mind again
Someone stole them from my minds volt
It changed the beat of my heart 
And made me feel like I'm walking on a tight rope
 
And the sky's the limit they would tell me
But that's all lies, cause even my eyes know
Cause just as hard as it is to get up
You come down quicker than a slide phone 
 
And men touch space time ago
They touched the moon but the stars is just a distant hope
And the heavens are an excuse to live good
So onto religion people grope
 
And through it many have slit throats
Lost minds where heads role
Trapped in the mid drift of mind pollution
Puppets on strings, lost souls
 
So that just leaves me to life
Where we find, all the loop holes and the strife
Where the anarchy is rife
As we come closer to the end of the times
 
By Jesse Johnson