19
I'm 19 today
And it still hasn't sunk in
Drunken words this may be, but I am one King
Been feelling kind of down, scary face Pumpkin
All it takes is a knife and a Steak, and I'm lunching
I denied the grave once, no fronting
the only sueprman is in my boxers, no stunting
I'd rather be in my ralph and a snap back, looking stunning
2 years 1 moth 4 days, and I still got prospects coming
So if grim tries to take ma again, I'll send him running
Had my hood days on the block, bunning
Soldiered life even though i ain't fought for the Queen, gunning
So it's me on the mountain, I've crushed the mole hills
And evey day I wake up, feeling alive feels more real
by Jesse Johnson
Friday, 16 September 2011
Friday, 9 September 2011
Remember
Remember
People leave all the time they say
It’s just another day
And we always seem to think
Can it be another way?
But although you’re gone
You’ll always be in my memory
Distances isn’t a feat to defeat me
So remember that you’ll always be a friend
Phone calls on rainy days
Email or message me
Life is a journey, we can come and go endlessly
Just remember those who left
And remember what they meant us, to you
And what they meant to me
By Jesse Johnson
Encroach
Encroach
There was nothing that i could do about it
It hurts me to think of her wishing it would stop
Why would someone wanna do that for?
So fowl and fiendish, diabolical and raw
It is poor, rat tat on your door
It would either be the feds or grim with his sickle
The way i see it, its revenge
It'll either be me or you sitting in the pen
And remember this. What happens on the late night
Will get repaid in the broad day bare face
No love no fore play
Have something pointing at your head, like this is a Saw game
But this is serious, you must have been delusional
You mother should be ashamed of you
Wish i find you kill you twice over and shit on your grave
Treat women like women, not how they treated the slaves
byJesse Johnson
There was nothing that i could do about it
It hurts me to think of her wishing it would stop
Why would someone wanna do that for?
So fowl and fiendish, diabolical and raw
It is poor, rat tat on your door
It would either be the feds or grim with his sickle
The way i see it, its revenge
It'll either be me or you sitting in the pen
And remember this. What happens on the late night
Will get repaid in the broad day bare face
No love no fore play
Have something pointing at your head, like this is a Saw game
But this is serious, you must have been delusional
You mother should be ashamed of you
Wish i find you kill you twice over and shit on your grave
Treat women like women, not how they treated the slaves
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