Happy birthday
This is me finding another way to say it
New day new dawn, to another year of the game
Life, so roll the dice, make your move play it
Know yourself well, before the world knows your name
You can stay the same, or you can decide to change
Switch positions to your advantage, so you can elevate
Maintain an aim so life can be rearranged
You can be the last man standing check mate
Don't worry about the age, watch dates
You can watch the sun rise and fall, you shine in many ways
Destiny's is not written, so why believe in fate
Your lifeline, smile happy birthday
By Jesse Johnson
Sunday, 19 December 2010
Friday, 26 November 2010
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
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
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
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...
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 tightBroken 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
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
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.
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
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
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