19

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

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

by Jesse Johnson

Repent

Repent

(Repent definition, to feel sorry, self-reproachful, or contrite for past conduct ; regret or be conscience-stricken about a past action, attitude, etc.)

I like to get away from the world that we're living in
I see kids killing kids, and me killing kin
And when the end comes, you can't repent your sins
You though your wrong was right, you thought you'd win

But you deceived yourself from the first minute
Acted harsh and abrasive, up until the finish
Black eyes red knives, anger diminished
Murder was the case, but yourself your killing

Violation of innoscence, and your own rights
You only haunt yourself, when you sleep at night
You did the dirt, you took the life
We all know its a facede of pride
Your conscience is the tool, that will make you see the light...

Escape
Repent
Receive life
Live! Not survive

By Jesse Johnson

This is why it hurts

This is why it hurts

See my mind it suffers in silent’s
Suffers from the in directs and the hypement
Hyper mentality of my rightly guarded insanity
So it gets you mad and only comes out when I'm angry b

Cause all the emotion is locked up in a cabernet
Looks are deceiving cause its more like a safe
And every time you get the code wrong
I add another digit and build up your hate

I can see the hope disappear from your face
And you patients turns into impatience
Cause you can no longer wait
Me and you are no longer on the straight

Ups and downs and twists and turns
Lights this house on fire, and lets it burn
Nothings going to change, when anger churns
When are we going to grow up, when will we learn

I can't open up
That’s why the burdens burden all, and it hurts

by Jesse Johnson

Looking

Looking

Looking for words of wisdom
All on a layer of skin
Searching through the depths of my tissue
For the cells that could barely win
All of my imperfection
From all of these molecules comes sin
Trying to figure out the friends and foes it's like I see through tints
So I've got these blurry eyes
My blood vessels filled with the greenest stink
The trees came and freed my mind
Meditation, it's time for me to think
So I'm here looking and searching
Seeing past black white cream yellow grey and pink
I don't judge books by there covers
Cause that just shows that my mind os thin
So I'm patiently waiting
For the day where I can remove my mind from this brink
So I won't be done with my soul searching
My main focus is me that's why I'm looking in

By Jesse Johnson

Dead Comer Alive

Dead Comer Alive

The way you act is like you put me in the cold earth
No life in your eyes, what's your soul worth? 
Yes I'm jealous of yours, mine had no birth
Sometimes you make me wonder why the earth turns
Why my heart still beats? And why my gut churns?
Why you got me feeling wicked? What purpose do your cuts serve?
Love for you long gone, dead ends and no swerves
For change in my heart, I'm dead to you, no nerves

The silence from your tongue, doesn't match your eyes
I can tell you're thinking, and there's to much pride
It's like you put me in limbo, cause the loving died
No kissing, hugging and touching, that's why I'm not inside
But I'm shut out of your cold world, to much to hide?
If only it was that, I can't see you slide
If only you knew and you could read my mind
Then I wouldn't be in this comer of love, you'd be by my side

Moreover, they say that shit happens for a reason
I've always been in bloom, cause I'm not about the season
That's why I stand tall like a tree, life in my stem is what I'm feeling
And I bare fruit, for my poetry to be peeling
Cause my past is out the window, and my hope through the ceiling
And I pray for the thought of me in front of you kneeling 
That's why I'm here, sitting here revealing
To you they made me dead or deaden, and you're my only sense of healing

By Jesse Johnson