My sister got married
My sister got married to day
Twenty Eleven october the eighth
So be sure to put it in you diary
Write it down, mark this date
Because we have all witnessed here
Love shared, shown and displayed
Hearts and families bound together
Something that no man may brake
By Jesse Johnson
Thursday, 13 October 2011
Friday, 7 October 2011
I live the Circle of Life
I live the Circle of Life
I didn't want to be in their shoes
I was comfortable in mine
I didn't want to preserve the love
I'm not the sort you soak in brine
They always though i had screws loose
But it was never a matter of time
They had done it once before
But it was never consider a crime
Was life really worth all this?
I've learn't to swallow my pride
Finding it hard to see through heavens eyes
Cause I'm human, so the way i decide
And the decisions that I make
Depend on sin, sin provides
I'm human, I'm imperfect
Now theres no need to read inbetween the lines
Stare life in its face
And suss out all the lies
Have to smile once in a while
More often than when I'm high
Jump for joy, grin teeth
More often than I cry
Go to sleep and wake up
And remind myself...I live the Circle of Life
by Jesse Johnson
I didn't want to be in their shoes
I was comfortable in mine
I didn't want to preserve the love
I'm not the sort you soak in brine
They always though i had screws loose
But it was never a matter of time
They had done it once before
But it was never consider a crime
Was life really worth all this?
I've learn't to swallow my pride
Finding it hard to see through heavens eyes
Cause I'm human, so the way i decide
And the decisions that I make
Depend on sin, sin provides
I'm human, I'm imperfect
Now theres no need to read inbetween the lines
Stare life in its face
And suss out all the lies
Have to smile once in a while
More often than when I'm high
Jump for joy, grin teeth
More often than I cry
Go to sleep and wake up
And remind myself...I live the Circle of Life
by Jesse Johnson
Friday, 16 September 2011
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
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, 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
by
Thursday, 11 August 2011
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
(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
Thursday, 23 June 2011
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
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