london, my observations part 2

quick slick city
filled with diversity
languages and accents fill this city abundantly
culturally, no other city can touch london city
the place of many faces from many places
invented our own language slanguage
adept ebonics
flows harmonic
england's most charismatic
yep grim tings happen on estates
but i would not change up where i grew up
london, city of schemes and big dreams

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touched

this track has touched me as a dad of a daughter and an uncle of a sixteen year old niece...this means a lot!!

something for black history month

as it's black history month thought i'd drop a poem, this is brilliant piece is written by john agard and is called "half caste"

excuse me
standing on one leg
I’m half-caste.

explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean when Picasso
mix red an green
is a half-caste canvas?
explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean when light an shadow
mix in de sky
is a half-caste weather?
well in dat case
england weather
nearly always half-caste
in fact some o dem cloud
half-caste till dem overcast
so spiteful dem don’t want de sun pass
ah rass?
explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean tchaikovsky
sit down at dah piano
an mix a black key
wid a white key
is a half-caste symphony?

explain yuself
wha yu mean
Ah listening to yu wid de keen
half of mih ear
Ah looking at yu wid de keen
half of mih eye
an when I’m introduced to yu
I’m sure you’ll understand
why I offer yu half-a-hand
an when I sleep at night
I close half-a-eye
consequently when I dream
I dream half-a-dream
an when moon begin to glow
I half-caste human being
cast half-a-shadow
but yu must come back tomorrow
wid de whole of yu eye
an de whole of yu ear
an de whole of yu mind.

an I will tell yu
de other half
of my story.

letter to my children

for you son and daughter no more need be said/written

trust me, i aim to be the best dad i can be
guaranteed to make mistakes on this journey
forgive me
never been a dad before so please bear with me
i'm human, thus perfection eludes me
but in my humanity i'll strive for mastery
never shirk my responsibility
my babies you can rely on me
lean on me
i'll be stronger than an oak tree
love you unconditionally
yep even when you annoy me and say things that disrespect me
i'll be there when you need me
financially or emotionally
i'll provide that security
a solid foundation for you to build on
a secure attachment
you've taught me many things
hope i can teach you two too 
through my actions and words
do as i do and as i say too (at times)
these words are from me to you



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london, my observations

as the title says.

london, city of schemes and broken dreams
got fiends catting for crack
and boys carrying gats
you got beef in these streets then it's just gun clap
i ain't boosting that 
it's just a matter of fact
the home of tec-lashers, chain snatchers and jackers
peeps demonised, priests sodomise
london, the place where estates get scorched
by territorial gun wars
and innocents blood pour
through crossfire of war
unfriendly fire taking lives to the muck and mire
tears come to my eye 
as i think about them that die
crime rates and politricks run high
politicians claim to speak truth 
(but you dun know it's lies)
cos once the vote's theirs 
they turn and spit in your eye
fight real crime get the crack from the manor
estates littered with syringes 
sick youts run frantic
carry matics, it's manic



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mymusic

this is the music i write, cannot be categorised put in a box or explained eloquently and articulately in a well rehearsed sentence. no more talk required read on

i write light music bring sight music life music 
opposite to murder music hip hop music 
abuse the mic music influential controversial conversational music

lose ya mind music big up god to this music tortured soul music 
feel my words music paint a picture mental music 
ENDUB10EN music
verbal interaction mental stimulation release frustration music
black white asian all nation all gender music 
love hate music bring feeling music
hype music battle spit verb in verse music 
wreck the beat a capella no need for a beat music worship music 
therapeutic release the B.S. off my chest music 
street culture music
crossover to mainstream underground music 
don't confuse this music with other emcees music 
THIS MUSIC IS MY MUSIC


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cult experience

these stem from a spiritually abusive time, writing was therapy for me then and it still is

wolves in sheepskin clothing fleecing the congregation
not there to serve but be served its perverse abuse of
young innocents malignant serpents whose words are venomous
dangle ministry in front of eyes as a prize
legalistic cult leaders with snakes features
spiritual abusers false teachers misguided preachers
lost a grip of their rational faculties pharisees
disqualified cos you allowed this b.s. to slip
unfounded doctrinal teachings found in mostly pentecostal circles
unbiblical practices founded on demonic premises
take the church for a welfare program
you force guys to tithe or die
would name names but there's too many to mention
from charismatic denominations where they swindle
kids to parents frustration 
these men be offspring from demons semen 
cos they rape the bride of christ
counting numbers and wong as success

enslaved on spiritual levels
where dreams burst like bubbles
its subtle demonic strategies
that mans brought to me
salvations simplicity stolen
cos i challenge christianity
i have a fragmented fraternity
where will i be 
when i pass from earth to eternity
are the thoughts that haunt me




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catch the metaphor

all i am going to say about this one is "catch the metaphor" 

lock stock and two smoking grey cells

torturous

like pins under nails

holding breaths of creativity

scuff hench enemies

to release the invisible grip on my mental faculties

thoughts are stationary

neutral

thinking's futle i mean futile

sterile lacking vital minerals

can't find the subliminal 

to wax lyrical get hysterical.



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coming of age, back in da day bars

i wrote these bars many years ago in my late teens, i post these as they signify a turning point in my writing. words in the bar started to rhyme and my flow, metaphors and similes became more advanced. i reached a new plateau and this became the staccato style that i have to this day. so peeps enjoy.

styles more iller than chinese water torture

so it's no wonder

that Hip-Hop's 

got my mind in headlocks

forcing me to duss out deadstocks

it's my basic instinct that's making me kill emcees with ice-picks

psykoe down for whatever

despite the weather

i forever blow hot like pepper

casualties of war see 

broken pencils, rusty microphones and torn up paper

when this brer spits scriptures
pin ya like verbal acupuncture
touch in all your pressure points

and bend joints backwards

crumple zones get tested 

insane so my brains arrested

call me a rap insomniac who raps my dreams

so you can picture me on screens

who be

this xenobiotic soldier

emcee murderer

biggie smalls done warned ya

i keep it on the sinister

this hip-hop prime minister

be diminishing the weak

roll the streets like a radic on the beat

ya futures bleak

t.l.c check for me cos they love the way i creep.

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i, the black man

after much inner deliberation, i have decided to make this poem my first post it is a poem i wrote after completing an essay on race and gender specifically the black  male. now i do not assume to speak for ALL black men, however, what i write or wrote may resonate with a few. without any more long talk see below:

i, the black man.

i, the Black Man, represents oppressor and oppressed

at the same time,

unable to hide

not heard or seen (at times)

the ultimate cool

an object of fear

a lone figure on a background of white

men, am I a minority, am I angry?

hell yeah...hell no!

a phenomenon

a shepherd and a sheep

enter dialogue with me and see

what I'm feeling, feel what I’m seeing

being a Black Man is not all that I am.

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