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Monsieur

I wanted to be a b-boy
But I could only be a boy for I was not man
I felt like a decoy deployed to understand
Blue prints fed into the sand
Waving currency that I don’t understand
Codes with no remorse
Looking for the day when the knight would arrive on her bright horse
I couldn’t ride of course
Because I was not a man

I fought lectures and plagiarised
But it was a stage play for eyes with no heart
Every line I’d start was part of new mission
Diving into coal pits to go fishing
Deafening myself with pride till I heard I didn’t listen
Distraction was my greatest attraction
Tried to compete for completion but I was a fraction
Completion multiplies it never adds on
I was not yet one
I couldn’t equal man

Thought I was Mr Man
But I was peter pan hitting the ceiling like fat in a pan
Legitimate flash like Cybershot
But diva shocked when asked carry the can
All I wanted was to spray walls and design minds
But the design on mine would wash off
I would live in mines
Step on mines
Explode and inspire like the stories of a 9/11 fire man
But I was not a man

I was just a fan and idle worshipper
But streams of consciousness were the turning point
Cooling myself in the heat of laziness were not for me to live for
So I died in the cold light of disdain
And resurrected with purpose in my late age
A re-birth in the stars that refresh the earth with cool rain
See I never want to die again
So I’ll grip life like hands on Harley’s handle bars
Be as strong as brick and creative like grains of sand are
Never riding luck or fighting hard without a plan
There’ll be snakes in the grass but I’ll know where to stand
As I Start To be A Man

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Blood Will Reign

Their blood will reign yet kings abandon their thrones
Leaving bemused queens raising princes alone
Takes more than bricks and mortar to be making a home
Yet they lay the foundations then to new projects they’ve flown
Declaring the season wasn’t right despite the seeds they’ve sown
Finding reasons to treat the field like a weed that’s grown
Their blood will reign yet kings abandon their thrones

Sitting pretty getting fed while queens cry alone
Declarations of kingship drown out weary groans
The kingdom is the queens for she builds alone
Who’s the king where’s the king the prince wants to know
Looking him in the eye as he sits on the throne
Where’ve you been what’ve you seen of my growth
Don’t you love me or really didn’t you want to know
Your blood will reign when you’ve been overthrown

Love can and will reign yet blood run will cold
For a king who ignored their heir till they were 20 years old
How can a king be a king when the queen ruled the throne?
He wasn’t even the power behind it he wasn’t a king at all
But to the queens who get big and want their kings dethroned
Check yourself to make sure your truly giving your all
To my kings who simply think that rulings a ball
Stop playing the game or your house will fall
A single mothers cry isn’t nice no, no
Fathers your blood will reign so take control of your throne

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