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Teenage Dream (4RW)

We were apples in fields of Perry,

Our exercise books were the gallery and shade where we ripened.

Your gallant smile garnished my appetite as my heart galloped.

At a chance glance you stirred the meat and the juices, I couldn’t decide between hunger and thirst.

I would have licked your lips for starters, chewed on your garter.

Every note was a recipe and I wanted you to cook my parsnip

Yet I was just fishing and you were already parsley.

Like onion and garlic English and Geography brought us together

 

Fondling the fringe of our fantasies in front of our future was a natural hazard.

Playing with the shape of you was the intention but, maybe I killed us thinking out loud.

Forethought and hindsight were toll roads asking us if we had enough change.

How deep were our pockets? Was I ready for yours in mine?

What’s a perfect 10 when you’re in year 9?

We never….so I guess I’ll never…..never mind

It was real at the time.

 

Maybe you were the first brick in a very long road

Maybe we would have found the lost city of gold

Now you’re living on the other side of a rainbow.

My flag is nowhere to be seen.

You’re the pear in a Perry field because I didn’t have the bottle.

I’m not a whine seller, simply a painter of paths.

Our moments on Fleet Street… thanks.

 

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Who got tha Props

My umi says Shine your light on the world……
They made us hate our self and love their wealth
Shine your light for the world to see…….
Dear Madam Noire I want to be a world star
Hip Hop Hip Hop
We made us hate ourselves
Now we’re in rude health
It hits hard, hits hard
Divide by stealth
Now we gotta freeze hell
Big drop, Pit Stop,

I said
Do you know who hates black people?
Black people
In spite of a rich history we broadcast our misery
Our position be flippancy
If nobody knows the program why should folk love our frequency?
Instead of calling each other hoes and pimps why don’t folk play the game secretly
It’s Maybach Music
Never the corporation
So many crabs on the sure are we a cancer nation?
A plantation, with foundation
O#, so sick of sick with it I think I need some sanitation
Seems hate is our salvation
Why do we baptise in lies if we’re only saving face
I lift my hands in Oprah Praise
To Truth

Afro trendsetters only ever strived to be better
Yet we pray for equality like Eskimos for hot weather
Chicken don’t love eggs fried,
So hot under the collar it’s like your friend with your ex I
Speak life to race questions if we’re going to be winning
So many us and them mindsets we’re scratching records not spinning
Gunning, running and grinning, romancing and sprinting
Lancing the sinning when its really challenging perception
One true definition of blackness? Now that’d be immaculate inception

So mixed up we’re a mixed race with time to hate on the mixed face
Cooking souls like jerk chicken unless their hot on a mix tape,
Barack Obama, black father, white mama, married black so why bother
If he’d married Monica Lewinsky would he still be so honoured?
Why are we still so bothered it’s time I shot the songbird
Your weave comes from east Asia so you ain’t a boss you’re a product
A mollusc talking bollocks who strains for a look
Ain’t nothing worse than a half baked crook

So beat up by blackness I’m a maybe seal
If I love Garvey’s and Heidi Klums does that make me less real
Exercising demons for Jesus to take the wheel
Lets to talk about sex baby
Or I wont know how to feel because lately
All I hear is, it’s ok to like white people
As longs it’s the right people
Yet the way of these Chinese whispers I wonder if it’s ok to like people?
See lately…..I wonder could you be the one’s to save me
And after all ….
I promise to take the knives out my back when I learn to eat with your forked
Tongue
Can’t we all get along?
Respect one another?
I’m so enlightened I’m like Beyonce
Next album cover

I should of spat into a rubber cos you’d have heard me right?
Prefer to read me wrong
Someone could take me out tonight
Yet see for every open mike a brother’s lost his life
To a brother who got too hyped
Now his baby mother be turning dike
Wonder are the kids alright
Is the flash of a gun to be their only light
My fish for answers yields only tripe and I, I, I
Just can’t stomach it
I hate this function room
A bulb can grow or shine it ain’t just gotta be screwed
Just feed it the right food
Create the right environment
Administer a bit of discipline
Those rough edges will need less ironing

Being us it’s an in-fighting thing
Yet one we share with society is that
It’s scary that parent’s don’t even want to be parents
Rather children make an appearance in county court has new talent
We fed fire, get blackened, our George just lost to the dragon
I crack my egg in your basket stir in the mind of a mad man
Call on the piper of Hamlyn to fight the piper of gangland
Imagine taking some action, eschewing predator fashion
Beating kids at home so teachers don’t have to
It’s time to embrace humanity
Not everything need be coloured black true?
Seems all learn to smile so sweetly while privately hating you.
So being true to myself sometimes feels like pay per view
Tell me who got tha props.

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To my friend

To that friend

That friend that calls themselves your friend or my friend

That friend who says they’re there for you to the end

Want to know all of your friends and has that hand to lend

That real talk believer, wont take your attitude but give you all of theirs yet they’re no diva

That friend who believes time and respect is the great healer

That friend who wants to quarterback your life and make you nothing more than an advice receiver

Yeah I’m talking about that friend

That friend who your bosom they’ll cleave to when they find they’re in the middle of a pickle and life replaces lemons with limes

That friend who claims to love your lines and finds a way to occupy your time and run up your phone bill because life, it just aint fine

Or that friend who loves to run their gums about their bonus dollars and dimes, their funny times and

stuff you really don’t mind but, step out of the norm like you left the divine for a penny sweet and a spit polish shoe shine

Those real talkers went AWOL when my relationship didn’t fit their design

I’ll be honest I don’t know about your friends but I know about mine

They disappeared offline.

Agreed to attend a celebration of my birthday then suddenly declined

Didn’t show with no apparent reasoning behind

Don’t want to tell me their business but want to know about mine

Asking about me but never approaching in a straight line,

I recall several times when there was a mutual connection as well as them and I online they but they couldn’t say hi

That same friend later telling me about don’t come to me crying saying I’ve got no friends and their soul is cleansed because they tried to be mine

Really?

When they used me as the safe guy before getting engaged to someone with the same name and I had to find out through the grapevine

Why

I’m talking about that friend

Those so-called friends, good folk who you know have potential to climb

The ones on your level to sharpen your mind, sharpen your iron

Who quickly got hot and left you steaming like cheapened iron

Yeah those friends

See this is to that friend that old school friend who went to the same school back in the old fool days

When you in your young old fool ways would crack jokes in youthful bliss

Say I didn’t do it miss then Valentines day say I fancy you Miss so and so

Oh how I reminisce about those days with my old school friend

One said he’d thought about me a lot in the 15 years since that time came to an end

Hearing his story how he’d been in and out of prison

Got two kids and he’s struggling to hold down jobs but he knows he has to hustle for nothing is a given

I say my struggles been different,

We chose to live through vicarious vision but let us resume our friendship my friend

This time let’s take it to the end,

Time would see that bridge lose its bend and become flat but then

My resumed friend decided to use a Facebook page, see even though thy could call my mobile they though it would be all the rage to

Publicly disintegrate my respect because they chose to demonstrate

Why it would be a bad idea to reintegrate them fully into my life as a true friend

Cursing out folk I knew claiming it was a joke and sending them and I abusive messages even though I told them to step off as I knew where it would end

They didn’t heed the warning so I told them to man up …Friend

And even though I thought they’re perfect for their love who I had a crush on in primary school I heard from her about how jailbird started acting the fool,

As she’s my friend I believe he ought to treat her right and all

Yet I still hope for progression rather than regression, finally learn their lesson

And though her heart will wretch and bend I hope she can be his true friend even if our connection must end

See to move on from your past sometimes you got to put it on blast and let it propel you into your future care-free

See my parents always told me to choose my friends carefully

I like to think that my friends will draw close to me if I walk prayerfully

So many children masquerade as adults and breathe so much air for me that I wonder if there’s a pin in the sky waiting to pop their balloon of fakery

I’m not saying I’m the perfect connect I’ve eaten humble pie but I don’t live near the bakery

I’m just saying that so-called no man is an island thing aint floating because this man could be an island My island is being built and its taking its time

Yet  I don’t want to live there in thought, deed or in rhyme

See I’m steadily learning from all your mistakes and all of mine

What it takes, to be, a true friend

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