I battle my identity,
As people try to label me,
My mum tries to show me the right path,
But is this really destiny?
9-5,
Zero hours,
Holiday and sick pay impossible to claim,
Expected to work for 20 hours a day,
Minimum wage,

This society makes me insane,
On the weekends I can I run away to raves,
Take what ever I can to create waves,
Not like the sea, like to much Dizzle,
Party all night society says that's crazy,

But whats crazy is the war on drugs,
Some users just victims,
Can't get enough.
Instead of giving criminal records,
Affirming our behaviour,
Turning us riot, ruckus,
snapping wires,
How about a little support?
After all how bad must life be,
That children as young as 13 turn to drugs to escape?

It's medical,
Some say medicinal,
But when your mums crying,
Her heart dying,
Because her baby boys been lying?
No one wants police at the door,
But it was gunna be the last night you swore.
A new batch, strong stuff, you didn't believe
And now your six foot under
Rotting, deceased.

But maybe this could change?
If the right support was in place,
For all those getting spaced,
People will always seek a fix,
So why not monitor, control and safe proof it.

Just because I believe in religion
Does not mean it is sacred

Just because I believe in God
Does not make me holy

Just because I speak
Does not mean I am right

Just because I am silent
Does not mean I agree

Just because I criticise
Does not mean I hate

Just because you are angry
Does not mean I fear

Just because I think
Does not mean I am free

Just because you pray
Does not mean you are blessed

Just because you ****
Does not mean I will hide

Just because you threaten
Does not mean I will surrender

Just because there is religion
Does not mean we are happy

Just because there is God
Does not mean we live in peace

Hate is ruled by fear
Fear is governed by ignorance
Ignorance can lead to dogma
And Dogma has lead to death

Freedom from Fear
Je suis Charlie

Let me draw you a picture.
One that tells the truth.
I won't try to make it beautiful.
I'll just make it so it's true.

You see there is a world today,
I guess with not much use.
We have plenty opportunities.
We have time without the effort.

We have some wealthy countries.
Yeah, that sounds really good.
You go on and see others with middle income.
Well that's not too bad!
Wait a Minute though.
You go on to realise ones without enough.

Not all countries have enough money.
Not all countries have enough food.
Not all have clean water.
Not all have reliable health care.
Not all have our other priorities.

Now get your head together.
It isn't that hard to see,
What is going wrong here.
The solution sounds easy.

There's many developed countries.
This is very good.
But why are some struggling,
While other ones are thriving?
Surely it should be equal.
If there's enough money in the world,
Why not just spread it round.
If everyone could just think,
Then the solution could be found.
I don't mean just found.
I'm sure people already know.
What we really need to do,
Is to imply it.
Then we can grow.

Can you see this picture clearer?
I've drawn it now,
It's done.
What comes into your mind?
A mess?
Black scribbles everywhere.
From here the world seems great.
I am thankful for that.
But why should other places not be?

Our parents, our families.
They teach us how to share.
Not only that,
But they teach us how to care.
Where did this go wrong then?
Stand with your eyes open.
Don't be tricked to only see the good bits.
You can also see the parts that are broken.

Why don't we get together.
Show the world what we're made of.
Show others that we all have a heart.
That's what is broken can be mended.
If we were to work together.
Not just as countries,
But as people of the earth.
We could all live in comforts.
A home to live and breathe in.
We wouldn't be alone,
Because everyone could have someone.
Now do you see?
This is the real picture of out Earth.

They make their cases day by day
In genetic flesh, they hide within the souls of some
They know their days will soon be done
In rancid places within their hearts of hate
they stalk their prey of ignorance dumb
When you lay your wit to sleep,
you open doors whereas they creep
Cold hearted to the will of man,
of wars and lies of blackness be
of death, of cries for stolen liberty
They stalk to propagandize
through greedy men in sweet disguise
to control and bend you to their will
Knowledge is our only hope
to them knowledge it is their hanging rope


A revision

Streams, streams
Of silly string and statements

Spoilt from the start
not a coin earned from heart

And the audacity to defend
a blood-tattered, soul-shattered legacy
an interest that serves itself to the bitter end
and a hope for mankind that dies down, yet again

A robotic, a horrific, working nightmare
Waste and filth and marketing ploys
pass the infra-red, marked with fear and joy

Happiness in the empty heart
that’s fulfilled by plastic, and
Horror in the open heart
that’s sealed with servitude

All they want is a nation made for labour
a nation of thinkers would exchange their favour

If injustice is a cause worth risking a life for
then risk the lives of the lawyers and the lords

For their existence is sitting on the thin ice of their money
funded and incentivised, they **** up bribes like honey

Streams and streams of meaningless numbers
guide our timeline like through a rolling thunder

The vibrations from the cities have formed pyramids to the sky
Dragging us up by the scruff of our necks, to comply or to die

We see so much inequality in our world
And its only been enhanced
And put under a microscope.
Because while the people are suffering,
The bankers,
The CEO's
The politicians,
And the capitals;
They're all getting richer.
I don't believe in bailouts for
Corporate CEO's,
For stock market traders,
Or for banks.
What I do believe in is bailouts for
The poor,
For the students
For the workers.
I most certainly do
Believe in justice.

When I was a kid
I wanted to do what my father did
I followed him around to see what he saw
And man, I'd seen it all
He took me to where the fights were fought
Over who had shade and who did not
"Those filthy tree sitters!" He'd say
"One day they will pay!"
So my dad and his men went on a scary parade
And the tree people were very afraid
And were told "in case we fight you, we'll give you grenades!"
Back to town my people went
And to the citizens stories of grenade tree people were sent
In the streets they screamed "War! We must be protected!"
For now the tree people were rejected
Back we were to the place where the fights were fought
Guess who has shade, and who does not?