I was born and raised in the ghetto
Talk with me and you'll know
I was satisfied with living mindlessly
I started looking around for any scam going
But listen to my story,  

I know the Babylon gangsters
Who said they got some friends back West in Bow
Said, "Why don't you work for us
we'll help bring you west
Well you will be a mandem at least"
and we'll throw some peanuts your way

We'll bring you west make you proper mandem
But you must spout our ******* as we tell you
since you have so much time
and nothing better to do
Just do as told
but the joke was on me
They had me just making a fool of myself
left me flat to see

Staying in the Island
( begging to come West)
Yes I know, I'll scam some easy money
and make out alright
Staying in the Island
( begging to come West)
Where I can be proper mandem
and can make some bread
Stuck in the Island
( begging to come West)
Think I'll do alright

Struggling for recognition, identity and easy dollars
I got a lot of problems, they told me not to fret
Said, "We will stand by you if you do as told
and If the going gets rough"
you know how to harrass, intimidate, bully lie and stalk

But when I started as their errand boy
They just said just continue bluffing
you're a scammer and gangmember
we will help you get to the West in yer dreams

Stuck in the Island
( begging to come West)
Yes I know, I'll scam some easy money
and make out alright
Stuck in the Island
( begging to come West)
Where my music's can make some bread
Stuck in the Island
( begging to come West)
Think I'll do alright

'Bout years has come and gone
And left me standing here
yelling my head off till no hair left
preaching scams and serving western gangsters
Thinking how it could have been
'Cause still I ain't nowhere

They surely taking me for a ride
Trample on my pride and stupify me
But I'll hold my head up high
and do all to flog my poor quality merch
the scam sideline to etch out some dollars
Man, I gotta lot of tears to cry

Stuck in the Island
( begging to come West)
Yes I know, I'll scam some easy money
and make out alright
Staying in the Island
( begging to come West)
Where the gangs are racking it in
Stuck in the Island
( begging to come West)
Think I'll do alright

broke the egg
to whisk the yoke
only to see the yokes
are round their feeble necks
in the egg laid a gem like no other
more luminous than the rarest pearl
a star diamond with myriad faces of glitters
too precious for necks with yokes of common strife's
for tis' wise to cook for dinner the goose that lays golden eggs
for what is gold to the weighted yokes that's family heirloom for them

I can conjure up
over twenty ecstatic faces
still can feel electrifying vibes
the heat of the moments in staccatos
no two halleluiahs choruses are images alike
but the powered ascent to the top is well mapped
and the walking staff is thick sturdy smooth and strong
I have assailed more summits than twenty years of Sundays
my companions have heaped praises galore and pledged devotions
in respite I revisits knowing they are very few as such and I'm lucky
to be the wondrous one that provokes such bitter envy in lesser sapiens
put together with knowledge truth and wisdom how can I be unelated
in my deep deep well providence have graced with the waters of light

Hear me ears of Caves
Some play at life in zealots fare
away from the deep they trundle in fenced valleys
picking stops of choice and running with like minded
set adrift on pastures near or afar following the cheer leaders

I live life for the gift of life
in mindful presence of the time and moment
neither past or future is preordained but merely perchance
therefore the truth of reality in sacred dimensional pivots hold firm
ours is to seek quests and strive answers that the oracles do not tell us

I do not play at life
the child in me played but the seasons put hairs on my face
a man appeared and put away child things as the eyes scales fell
in stark Light clear its reads you do not own the world and all therein
you have through what you give truly an honestly bound ethically so

Paradise lost in eons gone
down this lonely plant lies a battle field that angels fear to trod
chances plenty misfortunes so, in absurd sky waits a thing called luck
wicked trick, throw of the dice or luck the choice is never really yours
know to play keeps you fenced in as mind body and spirit chases all
to live life is to chance outside the fence and with honesty face the wilderness beyond
To live in the moment come hell or high water or all black in the roulette spin...at least you lived in interesting times!

what will you do
comon, a girl has to have a good time
its not only me, half their women do it on the sly
listen, let's get real, these blokes don't last, simple as
two minutes, if you're luck and no repeat
you have to spend ages ******* it up
then in and before you say jack rabbit
its bang, thank you, what is that
you call that a good going over
I come from the sun, we're passionate people
you know **** well one is not enough
why do you think the women are always up for threesomes
that's the only way you can get some satisfaction
these trigger happy floppy dickers are just *******
selfish, inexperienced emotional stunted lot
they are ******* in bed and can't even kiss properly
so yes, I do the rainbow trail, best ever I tell you
no quick fire messy  charade, no silly tickling
we take our time and by jove, you know what's real
every where is taken care off and bodies so soft
Give me a real man, give me a fire tiger that burns
then they can talk and call me a *******
Oh, they ban the real men, those lovers with the real deal
they would, wouldn't they...yeah, we all know there problems
start six o'clock, finish two past six...and they call themselves men
do me a favour, no don't bother, they'll only black list you I known

No boughs or brambles
strickens or stirs on reflective calm
neither do flippant washes or dense ripples
sway in windless surges on the calmness crystal flow
in translucent clarity starry light cuts from the deep to surface
always the Halleluiah chorus to the dusk and dawn of enlightenment

Foreboding tales in ragged tones
fevered pitches soaked from devoured galled pitchers
tis anthem profane of spooks an song less featherless birds
mourning arid lives and cloaking dressed maelstroms on purity
the sea sails  in a life well tempered away from debris and flotsams
the swirls of squalls thunders onerously and in the deep the centre holds

The privileged own their possession
and utilize them as they like not bounded by fad
I can wear my shirt inside out or leave socks out
its all about not worshiping possession

the poor and ordinary's are owned by their possession
and worship anything they own
and would beg, steal and borrow
without shame
just to be owned by a pair of Nike

Its the way of the world
some beg for pounds on street corners
down the road, a man lights a cigar with a twenty pound note
Desperate or wastefull...take your choice
but I know which of these two I'd rather be

Nothing, but nothing beats the stench and humiliation
of having to steal something
I'd rather stay unloved and alone
than be a thief, even amongst other thieves
and its the best feeling, not having to envy and hate

So thieves have lovers who love them
well what can I say, there's no accounting for taste
even thieves should have lineages and heirs
for they worship possessions and need solidarity
and Nikes are relatively easy to steal, I hear they'll steal it off your feet....

Impactful, depressive, upsetting, annoying zilch
zero zilch zero zilch zero zilch zero zilch zero zilch
man is pain avoiding pleasure seeking essentially
where it impactful or damaging the choice is simple
leave facebook, quit Twitter, don't read your reviews
its funny, anodyne, side-spitting outrageously dumb
empowering for you gotta be special to get such attention
so read when bored and write when you feel like
a visit to where inferiority showcases feeble might
and marries Dementia Cowardice as soulmate

No! off course they can't get over themselves!
It's an injury worse than death
Can't you see
Life has already humiliated them
and then
you go and tell them
how life has humiliated them
that my son, is a great mistake

You see, us in know all fool them
the Politicians do it all the time
they never tell them the truth
they offer platitudes, tell them they have power
make them think they are in control
they are sheep, you sing them nursery Rhymes
and read them bed-time stories
give them enough to buy their toys, food and drinks
lots of drinks keeps them happy and quiet, then pat them on the head

But son, you went and told them the un-hearable
you went and told them the unbearable truth
you informed them of their station
remind them of how life had humiliated them
and humiliated them telling them this
what they refuse to see or accept,
You bluntly told them and that coming from you
Christ, that's like triple whammy

Yes you have bothered the bee hive
they are swarming all over you
they did not need the truth, never want the truth
now they can't rest or maintain their blind slumber
Son, just pray the courage of Heraldry upholds you
and start believing in Divine Ordination
You have committed sacrilege
You have made them see themselves
and how life humiliates them

Now they are all agitated
inflamed lusting for your blood
Son, you are in deep khazi,
these woken animals do not reason
that's how they are bred, they are primal scavengers
they smell their humiliation now
they cannot forget the smell

The triumph is in the searing fact
that attracts destroying........

Oh Lord please forgive me
if perhaps I should see negativities
which I completely miss
please forgive me
if perhaps I should take things
more seriously rather than laughing
at the ridiculous antics of
some fellow humans
I promise to try not to tickle their catastrophe
or indulge their pettiness
please Lord I pray that you give them wisdom
and understanding
and you ease their angst and shame
and teach them that thievery is not a good thing

And how they burn so
and Heaven ask me how
How I've lived till now
I tell them I know my Father

I guess they never understand
How spiteful and gross their lifes has been
But life began again in their watersheds
The day the silver spoon jumped over the moon

And yes, they know how base life can be
The shadows follow them giving state milk
And the night won't set them free
But they don't let the evenings go down
Now that they find the Ale houses in insanity

And how they hate and burn too
Their thoughts are just for me
They call my spirit but its soars free
I'm happy they still can't let go and do theirs

The book of life is brief and same for all
And once a page is read what's left is hearts
All but ours is nowt but the whispering breeze
That is my belief for the winds of fortune is hybrid
And yes,…they still hate and burn

I just barely glance
the ancestors of Slave Traders
now even more broken and bankrupted
propped up and carried by stooges & indentured slaves
madden inherently and worthless in presence faffing about
in inglorious penance for all their losses personally & mentally
one sees cripples unvictorious prancing lamely at the beggars ball
slaves auctions now woke trade in western cargoes mostly bleachers
do not blame the man who sees and write your heinous stories for you

Come pay homage in reverent tones
in shrouded musings bow and **** a snook
in sweeping denials hide the blue orbs rancour
rise on bended knees to praise you no longer crawl

if that be the blalant case in truth
why thou feast on worms in rags yet toil
faffing and farthing your depraved stench airily
its your origins that shames and from doth you hide

call out battlements of wingless flies
hang out your offals and call them jewelries
wait not till noon to guillotine your restless guilts
you have slain your hearts your riots are within yourselves

your tongueless words echos in vapours
depleted souls of wanton savages man Fort Arrogance
warring for birthrights thieved and plundered from afar isles
in black your red blood bubbles and screams defying justice unpaid

we know the maltreats of yesterdays
blazed the wrath of dark impostors dressed in white
you are but children of nightfalls awaiting retribution in kind
your bloods dry within as you akimbo in peat and poison to your end

so pray do crawl out and pay
Come pay homage in reverent tones

Joeys' say they want to push
him off the edge

so they saw the white cliffs of Dover
in air conditioned sedan

and they huffed and puffed
and dance around in circles

I see no one falling
I see a shrines sage in mirth
thanking God for all his Blessings

Joeys' are still at the cliff face
they swear they see a man falling
some have pushed so hard themselves
they now walk around with arms frozen
and pained looks on their faces with eggs on them