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JUST ANOTHER DAY

JUST ANOTHER DAY

 

B Ball crack

Yeah we sell it

Keep the noise down

Sulphur

Yeah

We smell it

Make’s it our town

Our street’s the corner’s we meet

You can buy all kind’s of treat’s

Damn right the 50 stay away

JUST TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY

Still proud of the blue on the left

One thing ya can’t take away

Is the pride ya wake up to every day

Ya wanna know where to find us

Don’t sneak up behind us

(Cos we got 4 eye’s not two)

And there both lookin at you

Snoop don’t stop growin

Keep the show goin

What woory’s me the most

Is were lookin at rap’s ghost

It’s in ya heart 

It’s in ya soul

Ya empty pocket’s

Don’t push ya down

It’s your town

Your story

Be true to ya self

Don’t hunt for glory

There’s a poet in ya So write it bin it

Try it again until ya skin it

It’s the language we use

When we meet

It’s the jive talk That start’s on the street

Spell it how ya see it

But fill it with god given wit

Make em laugh their pain away

Even for just one day

And for god’s sake

Do it your way

Deep down where the pain hurt’s the most

Where ya keep that god damn ghost

Well get off the floor

Don’t be guilt’s whore

Ya know who ya are

Ya still the brightest star

I lost my ego long time ago

Now no cross on my back

No home made pipe for crack

 

I will be heard above the boo’s and the hissin

Cos now I know what’s missin

Just the joy of those word’s

That bring back memorie’s of trippin

And chewin the fat wit black bird’s

Lookin for that 2nd magpie that bring’s ya joy

Cos the bottom line is now you’re a man not a boy

 

 

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Comments

NEIL THORPE

Fri 4th Aug 2017 14:34

This is an example of my amalgam of poetry and street rap (old style) Hope ya like it .......

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