Love’s First Time

I don’t think you will
ever fully understand
how you’ve touched my life
and made me who I am.

I don’t think you could ever know
just how truly special you are
that even on the darkest nights
you are my brightest star.

I don’t think you will ever fully comprehend
how you’ve made my dreams come true
or how you’ve opened my heart
to love and the wonders it can do.

You’ve allowed me to experience
something very hard to find
unconditional love that exists
in my body, soul, and mind.

I don’t think you could ever feel
all the love I have to give
and I’m sure you’ll never realize
you’ve been my will to live.

You are an amazing person
and without you I don’t know where I’d be.
Having you in my life
completes and fulfills every part of me.

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A Girl

I met a girl with a lovely character named Rose, we used to go to the same school. Sometimes I see her I just want to walk straight and talk to her like be a friend to a girl and overcome my fears of being a friend to a girl, but I couldn’t because at school, we have many social servers like the girl’s club so she was surrounded by her friends so that’s my weak point. Now that I met her I want to repay all the mistakes I’ve done. So I am trying to be friends with her and be friends maybe great friends I guess…
My story with girls!!!

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Music’s Steps

To whom it may rhyme honestly. Hip hop is confused. Lyrics are nonsensical and abused. Speaking against it means you’ll be boozed. Everyone is sold out and seduced. Emcees battle for recognition in sweats of dead legends. Genre planted by dead lyrical prophets. Currently they’re searching for rap god but this doesn’t sound ancient. This search does not deserve a capital G Let’s jump straight to old school index. Biggy and Tupac for instance permanently were consumed. Like gibberish everyone turned confused. Now we have au pairs of hip hop. Fears for Tears Wait till that first president is vacuumed. Everyone will defiantly be confused. A holiday will be planted and assumed. Rest assured it will be approved. Holidays amplify drainage in pockets. Like new hip hop, dead rhymes get approved. But who am I sneaking in reality’s perfume. My hip hop worries are harmless sounds like gurgles. Gun shots in my face would be unchained bullet harmonious patterns But that menace to me is doddle. Easy cake two minutes noodles. As I pay my last respect and spit worries. May Old School Hip Hop resurrect in peace. Rise in bilingual lyrical pieces. As beats, we will strike against these complex increases reviving our old nieces In hope some dope emcee will neck rope this confused hip hop Like News everyone is an expert of hip hop views The sun will take a 12 hour flight before our darkness is saved from this loss. We are plunging into darkness in the name of new century. Lost in the jungle.

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Out of Control

Listen to me I a wisdom spreading the message to grown ups and children Mentality philosophy sycologicoly educationaly given My brains spinning working 7 days a week thinking My thoughts are high beonyed the sky it’s like an angel blinking Thoughts of determination I will spread knowledge to the nation So all that negative in the world I am replacing With lyrical penatration only spoken by a consealer I can never be the same never follow I’m a leader This world is going down if I keep this to myself I would die a 1000 deaths to help everyone else This life is so amazing while hell’s fire keeps blazing Billionars keep getting money and prices are still raising Homeless people craving 3 pennies they are saving I’m getting so pissed I’m about to paint the white house black Uplifting my community and bringing it all back Apply all this wisdom because every word is a fact.

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Rap’s Gone

Chorus:
You can’t rap, my friend, you’re white and you’re from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there’s no way you can fool them
Don’t be stupid, you won’t get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar
Verse 1:
Of all the possibilities I ever coulda chosen
Supposing career wise I’d picked Hip Hop
Imagine all the tip top rapper’s bottom lips drop
Sitting there shocked that some other bloody shit hot
Dude with a mullet, bussin shorts, wearing flip flops
Is spitting to a gathering looking like a criss cross
Of fans loving Prodigy, Kylie and Slipknot
Nearly coulda happened bro, look at me, I shit not
Little Elliot rhymes for the hell of it
If only he was ghetto mans, maybe we would sell a bit
I tried hard to dig up the credentials
Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
An Anglo Saxon with a broken accent
But rappers from Fulham get a strange reaction
I said bye to Rap, saw the issue at hand
Some guitar lessons later, formed my own band
Chorus:
You can’t rap, my friend, you’re white and you’re from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there’s no way you can fool them
Don’t be stupid, you won’t get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar
Verse 2:
Attention seeking, how far should a man go?
Cut his ear off like Vincent Van Gogh
Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles
Turn my good life into a baby shambles
Fuck myself up real properly like Pete Doherty
Cover of heat, I’m hot property
Everybody’s clocking me, I own the crowd
Then I gotta link me up with a girls aloud
Next, exchange vows now my pop’s is proud
There’s a nine on my cloud, I’m as pleased as I ever been, bro
Mans flash like Jose Mourinho
Women crave me like bottles of pinot
Now I’ve got big I can fight photographers
Bang the obvious, please biographers
Spend currency ’til there ain’t none left
And when I need more I’ll fake my own death
Chorus:
You can’t rap, my friend, you’re white and you’re from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there’s no way you can fool them
Don’t be stupid, you won’t get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar
Verse 3:
Right now it’s just hit and miss, soon I’ll taste a bit of bliss
Banging chicks at worst with looks like Jayne Middlemiss
Never doing hideous, it’s too bad for business
I spin when they grin with skin like Darth Sidious
Never out-riddle this, all chattin’ gibberish
Verbal diarrhea so you’re never getting rid of this
I hear your retorts, there’s all sorts like liquorice
I can sense your bitterness, you wishing you written this
Chorus:
You can’t rap, my friend, you’re white and you’re from Fulham
Please put down the mic, there’s no way you can fool them
Don’t be stupid, you won’t get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop, bro, and go and play guitar

The Lesson

Chaos ruled OK in the classroom
as bravely the teacher walked in
the nooligans ignored him
his voice was lost in the din

‘The theme for today is violence
and homework will be set
I’m going to teach you a lesson
one that you’ll never forget’

He picked on a boy who was shouting
and throttled him then and there
then garrotted the girl behind him
(the one with grotty hair)

Then sword in hand he hacked his way
between the chattering rows
‘First come, first severed’ he declared
‘fingers, feet or toes’

He threw the sword at a latecomer
it struck with deadly aim
then pulling out a shotgun
he continued with his game

The first blast cleared the backrow
(where those who skive hang out)
they collapsed like rubber dinghies
when the plug’s pulled out

‘Please may I leave the room sir? ‘
a trembling vandal enquired
‘Of course you may’ said teacher
put the gun to his temple and fired

The Head popped a head round the doorway
to see why a din was being made
nodded understandingly
then tossed in a grenade

And when the ammo was well spent
with blood on every chair
Silence shuffled forward
with its hands up in the air

The teacher surveyed the carnage
the dying and the dead
He waggled a finger severely
‘Now let that be a lesson’ he said

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Zack Attack

Chorus: I am about to lose my mind, my mom won’t support, so please help me out of this situation.
Verse 1: I told the world one day am gonna payback all that I owe them but they don’t know when,so I gotta pay my debts cause no one sees my vision they don’t know what dope is, but bridges of my hometown will be breaking down like it’s breaking news at night so please call me a doctor to bring me back to reality.
Chrous: I am about to lose my mind, my dad won’t support, so please help me out of this place.
Verse 2: I went to them to fix things but do I look like a leader or a Owner I be like hell no, I do what’s best for my town not that you come to me with lazy ideas and you can’t decide and I can’t endure this crap but nobody wants to fuck with the Clan cause you won’t know what will hit you, so better call not ball, cause life lacks some backbones, this next thing will be a lyrical jacky macky lacky backy kancky crancky skancky juncky, yap hap rap lap map cap wap tap zap nap gap paps, then the routine of shaggy baggy piggy maggy daggy laggy but it’s shitty bitty jitty crappy nappy and flappy cracking ribs all night but not morning, you take me as a red wine to revive your fucked up worn out cells so call me a specialist in medicine.
Chrous: I am about to lose my mind, my family won’t support, so please help me out of this situation.
Ending: Please understand me, Mom and Dad I got responsibilities so I can make my decisions and you guys can stop being my fuckin mentor so please take me out of this place, it’s like hell but I be like the one who made Zack Attack but I already made it.

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