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Showing posts with label wrong. Show all posts

Friday, 14 November 2014

In hard times


In hard times
We do what we do
We keep it alive
We make it come true

In hard times
When everything goes wrong
We'll keep it together
Or write it in song

In hard times
True love will arise
In many different ways
Along with sun rise

In hard times
We can all relate
We do stupid things
And get in a state

In hard times
We all mess up
And say the wrong things
And don't give a fuck

In hard times
As some of us fly
Straight of the handle
And just want to die

In hard times
Even true love
Comes under scrutiny
With the powers from above

In hard times
We do what we do
To stay alive
Because its what we do

Saturday, 12 October 2013

Stand be proud


Stand be proud of who you are
That may take you really far
Even if you have no car
Don't you worry words have power

Even if people rip you off
Keep on going you got the love
As you fly with the white winged dove
As you respect whats FREE LOVE

In a world of love and hate
You will help your fellow mate
In a way they will relate
No matter if your in a state

For you know what you have done
Oh yes my friends simply for fun
Because you know your no bum
And don't need the power of the gun

Yet paedophiles you do beat
As your anger shows your heat
And gives you power upon the street
For what you've done this I repeat

So stand be counted oh by far
And show the people who you are
Even though you've been behind bars
Your just really a shinning star

Who's done justice in your own way
And changed your life day by day
To rise up and make that play
With these words I love to say

For the world to understand
In a life that's not planned
Without money which is grand
To hurt paedophiles and be that man

Yet you can change and be free
But always remember the way to be
And that is help those just like me
For life is hard with no degree

Yet some will carry on to the top
Like Charles Bronson who didn't stop
And many people he did drop
Behind those bars chop, chop

So go on and live the dream
If you know what I mean
Stand be counted and be seen
For you know now that your clean

To do what you want to do
With the power of the words inside you
That will shock the world too
For many family's will love you

For they wouldn't like what they do
To happen to their kids too
So don't be scared of what you do
For your only human like me too

So stand be counted my fellow man
And be excepted on this land
Now live the dream I demand
So the world can understand

For your not bad you are good
For doing your thing in their neighbourhood
That probably no one else would
So their kids could grow up good

Hip Hip Hooray
Is what we all say
To these people every day
Even though you get no pay
At least our kids can simply play

So don't you think you ever did wrong
For you know where you belong
That is why I wrote this song
To give you courage to be strong

For your their heros oh yeah man
Who helped them out you understand
And you did your time in the can
Now join in and sing this jam

Hip hip hooray
Is what we all say
To these people every day
Even though they get no pay
All our kids can simply play

In a world of love and hate
This is something most can relate
And praise you all my fellow mates
For what you do is really great

So Hip Hip Hooray
Is what we all say
To these people every day
Who are real heros in many a way
Who deserve more at the end of the day

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Getting Pissed Of For Creating Art


Getting pissed of for creating art
Out on the beach oh what a start
On Brighton seafront to make my mark
To show the world the ultimate spark

With nowhere to live except the beach
Creating art no one can teach
And trying not to be a leech
In a world of darkness I simply screech

So I put up a tent to keep myself clean
That someone has gave me and everyone's seen
Along with duvets because I'm keen
To show the world what I mean

After walking the coast in due respect
To write a book oh what a mistake
To help homeless charities for the crack
After a newspaper told lies which is fact

Which pissed me of more which is true
And I didn't have to do what I did do
Because I didn't care about life too
And all I wanted was to be like you

To have a place and a simple job
So I didn't have to go out and rob
To make ends meet to get a few bob
But this is life for the down and out snob

Thinking that homeless charities would like my cause
And help me out without no claws
To give them something along with applause
As I went out and broke many laws

Just to create art no other would dare
In a world of chaos that is never fair
Yet I was right they don't care
Because I'm no artist this I swear

I'm just a bum out on the road
Who simply lives life no fixed abode
Doing what I do before I explode
Hoping one day my body will corrode

Going through all weathers and becoming ill
This was real stupid and probably is still
Yet like I say its one heck of a thrill
That even newspapers can simply kill

And so do these charities that I want to help
Because I have been there and know what I felt
But they don't care I simply yelp
So no much wonder the homeless hate the life their dealt

As they keep fighting each day and night
To conquer the demons that's never right
After being pissed on from a great height
Then set on fire burning bright

Which I know is simply true
Because it happened to me too
With patronizing interviews oh what's new
I am no one so how do you do

With many a newspaper sharing my story
Of walking the coast oh don't bore me
Which was nice to get the glory
Yet its still not a good enough story

And I am no voice for no homeless person
But as I write this i'm simply cursing
Well out loud with no diversion
With a sore head I am simply nursing

For I'm now messed up in the head
And realizing it I am brown bread
As addiction still boils really instead
Now simply hoping I'll end up dead