In the moment of madness

In the moment of maddness

The truth comes out

And when it does

Why cry and shout

For no one shall listen

No matter what

And that is something

Streetlife has taught

Never trust no one

No never at all

So stand and be proud

No matter if you fall

Then rise again

And never give up

For its the only answer

In the world of luck

Which could be bad

Or it could be good

So always remember this

In you neighbourhood

For the butterfly

Is like a rose

It's surely pretty

As it grows

But went it withers

And simply dies

The butterfly

Tells no lies

It simply goes

To that special place

To come back

In everyones face

Laughing, smiling

And having fun

For that's real life

For everyone

Peace on earth

 

Peace on earth

Is what we want

Putting things

Nice and blunt

In a way

From the front

As many people

Go on a national hunt

 

Killing everyone

That's in sight

Lightening up

The beauty of the night

Scaring everyone

Which is right

Spreading heartache

As they fight

 

On the battlefields

And in our house

Relationship break ups

Partner and spouse

With crazy things happening

With the touch of the mouse

Oh dear no

Someone's drunk the grouse

 

Then there's the dealers

Wanting more

Fighting their battle

Total hard core

So they beat poverty

While others score

Which is real life

That many adore

 

Until they get arrested

And o to jail

And don't get a chance

To even get bail

Oh what a waste

To no avail

But was it really

Or did they simply fail

 

Or did a grass

Grass them in

For trying to better

Their life's with sin

Hoping for a future

To simply begin

With words flying free

From the rapper within

 

Showing their anger

In the cells alright

Hoping their words

See the light

Getting out to the masses

Each day and night

To be released

Straight on to the mic

 

Which changes their life

Simply for free

In a way

That's meant to be

Because good can come out

Of bad you see

And make people stars

For eternity



There was a good cue with chalk

 

There was a good cue with chalk

That liked to really talk

When along came his master

Oh what a disaster

And gaged him with his sock

Jimmy's Christmas Day

It was Christmas Eve,
And all was well,
At Jimmy’s house,
So he could tell.

With not a whisper,
Or even a sound,
For Jimmy was sleeping,
So it was found.

All snuggled up,
Comfy in bed,
Hoping that Santa,
Would be well fed.

As he would bring presents,
Upon his sleigh,
For him to open,
The very next day.

That would make him smile,
With pure delight,
To bring him magic,
Oh yes that’s right.

“Wake up, wake up,
It’s Christmas Day,
With snow all around,
Hooray, hooray”.

Shouted young Jimmy,
As he awoke,
And ran down the stairs,
Cracking a joke.

Through the door,
Into the room,
“Aaaaaahhhhh. He shouted,
And began to boom.

“Oh no, oh no,
What’s happened here?
Oh no, oh no”,
He shouted in fear.

“What’s up, what’s up”,
His dad did say,
“Don’t tell me now,
He’s not come today”.

“He’s ate his pie,
He’s ate his cake,
He’s drunk his beer,
Make no mistake.

But where’s my presents,
That I don’t see,
Not one dad,
Under our tree”.

“What do you mean?
You must be joking”.
Said his dad,
Nearly choking.

As he got up,
To have a look,
While stumbling over,
On a book.

“Oh what’s this noise?
Oh what’s this racket?
Hold on my son,
I’m coming to check it”.

And then with that,
He got a shock,
There were no presents,
But an empty sock.

Nor a computer,
Or a TV,
They had been burgled,
So he could see.

Which made him angry?
And totally wild,
As Jimmy cried,
The poor young child.

“Come here my son,
Its ok,
I promise you now”,
His mum did say.

Then with that,
There was a bang,
At their gate,
Where it did hang.

Which made them run?
Into the back,
It was the thief’s,
Make no mistake.

“Stop, stop, stop,
Who ever you are”,
Shouted his dad,
To the ones in a car.

But would they listen,
Oh no way,
No not at all,
This Christmas day.

Until it happened,
Out of the blue,
When a neighbour,
Seen this to.

Which made him run?
Into his yard,
Open his gates,
By pulling them hard.

Then jumped into,
His brand new car,
Starting it up,
The crazy star.

Revved it slightly
And then let it rip,
Reversing it,
Oh what a hit.

Stopping the thief’s,
Dead in their tracks,
To give poor Jimmy,
His Christmas back.

“Oh thank you sir”,
Jimmy did cry,
“It’s ok my son,
It’s Christmas that’s why”.

“Now call the police”,
His dad did say,
“It’s done already,
There on their way”.

Shouted his mum,
Inside their door,
Feeling so happy,
About Christmas once more.

Then the police arrived,
And arrested the crooks,
Who didn’t get away?
With the things they took.

So Jimmy was happy,
Now wouldn’t you,
For poor young Jimmy,
Knew what to do.

And that’s enjoy Christmas,
Which is a must?
With family and friends,
The ones he can trust.

So have a Merry Christmas,
And a happy new year,
No matter what happens,
It’s Christmas you hear.

By Dr Geebers