Lifes just a jungle



Life's just a jungle

As we live day by day

Looking to the future

Which is mysterious and Gray

Hoping for that moment

To simply shine through

Yet there is always someone

Who wants to mess with you

So what would you do

When this moment occurs

Sending you into rage

As everything becomes blur

Would you stand and fight

Even if you lose your house

Along with your children

Partner or spouse

And even go to prison

For going over the edge

For never to return

Because of furious rage

Or would you walk away

And let things be

To become a complete coward

For the world to see

Sometimes its not worth it

And people can change

Until that day comes

When you seek revenge

Because its been niggling at you

One day at a time

Killing your street cred

Just like this rhyme

Then you explode

Simply out of the blue

At the very right time

Away from cameras too

In a back street or alley

Simply one on one

Out of the sight of people

Without the power of the gun

And if you win

Then you got a result

And if you lose

It's not your fault

But at least you did it

Old school rules

With fists and feet

And no dammed tools

And at the end

You respect each other

As if you where family

A proper street brother

But gangs these days

Don't have any rules

For whatever they use

Wither guns or tools

Make them feel strong

And others feel scared

Which makes life on the street

Tough it is said

We Have To Say What We Have To Say

We have to say what we have to say

As we live life from day to day

Getting moved on in a crazy way

By security oh oh yeah

In freezing temperatures out on the street

Writing these words I'd simply repeat

Not knowing why so turn up the heat

Yet this is life so don't admit defeat

Just carry on the way you are

Doing what you do to take you far

Who really cares about legal power

Because you know your a rising star

Flying high way above the sky

Doing all the things before you die

Knowing it and it's no lie

Going to prison is legal why?

With illegal crimes committed for free

So we don't have to beg you see

In a way to beat poverty

Oh yes baby it's the way to be

Unless your an artist on the road

Having to live no fixed abode

While carrying a big heavy load

As your brain wants to explode

Yet with no money what do you do

For many an artist breaks the rules too

And with no I.D. simply on you

You can't get benefits which is true

So I write my crazy little rhymes

While thinking about better times

In the future without these crimes

That come out quickly in many lines

Giving you all pleasure simply for free

As a poet or artist to be

In a way that comes naturally

Well this is life on the edge you see

Survival

 

When your feeling all the things

That no one understands

In a life that you live

Yet you've never planned

 

As the people walking past you

At the side of the road

As your writing in your sleeping bag

While living no fixed abode

 

Hoping for a proper meal

Instead of can in hand

Even though its real freezing

Upon this very land

 

With Christmas simply over now

Please have no fear

For everyone will help you out

After spreading Christmas cheer

 

Yet you have no benefits

And try to keep yourself clean

Even though many others

Want to treat you mean

 

With no Identification

Its even harder too

This is real life now

So don't think it won't happen to you

 

And if it really does

You'll find it really tough

For you will have to fight

To hold on to your stuff

 

For others will simply rob you

As they fight for survival too

Out on the streets

Where death can come for true

 

 



When your down on your luck

When you are down on your luck,

And you don’t know what to do,

When you want to make a buck,

And you haven’t got a clue,

Just keep on partying,

That’s what you got to do,

Because you know,

You have the answers deep inside you.

When you are down on your luck,

And you don’t know what to do,

When you’re really, really stuck,

And you haven’t got a clue,

Just keep on praying,

That’s what you got to do,

And if that don’t work,

Well then,

There’s something wrong with you.

When you are down on your luck,

And you don’t know what to do,

When your life does suck,

And you haven’t got a clue,

Just keep straying,

That’s what you got to do,

And if that don’t work,

Then the Police will love you.

By Dr Geebers

Sitting On The Street

When I sit here on the street,

Rhyming words that are unique.

You pass me by in disgrace,

While spitting on my poor face.

As I try to help myself,

To make things better without wealth.

So I can do what I can,

To survive upon this land.

To rise among the rich with glory,

To tell the world a different story.

About what its like upon the street,

In words of rhyme that are unique.

Even though it can get cold,

I won't be here when I am old.

Because I belief in what I do,

To help people like me to.

As I am one who has a heart,

Who will try his best I do remark.

To show the world as a nation,

That homeless people where Gods creation.

Even though we have our doubts,

In life itself and what it’s about.

As we will survive by any means,

Even when we get ourselves clean.

To do the things that has to be done,

To help those people, one on one.

To show the world, what we can do,

Because we know God loves us to.

By Dr Geebers