Showing posts with label trouble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trouble. Show all posts

Saturday, 21 December 2013

Don't be daft


Don't be daft
Have a laugh
Here we go
In the aftermath

Having a blast
Don't be last
Here we go
Slow not fast

Feeling it
Being it
Seeing all the things
And agreeing it

That is life
Pure sacravice
Doing everything
Surely twice

In a way
Day by day
Here we go
Make that play

Flying high
It's no lie
Doing all the things
Before we die

This is it
Bit by bit
What a load
Of bloody shit

But who cares
Nothings fair
In a world
Where nothings there

Fucking you up
Oh really fuck
Oh well then
Life must suck

Getting worse
A fucking curse
Oh well then
Get the fucking nurse


Monday, 18 March 2013

Money money money


Money money money
Is what we all need
In this life
If we want to succeed
Yet on the street 
We fight and bleed
From those who don't care
Oh yes indeed
Yet as I write
These words without greed
I understand
Those that lead
And that's the rappers
Of a dieing breed
For there the ones
That always take heed
To many things
From a blossoming seed
Yet have the power
To always get freed
To carry on
Oh yes indeed
Even if bloodshed
Is not agreed
For it's their hood
Where they feed
Which many respect
Oh yes indeed
Yet on the street
A stranger will plead
We got to live
To try and succeed
While stepping on toes
So we can feed
In a different way
Oh yes indeed
Yet sometimes it's true
We never take heed
And become the victim
Of a dieing breed
Because money money money
Is what we all need
In this life
If we want to succeed

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




Wednesday, 13 March 2013

Whats Up


Whats up
Whats sound
Bombs going off
People found
Heads missing
Tears in eyes
Troubles come
There's no lies
Picking up rubble
That's not cool
Missing arms
Who's the fool
Flash backs happening
Grab control
Oh dear no
Its a fish bowl
Drinking heavily
Washing it away
Its not happening
Pictures stay
Mates gone
Family's pain
No understanding
That's life's game
Trying to cope
No way back
Lost control
On a one way track
No not good
Wash it away
Drink even more
Live for today
Hurt someone
Not yourself
Need another drink
From top shelf
Alcohol poisoning
Oh so what
Life is real
And can't be taught
Given a chance
You'll break free
Yet those pictures
Still hunt me
Giving many problems
You don't understand
For a civilian
Upon this land

Friday, 13 January 2012

Master Rubble And His Amazing Bubble


Master Rubble was a quiet lad,
Who liked to run and play?
When doing things that made him glad,
For one fun day in May.

With all the crazy little thoughts,
That ran through his mind,
He understood what he was taught,
So he would stand and shine.

When going shopping with his mum,
He knew what she would do,
If he was good and not so dumb,
A present would come so true.

Until he seen it upon a shelf,
Staring striaght at him,
A nice small bottle for himself,
Which made him smile and grin?

"Oh mammy, mammy can I have".
He said out loud so true,
"Oh go on mammy". He began to laugh.
"Please buy it for me to".

"Oh what’s up son"? His mummy said,
While walking down the isle,
 Picking up a loaf of bread,
As she began to smile.

"Oh I see what you want,
But only if you’re good,
And don't you do your normal stunt,
By kicking all the food".

"I won't, I won't, I promise mum,
I won't put you to shame,
I promise I won't be so dumb,
And cause you any pain".

"You better not or you won't get,
A single thing in here".
"I won't, I won't, so don't forget,
I'll be good you hear".

Then with that he took the bottle,
And held it in his hand,
While making noises like the throttle,
Of any car on land.

Running round past the till,
Hitting speeds so great,
Which gave him now one big thrill?
For he was tempting fate.

Unscrewing the lid ever so slow,
Behind his mothers back,
And then he gave one huge big blow,
For fun make no mistake.

To give birth now to his bubble,
While laughing all the way,
For it was fun for Master Rubble,
To see him fly that day.

But would he burst the silly thing,
Oh no not at all,
For he now laughed as he did sing,
Until he hit the wall.

With all the pressure of the hit,
Released as he did fly,
When bouncing round the shop a bit,
As minutes they went by.

Bouncing of the shelves of fruit,
And bouncing of the beer,
While hitting someone oh please look,
Right upon their rear.

Knocking them right of their feet,
Head first into the fish,
While giving them a special treat,
As he now made a wish.

Until it landed on the till,
In front of his mum that day,
 And gave her one almighty thrill,
When bursting I say, I say.

Which made him laugh out very loud?
And want to do it again,
Until his mum came through the crowd,
Counting from one to ten.

"What did I tell you Master Rubble?
You naughty, naughty boy,
If you gave me any trouble,
I'll take away this toy".

"Oh please don't, I'll be good,
Honest I will now mum,
It wasn't me it was my food,
That splurted from my bum".

"Oh don't be silly you little fool,
I seen you blow that bubble,
And suppose you think that’s really cool,
Now do you Master Rubble.

Now wait until I get you home,
And you will really see,
For you will not be aloud to roam,
Or even watch T.V".

Said his mum in furious rage,
As she held him by the collar,
And pranced him up stage by stage,
Without now any bother.

"Now apologise for your disgrace,
To the manager of this store,
Before I wipe that smile of your face",
 She said with an almighty roar.

"I'm very sorry for what I’ve done.
I'm sorry for causing you trouble,
But it wasn't me now really mum,
It was that crazy bubble.

He made me do it you see you see,
For he was in my head,
Screaming shouting let me free,
It’s what he really said".

"That’s ok my little friend,
You know where you belong,
And it takes courage in the end,
To say that you where wrong.

Now promise me one little thing,
Before you leave my store,
Which may give you lots of bling?
And that’s being bad no more".

"I promise Miss". Said Master Rubble,
Wiping away his tears,
"I promise that I won't cause trouble,
Not in the coming years".

So of he walked away fancy free,
Along now with his mother,
Back home now to watch T.V.
Along with his young brother.

By Dr Geebers

Thursday, 12 January 2012

The journey of life, through a dead mans eyes,

The journey of life, through a dead mans eyes,
Shows so much remorse and dreadful cries.
Of pain and suffering, that he did see,
In a world of chaos, as people did flee.

From guns and bombs, with torture as well,
As buildings collapsed and burned in hell.
While he lay dieing, on the ground,
Then death creped up, without making a sound.

Showing him death, through his own eyes,
While hearing the shouting and dreadful cries.
And seeing the suffering, while feeling the pain,
This was life, so simple and plain.

While always knowing he would be back,
In resurrection for a matter of fact.
So he could walk, among his own,
The dead man walking, skull and bones.
By Dr Geebers