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Greg
little hombre with a gun, instead of having fun, its painful to see them picturing there lifetime in the slums/ me, people boss the neighborhood tryna command respect, the only thing they achieve is how to lose all the prospects/, that this jungle we live in offers, right at our feet, but youngsters look around all they see is concrete/ shit lingers like a red mist, lifes like one big fist, always punchin down on the world, ive made a list/ of all the wrongdoing thats occured in the big smoke, the situation of this city it just makes me wana choke/ im a third eye, lookin down from the sky, kids refuse to get careers instead they just get high/ to get away form shit thats occured in their life, cos all this estate is is just trouble and strife Andy I work in South London, man, it's a joke/ I'm streetwise) but they don't even listen to me coz they're eyes) are all high) on coke/ I try to set them down with the real situation/ But whenever I mention the importance of education they just fall into a pit of depression/ Maybe they're right, maybe I'm incorrect/ To be fair, Daniel got 2 A Levels and is breaking his neck/ Trying to pay the rent from working a 9 to 5 in Pizza Hut/ That seems ludacroius to my pupils as they can bust a gut/ Get paid a months salary and spend dollar on more drugs/ I kid you not, i'm 6 ft 3 but it's intimidating trying to teach a classroom of lil thugs/ I sympathise as many come from hard backgrounds, let that be known/ But there's a limit to my patience from those from broken homes/ Some of my students have murdered and are drug barons aged only 17/ They're headed for Brixton prison for eternity/ It's hard to take when I see another ex pupil being murdered or the one pulling the gun on someone/ I've been to alot of funerals and it makes me numb/ Especially witnessing the nervous breakdown of another mum/ I'm fed up of teaching in these slums and estates/ I feel inside, i'm ready to break/ I can't compete with this daily dose of hate in a society that refuses to displace/ Evilness in the form of prostitution drugs rape and gang murdering occuring every week/ I feel so weak, such a failure and I can't wait to go to sleep/ And I pray I never wake up/ Because to live and die in Peckham Rye is too tuff Greg the teachers say, we aint got no prospects, everyone in school is a degenerate defect, if we listened to the police or even listened to the teach, we would still be doin what we are doin on the streets/ its not our fault, some have and some have not, a discarded cider bottle is all that ive got/ this world that im livin in its just gettin me down, do i sit in class with a frown, or put the pen and paper down, i can tbe anything so whats the point in existing, to the local comprehensive im just another truant listing/ my house is 16 floors up its a symbol of our depression, it seems these teachers feel that my addiction is an obsession, but i dont think so i see the colour of grey, not black or white like all the grown ups seem to say hey cant see the bigger picture they cant see that lifes not clear, my life is just a weapon that i have surely come to fear/ i cant use it, for bad or for good/ i cant do the things in life that im told thati should/ its hard for a yout growing up hackney, all it is is stairwells not forgettin the backstreets and if i die tonight ill look down and see my life go by, all ill be is just another shadow in the sky............ |
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