Found my old lyric books in the loft

[Guest]

a few lyrics from a long time ago

My ex, i used to love her, she was my 1st love

I never knew any better, i thought she was the one

We'd always be together, inseperable at times

We tried taking it slow, we tried taking our time

First just weekends, then every weeknight

Always meeting other, under a seedy streetlight

i spent my money on her, to show her a good time

But she got me into trouble, nuff fights, nuff scuffles

At least a hunded bleeding knuckles, one broken wrist

A few split lips and a whole load of swollen fists

She made me switch, took all of my confidence

Had me hooked like a fish it was preposterus

I wish now i'd have listend to my my real true friends

Cos its true what they said, she did screw with my head

but the real truth is, i just dont regret

1 single minute, i spent with my ex.

lets see if anyone gets it

[kung fu]

was she called........mary jane?

[Guest]

This ones about a young fella i used to know -

He was a rebel from young, bringin feds to his drum

homes no fun, cos all he's done is dissapoint his mum

think of a gun, cocked, aimed and ready to pop

well that was him way before his testcles had dropped

couldnt stop these angry thoughts, creepin into his mind

tried to bottle them inside and find a a place to hide

but when he tries to fight these ghosts that terrorise him most

they eat him like a sunday roast and wash him down with a toast

some said the most he'd ever get out of life

is some fake prada clothes and a Lada to drive

its like the harder he tries, the more he gets blocked

so now he's stopped, (tick tock) like a broken clock

yeh he might laugh all the time and joke about a lot

but he's only trying to hide all the problems he's got

some say "a problem shared is problem solved"

but not for him, he dont care, he's so self involved

dark things from his past, they still lay on his chest

they make him stressed, supressed feelings left him feeling depressed

his life's a mess, tries his best, without sucsess

so more or less , he's always pissed, cos no ones ever impressed

feels like his past is on a quest, to catch up wiv his arse

it will never run out of breath, and yes its catchin up fast

well theres no path left and the end is nigh

but he just laughs at the harsh reality of his life

and heres why, cos if he diddnt he'd cry

uses his dry sense of humour like a f*ckin disguise

behind his eyes are the lines, of a lifetime of lies

so its no suprise, he's considerd suicide, more than twice

deprived of guidance, hence all the violence

not to mention all the tension that kept him silent

when all he wanted to do was come out of his shell

oops post the rest later

[Guest]

was she called........mary jane? :wink:

My ex = Ecstacy

[Guest]

This ones about a young fella i used to know -

He was a rebel from young, bringin feds to his drum

homes no fun, cos all he's done is dissapoint his mum

think of a gun, cocked, aimed and ready to pop

well that was him way before his testcles had dropped

couldnt stop these angry thoughts, creepin into his mind

tried to bottle them inside and find a a place to hide

but when he tries to fight these ghosts that terrorise him most

they eat him like a sunday roast and wash him down with a toast

some said the most he'd ever get out of life

is some fake prada clothes and a Lada to drive

its like the harder he tries, the more he gets blocked

so now he's stopped, (tick tock) like a broken clock

yeh he might laugh all the time and joke about a lot

but he's only trying to hide all the problems he's got

some say "a problem shared is problem solved"

but not for him, he dont care, he's so self involved

dark things from his past, they still lay on his chest

they make him stressed, supressed feelings left him feeling depressed

his life's a mess, tries his best, without sucsess

so more or less , he's always pissed, cos no ones ever impressed

feels like his past is on a quest, to catch up wiv his arse

it will never run out of breath, and yes its catchin up fast

well theres no path left and the end is nigh

but he just laughs at the harsh reality of his life

and heres why, cos if he diddnt he'd cry

uses his dry sense of humour like a f*ckin disguise

behind his eyes are the lines, of a lifetime of lies

so its no suprise, he's considerd suicide, more than twice

deprived of guidance, hence all the violence

not to mention all the tension that kept him silent

when all he wanted to do was come out of his shell

send his demons back to hell, and just be himself

but he was branded destructive "young man your disruptive"

"the things you do now, youll always be stuck with"

but he's like "ahhg f*ck it, heres my d*ck, suck it"

"i know im disruptive, dont like it, then tough sh*t"

he doesnt care for nothing, now hes over the edge

like a stranger to his parents, there both at loggerheads

reciving letters from the school, because he never attends

his quick temprament means he's always on the defence

so now its like he's hell bent, wont take help from friends

wants to do it by himself, with his own two hands

well im afraid the sands of time are running out for this man

cos he surrounds himself with people that love to scupper his plans

the last suppers been had, he's at the end of the road

it's like he knows he's this close to loosing all control

so he's far from composed, aint hearing nothing he's told

its like all the bloody lights are on, but nobodys home

he's been constantly told "you have to reap what you sow"

"you best pay wot you owe, and thats the way life goes"

but he's never been that open, nah his book stays closed

bottles up all these emotions, and frustration grows

thrown himself headfirst down a slippery slope

keeps on getting worse and everyones lost hope

so now he's known to most people as a loveable rouge

that can also turn evil at the crack of a joke - so leave him alone

"yeh change the tune the records broke"

"its like your hands are on my throat and im begining to choke"

"i cant cope with all the pressure man, im ready to blow"

"i hope soon im felling better, ill explode if i dont"

well thats that i suppose, all his bridges are burned

he's living up to the bad reputation he's earned

all his actions and words, are a cause for concern

he gets lots of aggrivation, and its fully deserved

Me, personally, i blame his family tree

cos its full of bad seeds and all the roots run deep

deprived in his life and terrorised by his dreams

critisized so much now, he'll never sucseed

all they ever done was speak about self belief

but no one ever really listend to what he believed

"it seems like these people want more from me"

"well im bored with all the preachin and expectancy"

i got no clue, i wish i knew, what you expect from me

i cant breathe, its like im drowning, and im out at sea

and now these sharks surround my sinking ship

im thinking "shit, what have i done, why's it come to this"

where my swiss army knife, i wanna cut my wrists

let the sharks taste my blood and f*ckin rip me to bits

see if i give a sh*t, its not like i wanna live

cos if i did then id fight- but i dont so ill die

Mash

more later

[Guest]

this is about someone i went to secondary school with, who was shot and died at the age of 17

Lil Tee

Terry was the youngest brother in a household full of nutters

no father, just his mother in a council flat gutter

a proper little f*cker, never on the straight and narrow

then he found himself staring down a barrel

BANG BANG, the shells rattled as they hit the floor

now you dont see little Terry round ere no more

caught up in loosing battle and lost the war

cos now he's laying in a drawer in the morgue

But let me take you back, to before that, he started smoking crack

sniffin coke, double droppin pills, and chatting crap

backin shots from bottle caps, and banging slags

rawdog, bare back, never wearing a hat

a proper hoodrat, robbbing people, just for fun

safe to most of his mates, but not them all, just some

and the one's he wasnt cool with, they'd see him and run

cos they knew he never left his drum without his gun

but one kid got sick of running, he said "that Terrys got it coming"

his name was little james, everyone thought he was bluffing

but he was cunning, he started plotting and planning revenge

finally had enough of being robbed in his own ends

went out and spent 2 bills on some real protection

finally added a gun to his knife collection

the tension mounted as he counted the bullets

downed a bottle of glenfidditch, now he's ready to switch - and take a life

in the meantime Terrys at home with the wife

doesnt know that in an hour or so, hes gonna die

nah he never realised, he never had no clue

that jackin James everyday, made James crackers too

now the hours getting closer, Terrys leaving his house

off out to make some doe, so he can feed his greedy mouth

leaves his gun under the couch, cos outside looks bait

police are on the streets, so he leaves it at home - big mistake

cos little James knows where he goes, and he's waiting for him there

he knows Terry will robb him again, but this time he dont care

this time he's not scared, cos this time he's prepared

to put two in Terrys head, and serve however many years

cos fear manifested into hate and rage

too many days of getting messed with finally got to James

so the next time he saw Terry in the usual place

he blazed him twice in the chest and once in the face

Chorus

Danger, danger

someones got a gun with your name on a bullet in the chamber

Danger, danger, danger

somewhere theres a stranger, another James with a buckie, just waiting to erase ya

blaze you in the back, waste ya just like that

blap blap, two in your chest and one in your cap

blap, and thats that man, its all over

your no longer a soldier, just an organ doner

RIP

[Guest]

oops sorry diddnt mean to make a whole new post

can someone move it for me

into the "found my old lyric books thread"

ta Mash

[Guest]

Wrote this when i was about 15 - for Jamm

Why

Another one in prison, another one dead

it feels like im loosing all my friends

this aint making sense to me man, im feeling tense

taking deep breaths, and counting downwards from ten

im just trying to pretned this aint affecting me

the fact that half my mates are locked up in a HMP

or the reality of others buried in cemetarys

look im not a religious man, but Jam rest in peace

the least i can do is say this tunes for you

mean every word out of my mouth and keep it true

i dedicate this tune ere to all my taken friends

pour EnJs for the ones ill never see again

countless flowers, august showers

mothers, fathers, brothers, inconsolable for hours

cos cowards are runnin round with and knives

rather take a life than fight, im left asking why

CHORUS

listen a moment as i open my heart

focus on words spoken, im showing my cards

its hard to express how i feel in a song

so forgive me if it comes out wrong

Just sit back, relax, remember the past

all the mad nights you had, the good times, the laughs

search your heart, and ask yourself this

when you die, will you be missed, will people ask why

VERSE 2

im trying to understand, im trying to come to terms

but the pain still burns, the loss still hurts

it feels like ive been immersed, in surroundings that are cursed

cos disturbing things around me are just getting worse and worse

1st up on the list of things tearing me up

is all these people dying so young

wassup with all the guns man, wassup with all the knives

what happend to 1 on 1s, what happend to fist fights

how many more mothers are gonna get a phone call tonight

informing them that thier daughter or thier son's just died

how many more fathers will have tears in thiers eyes tonight

when they find out thier kids just died

my advice to anyone who aint had someone perish yet

cherish the little things, dont take sh*t for granted

cos regets one of the things that cuts you up inside

when you dont get a chance to say goodbye - your left asking why?

CHORUS again

VERSE 3

is there life after death, or is that it when your dead?

do you get the chance to say the things you wished you'd said?

are you gonig to the same place as all your friends?

or are you gonig somwhere else instead?

buried, cremated or reincarnated

does it really f*ckin matter in the end

does somebodys religion really determine the position their given

or is heaven just wishfull thinking - well im still wishing

still hoping, just about still coping

consoling myself with this bottle that im holding

im controlling my temper much more these days

cos ive seen to many lives already go to waste

sour taste in my mouth, as i visit the graves

of my family and friends in the ground

i leave some flowers and i go home feeling down

tears in my eyes, wiping my face, asking why?

CHORUS again

VERSE 4

18 years of my life have just flown right by

why do the streets keep taking close mates of mine

lost 1 to a gun and another 1 to a knife

i got no answers and im asking why

when i was nine my uncle paul commited suicide

thanx to carbon monoxide, a car and a hosepipe

went for a joyride and never came back

turned the key, went to sleep and that was about that

the impact affected me bad, as a matter of fact

it was the biggest slap in the face, ive ever had to take

i was sad, lost my way, became detached

began engaging everyday in some shamefull acts

and on top of all of that, i was trapped with a mother

who showed me nothing but anger cos i looked like her dead brother

life a fu*ker, but im just used to now

used to all the fu*king bullsh1t draggin me down

CHORUS

End

Edited March 7, 2009 by Mash'Up'An'Ting

[weed_G]

I like that mate..that prose would go well with some rap beats over it

..btw did that drum ever get played in chapel?

[Guest]

I like that mate..that prose would go well with some rap beats over it

..btw did that drum ever get played in chapel?

ta weed-g

used to write all the time but i guess i just grew out of it really

some of the crap i used to write about crazy

ill post more later on

btw- dunno if you were pulling me chain so.....

drum- slang for home

nice1 Mash

[Guest]

wow i was disgusting

this is tounge in cheek btw

i dont care gimme a chick with dyslexia

any hoe, 18 stone, right come we go

na wait, i want that one standing next to ya

the one with no tits, miss anorexia

theres nothin sexier, than a girl that dont wash

or a wobbly chick, that gobbles d*cks a c*cks

"oh gosh" she polished my mahogany

and the d*cks not the only thing she got from me

na mate not a baby, an STD

i gave it to her gladly, infact purposely

i told her "spread your knees and lets spread desiese"

she said to me "your d*ck tastes like feta cheese"

ah ha she'll do anything for dairylee

so whenever i approach i do it warily

im half a six, the brand new milky bar kid

so i guess the milkybars are on me

so so so sorry

cant believe that came from my head

[wakenbaker]

was she called........mary jane?

My ex = Ecstacy

Sounds more like charlie than marry or my ex.