Where I write......

Some write all their life experiences in a diary. I did.....but diary's are often personal, for your eyes only until they often end up falling into the wrong hands.......

Some write all their life experiences in a book. I would......but autobiographies are sometimes...somewhat...biased.

Some write all their life experiences in a blog. I do........with some, but I still think theres a better way.

I write my life experiences in my lyric book.

There I am free to comment on all the things I like (and don't like) about others, myself and society.

There I can transfer a message which is directly from my heart with no need for airbrushing.

There I can be honest with myself and with God.

There I can be....me.

Here is a little spoken word from my lyric book which I titled 'The Walk'.....

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I went from lukewarm to looking like soldiers,

Though I don't look any older, I've grown up,

The moaning stopped, I know what's up,

Cus I've been through the fold of the bro's that watch,

Tryna imitate those that up with a slight fame,

Amaze most with flows but know that inside pain,

Swallows me up like ricegrains,

My mindframe was alive

But was cutting me slow like migraines.

Now I ain't the guy that they saw in the slums,

As a bad man I'm also a son,

And my daddy don't,

Know I'm a thug whilst he's worshipping God,

Or that I'm holding in the sock of my pumps,

He think's I'm studying,

My role model's we're the pushers of drugs,

And the life of Snoop Dogg I was looking to touch,

Had the braids with the walk and the clutch,

Like A pimp sir,

But deep in my heart, you see I weren't sincere.

Open me, you'd see a kid here, reaching for truth,

Weeping inside while I'm deeply confused,

Took weed with a hit of the booze knowing it's laced to kill,

I should be dead but God's grace is amazing still,

I disobeyed thinking it's a fluke,

Little guy still tryna get recognition from the heads,

On the ends, the respect is power,

So every hour I would rep with cowards.

Now they say Jamaica will change ya,

But i was rearranged by the hands of my saviour,

The clay broke

But God had me sent there for a purpose,

Not herbs but, 

Words of a Pastor I got in a service,

I wern't gon' go

Save ridiculous feelings telling me to walk the wrong way home,

So.....I walked it and hit a convention,

Put there for my salvation,

I had my own struggle.

Walk in the church or go home to my own hustle,

My own protection system or would I step in to listen,

I did he flipped the script and now I found direction in him,

My role model changed like a coke bottle frame,

I've been structured so I won't be caught up in fame,

Cus it's a vapour I'm more on where I'm gonna stay,

Christ follower, Bible basher the common names,

But I've been saved by the God who took the cross of pain.

Who for the lost to save gave up his life,

While other people's role models give them baby advice,

Talk rhymes where there aimin to die,

My role model gives me life I'll reclaim in the sky,

So I don't watch now,

No watchtower gonna save me my life,

Only his word gives flames to ignite,

Embers of worthlessness,

We earth put to achieve I believe it,

But the only br'er I wanna be like is Jesus.