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Mark Dec 2019
Shouting about to all of my homies  
Outlaw, Warsaw, even lil Hacksaw  
There's something afoot  
It's a real hot poppin'  
They say, WHAT  
I say, YEAH, They all say, NAH  
 
I said, something not right  
It's still not a stoppin'  
They said, Oh man  
I said, Oh man  
Everyone in da house shouted  
Oh man  
 
The building is on fire  
Everybody get on down  
Keepin’ da flow, at a very low key  
Get your self way out, spoke he  
Everyone in da house yelled, Okey-Dokey  
'Cause no one wants to be  
Miss USA, runner up, say WHO  
Nup  
 
Everyone in da house shouted, Oh man  
Oh, we bounced on out of there  
We be gettin' in nobody's way  
Uh-Uh  
We're not gunna pop, in someone else's fire  
Not today....
Thanks to my homies HIPPO + HARPS. Appreciate your help Bros. F
Mark Dec 2019
Floating around the shores of a beach, whilst being all out to sea
I’ve been drifting about, the days are becoming so long
Nobody told me, it could so easily, happen to me
It’s not that it’s bad, I’ve done nothing wrong
It’s just time, as I knew it, seems to have skipped a beat
A month became a year, like time decided not to catch up and meet
Nowhere to sleep, little to eat, only new wayward floaters to greet

Can you see me or do you choose not to?
Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me
I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d ask about you
Like, how did you get here, how are you going, what’s your view
On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see
Put down ya phone, look into their eyes, talk to someone anew

Can’t find a job, most boss’s don’t like me, that’s how it seems
Can’t sing a tune or get the right pitch, just listen, that’s what it means
Living by the seashore, breeze in my face, no windows, in diss free place
Be careful who you trust, they’ll steal every dime, it’s a **** rat race
Friendly folk, pass on by, throw you a penny, ‘cause ya down on your luck
Some girls get down on their knees, handle da merchandise, then **** for a buck
Now quite peckish, haven’t eaten for days, down on one knee, oh ****

Can you see me or do you choose not to?
Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me
I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d ask about you
How did you get here, how are you going, what’s your view
On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see
Put down ya phone, look into the eyes, talk to someone anew

She’ll be right mate, but every next day, I’m still looking for a place to lay
Under a bush, upon a park bench, those **** insects, are having a field day
I’ve had enough, I got the courage, dialed the number, to get me out of here
Up pulled a Combi Van, with a smile on her face, as she wiped away a tear
Silence all the way home, just a nod or two, I'd gaze at her, the way ya do
At night, laying in bed, thoughts rushing in my head, most are true
In the morning, staring at a mirror, I finally saw the boy that my dear mom, once knew.
© Fetchitnow
21 December 2019.
(From my ‘About’ Period Collection)
Mark Dec 2019
I’ve got a lover or two  
One’s lying on da sofa, so true  
While her little sister is in da back room    
They are so dope in da bedroom, boom boom
I might’ve made an enemy
They’re both half awake, with their eyes still searching
Both luscious and bootiful, they still be wanting my attention
Their both mine for now, shush, secretly I guess  
They know I’m a little shy, by da way I quietly say, bye-bye
They go rambling on, promising not to stay out too late  
Respectfully yours  
As long as she gets down on all fours, while she roars  
I’ve got a lover or two, I’ve got a lover or two  
I blow my own mind, they be wanting to feel me  
Say, "I know they don't really believe me”  
The screams come a little to easy, their not sad, just bad
Maybe, I should be with just one at a time, not two  
But if not me, then who?  
How the hell can a man decide, which sister he should have  
I’m in a dilemma    
I swear on my oath  
Can I choose, which one I should date?  
Can I argue, which one is just a soulmate?  
Can’t I just do them......
Mark Dec 2019
(i) Amen:

Why do ya pray to me? Don't lie!
Which way do ya look up in da sky?
What do ya expect to hear?
What do ya really want to hear?
Many unbelievers, their wanting to see me, so sincere

(ii) Praying:

Are ya still around and about me, my Lord?
Will ya return someday, with one accord?
Are ya really the truth, da whole flaming truth?
Nothing but da truth, the answer, I believed in my youth
Shout out also, to da ******, the one and only, Mamma Mary
I just wish to finally get rid, of this topsy-turvy life
This boy keeps suffering sadness and strife
Without anything real, you know wat I be meaning
My eyes, they seem, to have just stopped gleaming
Give me a sign or an old fashioned message from high above
I'd ask you to give me a little bit of a shove
I just want to believe, in da trinity or you three, above
Before I finally give up, cause I'm all outta love

Stare up at da sky, kneel down in church: No!
Not knowing where to look upwards to pray; No!
Does all humanity, keep searching: No!
Here and there, my God, I need to please me

But I need, to please thee
I need, I want, I need...to please thee
I need, I want, I need...

(iii) Amen:

Why do ya pray to me? Don't lie!
Which way do ya look up in da sky?
What do ya expect to hear?
What do ya really want to hear?
Many unbelievers, their wanting to see me, so sincere


(iv) Hello:

In this life, I've been through hell, so many wrong turns
I learn, then I leave, I miss her loving, so much, it burns
So many ups and downs, I plead, it's still not goin' away
Lonely days, thinking too much, weeping nights, wherever I lay
Arising so late, smashed avocado, a table in the corner, just for one
It's better by myself, three's a crowd, so I go solo, one on one

(v) Careful:

I think I just felt a little shove, of pure love, or so it would seem
A tap on my shoulder, so slight, what does this dream mean?
Were my prayers answered, do I now believe, I cry out
Does it have to be by blind faith, scared of da truth, still having doubt
Da holy ghost, da three from above, show me da signpost
So I can live and feel, get back on da track, first and foremost

Stare up at the sky, kneel down in church: No!
Not knowing where, look upwards to pray; No!
Does all humanity, keep searching: No!
Now and then, my God, I need to please me

I need, to please thee
I need, I want, I need...to please thee
I need, I want, I need...

(vi) Amen:

Why do ya pray to me? Don't lie!
Which way do ya look up in da sky?
What do ya expect to hear?
What do ya really want to hear?
Many unbelievers, their wanting to see me, so sincere.
© Fetchitnow
21 December 2019.
(From my ‘About’ Period Collection)
Mark Dec 2019
Forever young, never to old, that’s what’s being sung
Live your life, hear, breathe, smell, touch, all inhale the air
Stories told, Chinese whispers spread, some are so far flung
Your born to live, then learn some more and know how to give
It’s a new born, now your turn, to teach the one you now bare
Stay close between, the young and old, enjoy who you’re with
Look back at a time, when you were so young, a curious mind
Look ahead of time, you’ll miss your life, there’s no rewind
Mark Nov 2019
Wandering no mans land
I’m distant, confused, you do understand
Internally bruised, not cool
Forgetting ‘bout that chin drool
I’m shuffling and and stutt stutter stuttering
Forgetting ’bout something, but don’t have nothing
Circling roundabouts, where’s the **** turn-off
Not old age, just Parkinson’s Disease, ya *******
Beginning the day, falling asleep at the wheel
Other drivers, swearing to me, am I for real
Strolling food isles, zoning out, I just paid twice
Frozen face, freezing of the gait, end of my paradise.
Keep smiling, keep going, live life to the fullest.
Mark Nov 2019
I’ve been busking about since young and fair
The atmosphere from onlookers, like skating on thin air
So unconventional, prior to the old smacking ways
That’s how I’d spend my entire waking days
Melodic riffs, dancing over bass lines
Harmonising daily, to some lonesome feeling ballads
Playing finger-style guitar, without any speeding **** hazards
            
Along the boardwalks of Venice Beach
In unlikely places, that you’d ever encounter or reach
A folksy blues musician, you can’t wait to hear
Independent, from a money-making machine, that’s so clear
A young black musician, singing ‘bout life’s rights and wrongs
With an aching intimacy, strings are strummed, to original songs
            
The overall effect is something like a blend
Of other musicians, with a depth and subtlety
More suited to the stage, than a street with a dead end
While the busking experience is fundamentally a freedom, luckily
Still taking a fading, battery-powered amp, with heaps of torque
Along with a flattop, down to the busy LA boardwalk
            
I think the best thing you learn from being downtown
Is how to be really optimistic, while still being on your own
Busking was like practicing with a metronome
It started pulling on a few chords, like not ever knowing a safe home    
Then, thoughts of ones life coming to an end, my tick-tock time
Then, I go back to playing a song, people tossing me, a silver dime
I imagine, how it would sound, playing along with four in a band
I’ve never really been dealt, a very good poker hand
Trying to re-create myself, like an over paid, auto tuned, music star
Well, as much as I could, with just a worn out, acoustic guitar
            
They say, I picked up the guitar at seven
At first trying to play lap style, just keepin’ it even
Because, I couldn’t reach across my scar torn body
Early childhood lessons, gave me a foundation in blues
After that, I wasn’t taught nothin’ by nobody
I just kept playing like that, what did I have to lose
I could learn by ear, until I heard the rings at the checkout
It would take a while, but I’d figure it out, what they were all talking
about.
© Fetchitnow
21 December 2019.
(From my ‘About’ Period Collection)
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