X + Y,why? I don’t need to know !
For to the shop i will not go and ask for 2 x of oranges
And 4 y of apples – why not teach me something worthwhile
That will get me places I WANT to be.
Why ask me to attend detention for it was you
Who was not paying attention to the guy who in fact
Threw his pencil at me. You’d rather check your phone
And update your status, arrive late to class and
Expect me to turn up on time. Expect me to do
Things by myself and then tell me I’m doing things
Wrong every time. Inspiration, creation and imagination
These are my motivation; I must be free from you
These thoughts, these things after all I’m only human.
Tell myself to keep going just until I’ve had enough,
I’m not gonna let no maggot f**k my world up,
Keep going ’til i reach my goals fight through
The blistering cold, rain and the snow, hours and hours
For you to shut me down and just say no.
Well now, I’m standing up and not taking the joke
Eventually we might meet down the same road
And realising what we said was worth
We know that all we did was hurt
But thats not why I’m writing this verse, no,
I’m here to express
I’m here to write out all of my best
And not to let fools get in my head
I’m here now to write down and mend a broken soul
Reaching near the end.
Drugs, alcohol, sex.
It’s all great fun until a
Young teen slips up and now is
On the run.
Pressure from teachers, parents’ authority
And society all to be even
More brainwashed than the next
Person. No wonder people are
going to drugs and alcohol
and they have cheek to say “our fault”.
How is a teenager supposed to
Get a job by knowing the
Value of x and all my
Friends think about is having sex.
All I Want to be is a Boxer
All I want to be is a boxer
Cause thats cool and thats just me and just
Who I want to be, I just want to be like the great Muhammad Ali.
Boxing is tough and yes, some people may say its rough,
But it makes you fit and also alows you to be able to take a lit
If I’m a boxer I may get a few stitches
But I’ll also be getting all the girls.
And that’s cool with me cause all you can want is women, drink
And to be the best you can be.
Bang, he hit me
I fell but i felt strong
Why me, why always me?
Maybe its time to change
Or maybe I should protect myself
I remember back to when it began
I was soft, I was weak
But now I’m different
I feel a surge of energy inside
I rise and I strike him
“Oi, Stephan come here now” I hear
Of course when I retaliate i get caught
Nothing seems to go my way
Why am I so unlucky?
I’ll only drink a few.
It’s a struggle to open the door.
Starting to get sick,
In the hospital staying up late
I’ll never drink again.
He stalks his victims every night
Anything that comes into his sight
And with a deep but silent lunge
He carries his victims to the darkness beyond
They say he’s afraid of garlic or stakes
Thats all lies, like Dracula used to be fake
By morning he’s vulnerable like a rabbit in a lion’s mouth
By dark, he’s the Lord of the Crimson Night
He sees a victim and jumps up high
And attacks it with a huge sigh.
Sixteen. People think its all ahead of me. Expected to act our age become more
Strive to better things but we’re being held back by ones trying to drive us on.
Sixteen tough age expected to act like adults but treated like kids. Not allowed to
Make our own decisions, bound to the will of our parents and teachers.
Sixteen forced to do pointless subjects in school that will never really be used in the
Future, put into situations that will never come up again in our lives.
Sixteen not allowed to vote for a government that will shape our future or create the
Rules that we have to follow. What i really think is that we should make our own choices.
School is such a skank ass drool
All the books and think they’re cool
Then the teachers high and mighty
Never let you think your rightly
Many people think its good
Not the people in the hood.
Live in the countryside all my the time
In a peaceful place there is no crime
Only the knackers coming door to door
Trying to sell ya anything from gates to floors
Farmers is all that’s here
Spreading shite in a new John Deere’s
This is actually a terrible poem
Screw all of this I’m going home.
Driving down the road in an Audi A4
Blaring tunes like were feckin’ Macklemore
Put the foot to the floor
As we make her roar.
I hate the pressure of school
The Leaving Cert. meaning everything in life
Pressure to be good at sports
At the top level, to eat properly.
All I want to do is have fun
Without my parents giving me grief.
You Foreign Oppressors
Why do you take over countries you think are lesser?
You send over your brainwashed people to my country and
Lead them to believe that they’re still part of yours but
They’re in mine. the same people who discriminate against my kind for 300 years.
These Unionists we give out about refugees coming in
Even though they came here with a better reason than them.
You’ve brought nothing but hardship to this island
And tried to destroy all hope of a 32-county Ireland
A republic free of your tyranny
A republic free of poverty
A republic free of inequality
A republic free for its people.
I hate the people in this town
They think they own the King’s crown
I wish they knew they looked like clowns
They give me such a frown
They don’t even know their nouns
They cant even last three rounds.
I’m in school and told to write a poem
I should be at home cuz i know not my abc’s
I put my pen on the paper while the teacher is back later
I write about how much i go to school and im still a tool
On This Day a Year Ago
My life was hell, my head was sore
Stuck inside, locked in a room
The big JC was real
Oh so bored i could not deal
Big thick books all in my face
Shakespeare’s Hamlet to my dismay
Merchant of Venice, g’way.
ISIS, they are not the nicest
They are putting people in crisis
They like their wive’s young
They are having great fun
A terrorist group is what they’re running
They will be doing a bit of bombing.