dont shoot me.......

Please don’t shoot me down/
don’t pin me down, am warning don’t write me off/
am the one you’ll see falling across helping you not to go off/
this industry is flooded with so much baby emcees /
who feels the conquer because they got air play/
to me they are just some noise being given an air play/
am not in any mood to sit and play around like kids with clay/
the modeling am doing is redefining this game/
not claim to do but actually to it , and ensure it sinks down to root/
an true I don’t betray the place am from I call it our roots/
am I to present a report to defend this game?/
man I don’t want to play this around in the name of the game/
I know so many bitch ass Niggaz will be hating/
please don’t hate what you cant understand not even conquer/
am more of an empire I rule myself and at this rate I will succeed KRS/
for I don’t give a fuck as I careless, bout the sick nursery lines flooding the market/
every one going gangster with some phat quotes on the word/
I think the focus is getting off sight. Any fuck who got money claims to be king/
I wonder what the mayor will do if every sick emcee claims king of the city /
this is me am falling harder by the day,/
stronger than hail storm the stones which confuses the stupid to be snow./
I will make this city glow ask Majiwa he will confirm that to you/
please don’t waste time hating , I studied the game fine and good/
it falls on my lap like bitch in apple bees doing me some lap dance/
I will frustrate any who stands to judge me/
for it’s the almighty God who can judge me/
at times it feels am against the world like Afeni’s late son/
but as I take my strides beneath the hot sun/
I will walk proud with my head high, adopt me /
the sick emcees who rhyme deprived, I will help to derive/
with your sickness you are headed for nothing , disappear in thin air like Zim/
a country using its currency to wrap meat from butcheries /
I will do this so effortless for am greater than what you think is great/
I will flex my muscles and you’ll see an album./
stretch like rubber and reach every end like it has never been reached before/
am rhyme blessed and just fallen short of money to publicize my self/
I can write this the whole time but the bottom line is the bitch Niggaz will never learn and hate, don’t be insensitive…

the climate......

The climate, yep the climate, all we talk of most time is hate leaving out the climate/
today is a new date where the will be no hate /
wait there will be no heist or even to hesitate to say good about the date/
to those who feel this call fall then consider it a check mate/
see me like the only hope coming from the gate/
am knowledgeable just like bill gates / well I was to talk about the climate and the good we get/
I see the sun is out the farmers can do there hay well/
the lovely gals can walk in there sun dresses and the Niggaz can roll out with some vest/
not that they need to show there chest /
I feel like to be going on a hunt for a chest /
then again that is an imagination nice as it falls/
its a good climate to just have some fun, dry some maize /
to go out for ice-cream solving some maze/
its never been better than this before, this is clean air/
and for sure am destined for being a heir /
am good am free not closed in a room with no windows to see out. /
I know I can’t be Lupe but trust I can bring some Fiasco as well/
yep am feeling like the one given the delegation to ensure this climate favorable/
I know am more than able just like Adam’s son Abel/
I need no support for am far than what people call stable/
like Jean Gray I feel my flow and how I write and thank God for the second chance he gave me/ look at me am leaning on the lord’s side,/
never smoked the weed never planted the weed but knows the weed/
this is what we call a good life just Like Kanye talked of/
I don’t have so much but the little I have fits right in /
I don’t date miss world or miss Kenya but the gal I know is more than just the titles/
I saw the light long time and i don’t get to church for I trust in God and not a building which is more of a business/
God is omnipresent and i don’t need the church to get to him /
as I said am leaning on the lord’s side, a side full of good and all i need/
i thank God for the zeal and skill.........................

the life i live..........

This is the definition of the life I live, /
It’s all smoke and all I hear is people coughing louder,/
it seems to be competition of who can be loudest,/
then again its not fun but its suffering we go through in the nation./
The rich are becoming richer by the day buying weapons of war /
We are at peace, you wonder is someone making business/
Out of war in another country or it’s just because we are scared/
That is why we protect ourselves,/
We are not in peace that we claim we are in.All we need a day free from hospitals,
Free from police stations for there will be no criminals.
A society where every one is open of what they feel,
And cares for the good of mankind.
Then again we are in slumber and he sleep is good and so deep,
So we wake up and find this world,
Where we can’t survive without the police system
We want the police to live beside us,
The systems in the county can’t work with no governments,
We are still far from what we call hope and who is to take us there?
Who is to make us walk and see the other end?
That’s the question I have in mind
So please give me chance to air my views
Like that I feel my problem with our leaders is half solved
For I have offered educating to one who dint know.
thats the truth.............

am not busy its just the system.....

Am not playing lost am just busy/
this life is so hard if you relax you go hungry/
back then i’d swim in the lake on the lake side feel free/
now the lake is infected by a weed eating it up its not free/
am like does it have to be messed up/
its like the more we get older the system goes messed up/
we had a president tho’ not the best but was in charge/
now we have too much power floating allover the place/
everybody want to president, and to be a state house resident/
Wiky Mosh rest in peace, the Nigga did joints kept clubs banging/
K-rupt, rest in peace fell to the gang banging/
music was defined and it was done outa love but now its done for nothing/
i cant even tell how it falls but i am missing out on the past./
As i take you thru the memory lane without E-sir rest in peace/
i have to hold on to the Jesus piece, to show me there is some peace/
there are no words to explain how i miss the past but its gone and never to be back/
the idea of each day falls with new problems freaks me out/
and yet the past problems are not even out/
life seems to be in some dense black out/
everything is not moving its like we are all cut out /
sometime I feel like someone to come in and knock me out/
this life is never a slam dank, but its more of a spoilt dank/
all I have is questions in my head and I don’t want to stress the lord/
I know he too wonders what went wrong with this world/
we have be come so dependant on money and it has become the drive in our lives/
even the leaves on the trees needs money to get manure to hold on the ground /
the high profile Niggaz in leadership have nothing to offer even there homes are drowning in hunger/
and he calls himself the vice president /
all I see is a loss in humanity and a dent in an extent/
M . O.1 was a real Nigga, he took care of us/
we are much worse by the day it gets worse/
we have a province which is idle and feels not part of the state. /
We still fall back and leave in hate, this is just a waste/
I can’t realize what good is there in this world for it crumbles by the day/
do I have to give leaflets on the instructions to take? And make this place a better world? /
my life is just on a rough edge, and I feel like am on a sledge/
the life in the past seemed to be easy /
I had no body to worry about, things were in place but now its not/
I cant keep a cow that am not sure if its being milked elsewhere/
for me it will be no use to me keeping such a cow/
I cant share the proceeds from my cow with someone else/
I will raise my voice as Eric Cartman did and say I miss the past days…..

This is my melody, I am always wondering when it will fall in place.

They call me Mr. G they don’t even understand why I call my self G, /
But they just go on and call me, am a certified hustler, /
I pain when I hurt I bleed when am cut it make me no different to other beings. /
I call my self G just to show ppl who love me to always have it am strong, /
Yes I am but at time I fold. I remember being young and naive, /
Knew nothing, and had nothing so dependant on my mum to do all I needed, /
Now am grown, am looking at myself on the mirror and I see a grow ass man, /
Who needs to settle down and be with a family, probably a wife and some kids, /
I got no time to waste in earth, I have lived as a kid now am all grown up, /
I love what I do and how I do it, this is my life I trust in it, /
But each day I have to face opposition each day, weighing me down, /
I have become a small god in this earth always bailing gals who don’t have ne sense, /
I meet one who could just cook and nothing more she could do, /
To me cooking is a hobby I do when am free to her it was a Career, /
And not for a hotel but for an individual who made her look like a house help. /
Man this life is so sick, /
I meet another one who was developing a career of flirting with men on the internet, /
Telling every man to hook her up and tell them every shit over the net, /
Well it came to happen she works in browsing station which was damn slow and fucked up. /
This is not me I am all wondering what the hell is happing to me it’s all sick and retarded, /
So fucked up and that’s the truth at hand. /
There is this one who I have known my life and turns ups to be falling in love with someone else, /
And not being respectful to me. /
Well that’s life so dark and sick its stinks and that how it will always be. /
What now do? Pray to God for some miracle for I need one /
Not just an ordinary one but one that will lift my soul blesses my hand and always be with me. /
It’s like business gone bad but that how it is, never moving ahead, /
Never finding the right thing at my hand. Always falling for the wrong things, /
Man I need a break thru’ to lift me up and just give me a reason to be. /
I trust in hip hop for it has never messed me up it keeps on giving me hope /
Lifting me showing me we are many on a struggle, /
Not the same but sharing a disappointment of a kind, /
As I said this is my melody and it will reign forever in me. I love hip hop....

September 29th

Today is a new day; it’s like the sunny day/
– to farmers who are out to make hay./
So many years down the line it was a great day,/
my mum was just about to give birth to a son who would make her days./
Dad was there seeing his second born child being introduced into this world./
To day I stand saying it’s anew day making the best form it,/
I will leave the dream they have always mentioned./
I walked each day and now am done with books /
Never disappointed but always here to make it better by the day./
It’s the ninth month on the twenty ninth day, /
a great day call it a fluke but a great man was born/
each day I want to make it better and this year am reaching far beyond the sky . /
I give God thanks for all the best he has done seeing me thru’ till this day,
I thank Him, I praise his name acclaim his might and all he’s done./
Its September 29th the greatest day of my life thanks be to God for it.

Tribute to Anne Ofula.

She indeed made journalism a profession of demand, she was effortless in what she did, made it fun to study the art of broadcasting, and for sure she will be missed by the people who knew her. When KBC was VOK she was just ok. Even in the exodus to the so called power media house, she remained at the VOK house. It changed to be KBC , but still- she was there to stay. To her she was the power and dint need to shift to find home to other joints. She has inspired many by her character and her voice when broadcasting the news. She is a pioneer to the media fraternity. She is a legend and the rest are just but imitates. She made all know that you can survive and make it to success any where and any place. So outstanding so great in what she did. To me i have lost a mum in the media scene. At times you wonder why death has to take the good away, but i know she is with God who will even give her a better job to do. This is to give thanks for a life well lived and the path well defined. Open doors to many. Back in the rural, where KBC is the main thing she made hearts warm and gave them a smile a reason to sit and listen to her. She was a darling to many and she will always be in our hearts, the Almighty God gives and he has taken away, he has picked the best for a reason and one day we shall meet again. To me i pay my tribute to her and to all she has done. God bless and rest her soul in peace.

please.......

Please sit back and put some sugar in your ice tea. /Listen, I'm more like a virus, they’re more like a sneeze./ Cancerous Rhymes bringin' the so called beasts to their knees,/ I'm more than boat, I am a ship and music is my sea./ I will make you a carcass and gather some flees,/ if you feel you cant take me no more please just flee,/ I kick so hard like my name is Bruce Lee,/ Am colder than ice and the so called hot - I’ll make you freeze,/ Man look at the sequence this drops fresh just like breeze./ I can hook you up with some rhymes just as freebees,/ I more like the contraceptives, always in seasons/ You don’t need to be told for I think you know the reason/ If you think you will conquer with half ass-flow, /Then you will drown right in my tight ass-flow/ This flow is dope as crack, so hard to crack/ This is educative but more of indicative/ It’s like its creating a boundary between the rhyme heads and the rhyme-less/ The word deprived people who can’t even think of there own/ I own the industry if you doubt that come and face me/ Believe me am more than what you ever thot of, you can’t see me/

keep running!!!

I don't want to run no more, but I know that if I stop I'll be another person headed to heaven, there are only two places we are headed for, either dead or in jail, the system is made to frustrate the youth, to make you give up, it doesn’t want anyone to visualize, to analyze any thing that will keep you on a pay role, I’m never writing bout love for all my life its been a hustle. The police look at me like I'm a slanger, I feel like they are making threats to my family its like am in danger, the security is a laps, and all I think is to have a gun, you wonder who can you run to when the gangs are on your back. Mothers and fathers separated from there sons, either to death by sick gang wars hitting the streets or to sentence to jail term without trial. The system we are to count on and trust in, is taking us out with every struggle. Nothing comes straight all at an angle, you got to keep you head up to make it to the other end, am not even certain about heaven, so I cant even tell how being dead feels. Life expectancy has fallen its 45 of life or even minimal, communities are being treated as criminals. We have gangs that we identify with from mungiki to Taliban then to the other crazy names, we live in fear yet we claim sovereignty, I ask where the fucking justice is, I see judges and the law makers messing up with our heads. There are no clear facts just bloated stories, we ain’t kids why do we have to be lied to? I have toiled so hard in this land and, why should all I worked for just get of my sight, or is it that there are person of better degree than I am? I’d be seen on the streets and not talk to the police, the system in the country, the state is all, is guilty until proven innocent, this is the only country that you can serve a jail term before being heard in courts, why do we have to worry so much bout tomorrow, and get afraid to borrow, we don’t trust no body for I was raised by the street code, don’t trust the judicial system I was born with the G code and it was embedded in my blood, I was born guilty and I don’t need to suffer for that, I’d shoot guns if I had one and fight battles in the hood to keep safe, there are leaks in the system and its sinking the security of this country, we got mob stars calling themselves gangsters in national TV, the police is doing worse by advertising them as wanted on the dailies, and life is becoming to tight to survive, its like living in a small place as the hives. It’s a battle of the haves and the have not, the one who can be safe and the ones who are out to burn, we’re in the struggle like a light from a candle in a stormy windy day, our race is in extinct, that is the ones who can speak the truth and set the nation free, and make it a free will. Am not trying to be a hero or something of the kind, for I may end up in jail or detained or even worse that what one can imagine. Life’s so fucked up, gals gone clear heals boys gone puffing drugs. It’s a hustle but who’ll save us from this, I have worked so hard to make a difference but when you step in, your seen as the worst and jail is knocking at the door, so why the struggle, keep running……