i do re-call!!!

In every way i can’t trade for my past days, Lemme take you back, i remember my past days, they were good days i reminisce my past days, life was way easy in the back days./I remember being young and naive, any thing i was asked for, I’d give./ walking bare feet, playing in the mud, when the rains pours/ when there was no play stations to pass time with like the kids of this times/ all we knew was to make cars outa mud and call it a toy/ i did indeed enjoy my days as a kid/ and i dint regret even every second i was there/ life was easy all we cared is food to eat and a place to sleep/ be good and respectful to out folks and be good/ growing up in the hood, teaching me every way to be hardworking/ we never puffed drugs for we saw what wrong it did/ in did today’s kids got no manners, but that’s what they call life/ i cant get any reason from it/ if i had the chance I’d go back and be in those times/ when music was music when Pac was running the streets/ when boys to men were still boys and doing there shuffle/ but now its more like a scuffle/ i reminisce on my past days...

i do re-call!!!

In every way i can’t trade for my past days, Lemme take you back, i remember my past days, they were good days i reminisce my past days, life was way easy in the back days./I remember being young and naive, any thing i was asked for, I’d give./ walking bare feet, playing in the mud, when the rains pours/ when there was no play stations to pass time with like the kids of this times/ all we knew was to make cars outa mud and call it a toy/ i did indeed enjoy my days as a kid/ and i dint regret even every second i was there/ life was easy all we cared is food to eat and a place to sleep/ be good and respectful to out folks and be good/ growing up in the hood, teaching me every way to be hardworking/ we never puffed drugs for we saw what wrong it did/ in did today’s kids got no manners, but that’s what they call life/ i cant get any reason from it/ if i had the chance I’d go back and be in those times/ when music was music when Pac was running the streets/ when boys to men were still boys and doing there shuffle/ but now its more like a scuffle/ i reminisce on my past days...

it is celebrations in heaven as well

Celebrations are hitting town to town, city to city, country to country and continent to continent. We have seen celebrations done all over the places in the world and in Kogelo, Kenya so many cows have lost there lives due to the political victory in just concluded US elections, there is one place people are not giving a look and fore seeing what the celebrations are going on there. Am reporting live from heaven and i am George Hussein, every one here is in party mood and its the only time the Almighty has allowed wine into the premise as a party instrument and not for digestion as before, Moses is on the decks and spinning the wheels of steel, and Noah is the lead MC of the Event. After staying the whole night waiting for the results now they can call it a celebration. God has made his Press conference and some of the things he has mentioned include his full support for the President elect Barrack Obama and he was in a jovial mood and he says he will work with him to make earth a better place and for sure some of the key things he mentioned is people should learn and work for unity. He mentioned creating us from his own image and we should be proud of the President Elect in the US. His speech was rather short but he was very emotional for his son Barrack Obama has won the election. He fore sees success and promised his helping hand to guide President Barrack Obama. People are every where i can see Samson on the dance floor and all he told me Was “I cant believe another black man has rose to power and is seen as hope, i am black from Ethiopia and i had power like physical and he is from Kenya and with political power. The world has seen black is power and more so good fresh power” those are his words Samson who was once the strongest man who ever lived. Angle Gabriel is so full of joy can’t even figure out how to express it, his robe has swept the dance floor while he was dancing and for sure it’s very slippery. Elijah is chanting “tonight!!! we getting Holy Ghost Crazy” i mean he has been dancing ever since the elections were cast early November 4th , the mood here is more than the State of Illinois, reports are falling that God has gone to take a rest and Jesus is left in charge of the celebrations going on in Heaven at the God’s tears Garden, the attendants are so many close to half a million people, this is for sure victory here in heaven and its loud i cant even hear my voice, i have had a few interviews with some high profile people here and all of them talk of true change and excitement is all shown on there faces. I talked to Peter, Zachariah, Obadiah and Isaac and they are all happy and are sending congratulatory messages to Obama. Well at this rate and with Jesus in charge he may turn every liquid to wine even bath water. Any way lets hope Jesus will not do that. It is evident that President Barrack Obama enjoys support all over the world and also in heaven. It is not only in Kogelo, Kenya where the party’s at. The party is all over the world from Chicago to Japan here in heaven and every where. Well I don’t want to miss out the party so i will hand back to our correspondent back in earth. Wait!!! I hear reports’ coming that Obama is the second Christ and that is from a Memo Written by God and he is granting him the wisdom better than the great King Solomon to guide this world and unite the nation. And there it is, he is declared the SECOND CHRIST, that’s it form me George Hussein back to our correspondent in earth.

Hip hop!!!

Woke up this day found a letter that she wrote/
she is telling me she is feed up and always alone/
she is like she was loved and everyone wanted to be with her/
but at the moment she is abandoned and left alone/
the few who wants her are not proud of her/
they keep hiding any time they associate with her/
they tried to make her for sale but business was not the reason she was born/
she was born to keep it real and demonstrate the struggle to the bone/
what more can she say, she’s sad and not happy at all/
on her letter she pleads not to let her die but to give her life/
to support her and tell the world of her goodness/
she has been abandoned by the new generation movement /
claiming she ain’t fit to placed right in/
what more can she do? She grows when given the chance/
at the moment there ain’t no chance /
things are just falling like with stance/
she is falling off and she will be gone and there will no more of her/
even Nas did declare she is dead/
he dint show her love just wanted to burry her /
I make a promise to hold on to her to the very end/
I will keep her alive and make her grow/
draw the significance of her in our society/
this letter for sure has made be break down/
and I will work damn hard not to let her down/
if every one is leaving her alone I will house her and keep her/
I seek for the true restoration and support the only men who loved her (KRS, Cool Herc) there are many who claim to love but the y keep cheating on her (LL)/
there has to be pillars to support this all through (common sense)/ j
ust like Rakim let be real with her and show some real love/
this is what the next generation will learn form /
they will read from, see this lovely game and fall in love with/
am in love and am not ashamed for I know its what it is/
ever since my love I have seen the light, in deed it shined so bright and that was the deal/
she was so fine so beautiful and since then I pledge a tribute to her. She has taught me every thing I’ve known/
E. M. I. G double E it’s me I stand to represent/
and anyone who hate I resent/
this is hip hop and truth is that it’s falling away and it needs support/
so help if you may……..

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....