this month has been one step forward, then two steps back,
yep its crap, i wanted it to take off like a jet pack,
but its all gone wrong and I've gotta accept that,
now my moods all dark like jet black.
my pay cheque, less tax, was two grand down when i checked that,
it got me stressed to the max,
so i took a step back, to inspect the facts,
whoever did this is gonna get their neck snapped,
for the respect they lacked.
you can bet that's a fact.
then my car just died, mate i laughed and cried,
feels like im swimming against a faster tide,
and for the parts i tried, to search far and wide,
even my father sighed, when i told him and took away half my pride.
but anyway i fixed it, and the bill i paid made me feel a bit sick,
the problem with bad luck is that sh.it sticks,
and it was the very next day that the next bit hit.
i shouldn't admit this,
but i call my Mrs honey cos she's sweet but a bit thick,
she's more inclined to check her lipstick, than the oil in her car with her dipstick,
that might sound chauvanistic, but with this chick you've got to be a bit realistic,
she said my cars broke down now im stuck like pritt stick,
is god sadistic? what the fu.ck is this?
has the apocalypse hit cos im about to go ballistic.
so i went to the bank to see what we could afford to pay,
on the way i raised my eyes up to the lord to pray,
i said lord its James i hope you're feeling bored today,
i need your help both our cars have been through the wars again,
a ford k a and a Honda accord in grey,
then a dove leapt up and just soared away.
but it turns out to god im just a laughing stock,
cos i turned up at the bank to see my cards been blocked,
apparently people tried to take money out of it,
i felt the pressure building and could tell i was about to flip,
i couldn't help myself, i just had to fuc.king shout a bit,
the cashier started spouting sh.it,
about how i should calm down and sit,
feels like im hanging on by fingertips while the mountain slips.

No reviews. No one to battle. Only two reasons i started posting here.
Thinking of retiring from music banter.
Let me know if you want me to keep posting.

something to celebrate 2000 hits
 

Call me dead prez, cos im bigger than hip hop,
Yo think you're sh.it hot, but really you're talking sh.it, stop,
my fist drops then your lips pop.
Mate You think its your time well its not, just look at your wrist watch,
Bitch what? I wouldn't give you the fumes off my piss pot,
But I can still make you jump like criss cross.
Time ticks by like tick tock, but if you blink for a second you might miss a lot,
You'll wake up in the future and you'll wish you stopped,
Just fuc.king switched it off, but instead you just sniff the rock,
blaze spliffs of pot, not forgetting all the trips you drop.
These days you wonder why nothings changed,
Ten years later and Its still the fuc.king same,
You thought by now you'd be flush in a range, rover,
but you're still going to work on the busses and trains, over.
Look james is puffing again, smoker,
It's like he's stuck in some chains, broker,
Not richer, not even by a whisker, he's out of luck and it's game over.

Please watch and let me know what you think. Really would love to know what other people think of my lyrics. Thanks

I'm bored out of my brain

WHO WANTS TO BATTLE?

Someone out there must be up to the task

Trying to attach something and dont know if it had worked. Sorry for wasting your time if it hasn't.

First one is my dad and my daughter when she was a baby.
Second one is my mum and my daughter more recently.

I know its not really relevant but I never used to be any good at this kind of stuff and was quite proud of them. Lets say its cover art if that helps. What u think?

Surell? Sparky? Are you there bro?
Or are you shopping for something that helps public hair grow?
Cos that'd explain why you've gone quiet like a scarecrow,
Do I care? No. I got bare flows, sipping tequilas but I don't wear no sombrero.
I swear though, everywhere I go, I make my fair share of foes,
but they're pros, compared to those you two are a pair of ho's.
That line right there's cold, so much so the air froze,
Everyone everywhere rose, and cheered as the fanfare blows,
now you don't dare appose, you came too late and the fair's closed.
Beware my prose, will make your girl not want to wear her clothes,
If I asked she'd meet me anywhere I chose,
There she goes, your fair betrothed.
So if you battle me mate your prospects are slim, so don't expect to win,
cos it normally ends with me having to text or ring up your next of kin,
"Sorry sir but I regret that skin is all that's left of him".
its quite a mess you're in, your text like flesh festoring,
but now the bets are in so fuc.k it let's begin

I just want you to know you mean so much to me,
You must believe, I never meant to cut you deep.
But the things you said tonight left me too crushed to speak,
Cos it breaks my heart knowing you've lost your trust in me,
And that I've caused you pain enough to weep,
Built up to a point that it must release, cos it's too much to keep.
Saw a single teardrop falling so I reached out and brushed your cheek,
Tried to be strong for you but I'm just too weak,
All the hurt in that teardrop just stuck to me,
Felt like my heart got clutched and squeezed,
What was calm seas just got blustery.
I need your love more than I need stuff to breathe,
And it sucks for me, cos This isn't how I wanted us to be.
When I met you all my dreams came true but now they're stuck in custody,
So at night it's tough to sleep.
I'm haunted by that teardrop, it's left me a broken man,
What of all our hopes and plans, us holding hands on molten sands,
We spoke of lands, of using boats and trams and golden tans,
Now life's just cold and bland, since you grabbed your coat and ran.