Political Bullshit

The world hates honesty, so white lies became the reality
Like folk tales, different versions of the same story
We getting lazy, we don’t ask questions no more
When what you believe in is based from who you believe in
Conservative or liberal, red or blue, which one are you?
You can only be one, choose sides and stick with it
Makes me sick when I think of it, defections are blasphemous
Smear campaigns are vicious and anonymous
That’s why I don’t fuck with politics, only policies
Never make my mind up without knowing what it’s about
So the next time I’ve to choose side, I’ll choose wisely
But if it’s for a loved one, it’s a whole different story

Politics and Life politics

I wished I was a flower (Part 1)

I wished I was a flower, sprout in the ghetto

Not from fresh meadows where life’s a rainbow

Towering, taunting me with 7 heavenly colours

One for each sin, illusions of a beautiful world

Never satisfied with real life, I invest in reel life

My mind itching for travels to experience man’s trife

I’m a gangster, drug dealer, undercover, cop killer

I live through the eyes of actors, writers and directors

I put on many faces, rap stories are synonymous

Mafioso mentality, you can see it in my genes/jeans

9 Millie on my waist as I sit back with my Buddha sack

Puff away my smoke dreams, it was never meant to be

trife - hustle, living in harsh conditions

9 millie - 9 millimeter gun

Buddha sack - A bag of Marijuana

She left me for Milan for a blind man

My goodbyes, she went away a weekend ago
A mute, she left without saying a word
She said I never listened and I never cared
She said I never took time to ask her how she felt

How do I listen when there is no conversation?
All she wanted to talk about was the way she looks
She never happy, bulimic for praises when I give her
Wants me to take her out for dinner but never eats

Met a fresh graduate at the bar a few days ago
Had designs on her, promises designer clothes for her
Told her that’s not what she wants, she wouldn’t listen
She said I never know what she wants, never understood her

So she packed her bags, stormed out the apartment
Took her friend Elle’s advices, always think for her
Leave me for Milan if she knows what’s best for her
She wants Coaches for her bags and I’m never giving her

So off she goes to Milan chasing her dreams
She was told she was a star, wants her on the screen
A star for home movies, she’s now on computer screens
She finally gets her dreams of being seen, but she wears nothing

She left me for Milan with a blind man
She left me for Milan for a blind man
She left me for a man who didn’t see her they way I do
She left me for Milan for a blind man

The Rose That Grew From Concrete

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong, it learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared

- Tupac Shakur (June 16, 1971 — September 13, 1996)

The Question

Trickling down her cheeks, her tears pregnant with anxiety
Wondering if it is or not supposed to be
Infant size relationship, nurture it instead
Vices took over, Monday morning hangover
Alcoholic mix, she should have stayed away
Drunk with love, she sipped the night away
Intoxicated she was, never his intention
When lust took over, no control over temptation
"Cuddle me baby, I know you want me"
Mentally, his thoughts caresses her body
She knew it was wrong , felt it kicking inside
but what she felt wrong was knowing it was a lie
Yes, she wants it, yes, yes she needs it
Couldn't let it show, women's pride she breathes
Dropping hints, hopefully he could catch on
Almost 16 weeks now, should she abort or hold on?

p/s: Its an earlier piece but I still get the satisfaction when reading it like I just made it yesterday

Dear Sunshine

Dear Sunshine... How are you? How have you been?

It’s been awhile since you left, it has never been the same since

The weather here has been crazy, forecast is gloomy

Dark clouds came over last week and wouldn’t leave

Thought that was what I wanted, there was an air about her

A cool demeanour, our conversations were breezy

But when she poured her hearts out, that’s when I found out

Her wailing cries thundering, I couldn’t get out

That’s when I realised I’ve been taking you for granted

Should have been grateful but now I’ve seen the light

Days when I shunned from your heat, constantly seeking shelter

Now I need your warmth in my body, will you come back to me?

I missed the morning walks in the park, the chirping of the birds

Nature’s music to my ears, damn... I wished you were here

I’m writing you this letter with hope you shine my life again

Patiently waiting... with love...the Singapore Son

p/s: Is this a letter to the sun or to a girl? think about it

Addict

When even eyes deceives, nothing is never it seem
Then how do u separate the bitches from the queens?
They say look in the heart, but the heart is shattered
Twisted, tormented; the scars powdered up with smiles

Dresses as a clown but her lipsticks can’t cover her frowns

She can’t be, won’t be left alone; to the web she goes

A black widow, she attracts males with her profiles

Her smiles hypnotizes and her needs can’t be turned down

He was a virgin of love, never ever had a girlfriend

Had a crush once, his teenage flame got him burned down

For his eyes are blinded by her beauty, wouldn’t see the ugly
Love is a 4 letter word but so too are lust and slut right?

Struggling to get away, like an addict he craves for more

“Just once more, once more I promised”, just once more

Sprawling on the floor, he succumbs to the heroin/heroine whore