Attitude adjustment

When it comes to life your in control

your choices should never be a dice roll

your decision should base con's and pro's on

but whatever your choice life always goes on

don't get frustrated, deflated, depacked

life is 10% events and 90% how you react

your attitude is all you've got

so don't get down and don't get hot

stay chill and cool and you'll find what's sought

happiness is free and already bought

unpackage it anytime any place

and you'll find a smile on your face

when your backed in a corner don't get sore

because in every corner there's a hidden door

and you have the key, just grab it dude

it's not your logic or wit, but your attitude.

Shanika Williams

While corporate haunchos are making millions

The world population reaches 10 billion

We live in a country that owes others trillions

But worst of all, a story quite small, of a girl named Shanika Williams:

Her plan was quite simple, to go through life

Be a child, a student, a woman, a wife

She was on the path to make her name

To have riches and luxuries, fortune and fame

That is not what became, she lost sight of her aim

Because out, out went her flame

She then got pregnant, dropped out of school

Started waiting on 40 acres and a mule

On her five dollar couch is where she laid

In her mom’s ghetto apartment where she stayed

She flips through a water-logged classifieds

With a fatherless baby waiting inside

But no one will hire a highschool drop out

So she continues to wait for her baby to pop out

10 years later at the local salon

Shampooing hair to provide for Tysean

Her nine year old son and reason to breathe

Who kept her going since he was conceived

She gets let go from the cosmetics institution

And resorts to methods like prostitution

But one night she decided to ride the wrong dick

And a couple months later becomes quite sick

What she derived from that one man

Was like everything else, not part of the plan

She couldn’t be sure but she thought she had AIDS

But she can’t even a afford a box of band-aids

So on her five dollar couch is where she laid

In her ghetto apartment where she stayed

With her and her son unfed and unpaid

She remained on the couch and decayed.

Mimes

Some Reallllllllly old stuff. Don't judge me.

They’re disgusting, vile, putrid things

Dressed in black and white.

We see them everywhere we go,

To the left and right.

They creep up on you

Without making a sound,

So whenever it’s silent,

You know there’s mimes around.

They’re planning and plotting

A great revolution

By pritting and protting

 the worlds pollution.

Now that we can’t hear them

 or smell them either,

they can sit back

and take a breather.

But then there’s a battle,

A gigantic war,

Mimes VS. Humans…

8 against 4.

Because there are many mimes

10 trillion to be exact

There is 12 in every house,

And that’s a fact.

And if the mimes win

And we are in defeat

Mimes will rule men

We will bow to there feet.

But if the mimes lose

And we are victorious,

They will have blues

Oh, won’t that be glorious.

Until that day comes

Have a good time

And never- I said never…

Trust a mime.

McDonalds

This is some oldschool stuff right here. Like 6th grade old school.

The fun, playful,

 joyous dream,

Of going to McDonalds

is not all that it seems.

Fast food is an evil

And mischievous scheme,

If only you knew

 it would make you scream.

The BigMac isn’t getting rid of beef,

It’s making us as dumb as our commandeering chief.

It also makes us fat and super obese,

Beause we eat the whole thing instead of a piece.

With the lettuce? They deep fry it!

What about the French fries? Don’t even try it!

Well, what about the chicken and the icecream too?

One gives you AIDS and the other the flu!

So next time you’re thinking of eating a BigMac,

Try to take a tiny little snack.

Because if you choose MickyD’s

All that fatty beef & cheese

Goes way down straight to your thighs

Please don’t get me restarted on fries.

And when you think inside your head;

“Put a smile on” or “I’m lovin’ it”

You know that you are close to dead

And you should probably try to quit.

Everyone knows there’s something wrong

When they here a funeral dong,

And that’s what will become of you

Man- if only you’d have listened to yours true.

My Confined Mental Basement

Living beneath this tyrant oppression

Can definitely cause major depression

Which leads to drugs, legal? Probably not,

So you can rebel, or feel what’s sought.

But these drugs oppress you themselves

Which makes it hard to put them on the shelf

And you ask yourself rhetorical questions

Like why you partake in these horrible sessions

But can’t you see? The answer’s quite clear

When you sneak out, smoke pot and drink beer

It’s not to feel effects of those activities

It’s to feel the effect of what happens inside of me

Call it what you like, euphoria or serotonin

But that doesn’t explain why I get the jonesin

Science can’t describe, and neither can I

What makes me jones for that sense of high

And I still have yet to find a suitable replacement

That will release me from my confined mental basement

Where I’ll remain, until I find the key

That unlocks my imprisonment and sets me free

Although I don’t have the key, I see between the bars

What others take for granted will soon be ours

Me and my mind ponder in unison

For the hidden key that will set us free soon again.

Our Earth

In the beginning it was green and pure,

The Earth was in no need of a cure

But then we came, we saw, we conquered

We installed factories the size of Montford

We became these drillers and killers and loggers

We built cars and cities and river blockers

But here’s the real shocker

We sent the earth to Davy Jones’ locker

By polluting the air, water and soil

and taking coal and ore, and oil

just so we can pretend to live half royal

and have fancy things like aluminum foil.

I know a lot can change in 4 decades

But The Lorax is even more true today

Dr seuss got it right in '71

And since then we’ve done stuff that cant be undone

We have a problem that’s causing me pain

We are killing the earth and its death is in vein

From continuing to kill it we must refrain.

So please, oh please use your brain

the worlds a mess so lets get to moppin

I’d appreciate if your two cents were dropped in

start with the local organic croppin

stop with the rainforest trees a choppin

we only get one planet so we cant be swappin

hate to burst you bubble but ima keep on poppin

till the last bubble has been popped

I wont be stopped

We must adopt

This new mentality 
This is reality

I know of your vanity

But look out for humanity

Cuz your not the only fucking one

Please excuse the profanity

But this job must be done

and this job won’t be fun

from this job we cant run

This job, this job, this job…

It will require a little bit of sacrifice

We made mistakes now we must pay the price

I said it once don’t make me say it twice

We have obstacles like three blind mice

Tighten laws on all pollution

There is no short, simple solution

Its time to start the green revolution

So please make a contribution

Lets all push for recycling

Lets all push for more bike lanes

Lets all try to take short showers

Lets all vote for greener power

So now that we know what to do

We must keep on pushing and follow through

This is the time for the planet’s rebirth

Our land, our mother, our Earth.