808s-and-broken-estates

[808s-and-broken-estates]

Reckless Reeves

Target the vulnerable

that's what governments do.

And tax the wrong income

so the millionaires flew

to a set-rate country.

Reckless Reeves has no clue.

So, goes after disabled folks

because they're easier to chew

then spit out on how the numbers grew.

After promising savings from Brexit.

They lied but we can't sue.

Yes, there are those who abuse the system.

But to blame everyone really lacks the wisdom

to punish the ones who are really victims

of their bodies, out of control, so can't assist them...

©️namziirocks

[808s-and-broken-estates]

X Gon' Give U Somethin'

Depressed little boy, neglected, dejected.

To a grown ass man, selected, perfected.

Beaten and rejected.

Systematically ejected

from society's rules so feeling disconnected.

Suicide to be expected

when mental health is affected.

Yet no one ever corrected

though the thought-process was infected.

As insanity is protected

and emotions are not inspected

on the deck, wrecks and effect

as the fame interjected.

The rap game is not respected

because the old school won't accept it.

Clouds of sound not accepted.

No matter the reign, the drop affects it.

Studio magician, the one who prepped it.

Can't stop the hustle, except it

isn't what it seems because Damien kept it.

Sceptic, shit is hectic

when you're on top of the world, disinfect it.

Fake, but you can't detect it

and your lack of control, you object to it...

©️namziirocks

[808s-and-broken-estates]

Self, Luv

Trust yourself.

You're the one who's got you back.

You're the one who sees your truth

so do not focus on what you lack.

Gives you a heart attack

when the odds seem like they're stacked.

But nothing is what it seems.

You got to keep your mind on track.

Can't let the grip loose, slack

just need to hold on tight.

If it doesn't soothe your soul

then it isn't really right.

The moon shines bright

because it reflects the sunlight.

Just like the trees need to dance

for you to fly a kite.

Living is part of the fight.

Living to see another day

You can only do you best

if you have enough time to play,

and rest, and eat, and the space to say

and that sometimes the plate fills up

and instead, you need a tray...

©️namziirocks

[808s-and-broken-estates]

Cold Snap

It's freezing out there.

And it's cold in here.

I'd put on the heating

but it's fucking dear (so expensive)

So, I just wrap up (wrap up)

I put my layers on.

My scarf and gloves

can't hold this song (why?)

Because it's fire (fire)

a fuckin' fire bomb.

You see, this cold snap

can flood your home.

No gas or electric.

Stuck on your phone.

So, you order takeaways

nom nom nom nom...

©️namziirocks

[808s-and-broken-estates]

Fireflies (As The Truth Bombs)

Los Angeles is on fire.

It's burning down to ash.

Expensive homes are lost

But guess who has the cash

and they will buy up the properties,

the land of whatever is left

and the people losing everything

will feel totally bereft.

But it will be for the greater good

that's what they will claim.

Your money put your roots down

but it was all in vain.

Watch the corporations rise up

and offer you a bail out.

If all else fails, clout

Big business now owns your house.

It's the fat cats versus the little mouse.

And insurance cancelled so no pay-out.

This Disneyland isn't such a day out

but don't complain, you can't say owt

because at least your alive and breathin'

though you've lost the bet to that demon.

And who the fuck is that screamin'..?

©️ namziirocks

[808s-and-broken-estates]

Magic Mic Chronicles

The kids know that there is no meaning.

No point in life, only work & cleaning.

Knowledge has deprived them the drugs,

they're weaning.

Stuck on the highs of daily live streaming

with their audience numbers seeming they're engaged.

More likely than not, it's just this day & age.

Click on a new page just as quick

and view filtered photos of Sheilas & unsolicited Dicks.

Dress codes out the windows, we've flicked.

Behave as you please, get called out

then complain that they're sick, or you are sick

whichever clicks, digging your hole with sticks

You say you don't care in the hope that you'll get picked.

Mr Ross got ricked by a Billy goat's trick.

Man stole identity and built his own clique,

made his money, signed in bic, and left his mark.

We're going round in circles because you don't know how to park,

in the dark, there's no spark, just a light to fire this joint through the night.

Believe as you please but don't insist that you are right...

©️namziirocks

[808s-and-broken-estates]

Badman (who's robbin'?)

Fell for a badman, was told yous a madman,

but nobody listened 'cause we all on our own plans.

Now, it appears through all of the years, though

none of my wishes but come true the fears so

I'll be sincere with what I say, dear

you're nuffin but queer

an' she never needed you.

Like a copy... Big Issue!

Stopped to pursue an' question at you

but you choked and now you're broke.

Next man, next joke...

                                                    

...pass the blunt, iron lung inhale, hold the toke.

Witness the room fill slow of wedding cake smoke.

Red eye stings... Wait, I forgot what it is she spoke..?

Oh yeah! The fallin' of a badman, don't forget your coat!

Thought he caught her heart deep with his ego stroked,

wet his apetite, sweet now with vigour, soaked.

Don't take the piss, he's setting sail on this love boat.

Left her on land, drink in hand with no one to dote,

on her demands. Can't sleep on dreams that already float.

Klingon dreams, love's supreme but don't hear her gloat.

What does that mean..?

You wanna scream in vain but laced with hope..?

nothing's what it seems, the sun rays beam (well, that's my scope)

I should just mind my own damn business & keep smokin' my dope...

©️chloexodus

©️namziirocks

[808s-and-broken-estates]

Sure Shot

When you wanna do something but you're not sure what / You gotta start from the bottom then rise to the top / A mountain to climb / it's non-stop / but you gets no rewards if bubbles don't pop / can't flop / 'cos these piggies still on the crops / tryna get high but can't make the drop / it's a lot / just incase the plan does not / go to plan, nowhere fast cos it's hot / dot-to-dot / There's a new adventure on the clock / Run around town before your ass in the dock / it's not a shock / but to you, this rhyme might rock / inside your mind as the door is locked / don't knock / just keep your business on lock / and watch your back / because the bad minds out here are whipping cracks / You can't miss a point that's what they hope you lack / inside her mind, insider track / Beats on the drum, vibrations on the stack / saying that you're real is now a life hack / Go on the offensive but feel under attack / I'm just a poet. Bitch, I don't rap / cos this rapping shit here takes some skills / and I'm just writer who's matic is ill / an' I'm kinda cute, got you all in your feels / self publishing / I'm not looking for no deals...

©️namziirocks

[808s-and-broken-estates]

Coca-Loca (white boy, please)

You had the life you dreamed, a wife, the cat got the cream,

a job, more money, a house, and a rage that screams

about a love supreme for that white powder, it seems.

You want to spend all your money on the nosy streets, which means

your daughter goes without, but your conscience is clean.

Somehow, you don't give a damn as it falls apart at the seams.

Your rich family bails you out, so you can't ever wean

yourself from the bad habits. That is your life, you have deemed.

So, you're living as solo, forget you're part of a team.

Dirty sweats make you loco and leave a grimey-ass sheen

on the covers. Undercover. No rescue signals to beam.

More concerned about "rep" like a socially influenced teen.

You expect your wife to ignore all the slackness she's seen.

With grown man character flaws, act like it's all a bad dream.

Force her to carry your burdens, all your poor choices, in reams

and it's never your fault. It's always James's or Dean's.

White boy, please.

So, got a mountain of debt, and you got nowhere to turn.

Your wife could build up them bridges, but you just want them to burn.

It justifies all your weakness. When addiction kicks in and yearns

for that little line of happy. Llike you have no other concern.

This is the life you are choosing because nothing better was earned.

You are just a spoilt rich kid who chose a lesson, not to learn

And out your mouth comes the lies, your wife sees your jaw churn

But you're convinced you're speaking truth. These delusions light the fire for your urn.

White boy, please.

For Ash.

©️namziirocks