A Day In The Life Of Chris Summers...
A Day In the Life Of Chris Summers....
6:30am....Monday 5th of January, 2004....
"Chris...Chris...Wake up.....Come On, Get out of bed, Youve got to go to College..!"
"Orite Babes....Fuckin Hell...!"
"Come On...!"
"FUCKIN HELL...Orite....!!"
10 minuits later
"Rite, Im off..Ill cya later babes, Love You...!"
"Have Fun. Love you to....!"
*Puts EarPhones into ears, Shuts Door, And walks onto the pavement...*
A Long Day Begins Again, Im off to College,gain Knowledge And see my friends//
See alchoholics waking up Amenzed, A rough nite sleep from kippin on a Bench//
Sulffuric smells of burnt out rubber,the blood of clubbers spilt on housin walls//
Memories of brawls we had as Rebels,We went thru shit to steal from shopin malls//
I see the sun start shinin through thr clowds,crowds of comuters blok my way//
I catch my Bus without me hearing sounds,Aesop clowning the state of music today//
I sit on chairs with virus graffiti starring,My musics blaring through my ears by now//
Im watchin pensioners catch the early treck,Their scared of crossin youth that Holler and howl//
By now its 8:22 and im yawnin tired, Thinkin why the fuck did i get my self fired//
Their saying my contracts now Expired,but its only six weeks since my ass whas hired//
By now i reach the gates of college,I meet my Bretherins at the canteene//
With half an houre to sit here talkin, Im askin Liam bout this girl, Mylene//
We sit and Joke to notice quickly,that another squadrons suddenly parted//
By then i tell my Boys to come with me, because i knew that troubles started//
A Day Can Start so sweet But are you ready for sudden changes//
Are you made to take these actions, or are you affraid to make these wages//
Its funny how ur moods are balanced, but after laughter its time to claw//
what might be a day of harmony, might change to be a full out war//
(x2)
My two hour period of group discusion, is overshadowed by the next few hours//
I think of what to have for lunch and how I might brawl and use my powers//
Im doubtin trouble might not even happen,for instance my mind does over drive//
But im always ready for Strappin, And iv learnt not to spare a single foes life//
A break from class i put on my music, i change cassete to alter moods//
i change from wantin to use a pool stick,and talk about what to have for food//
We Chatter bout the past class attended,and discuss Gun Crime to a hostile level//
Oppinions vary from "Guns to be melted"..Or "If u Endorse it, then u are the devil"//
I listen slightly while noding to Common,Then relise the time is now reachin the point//
I cant belive that we all jus fergotton, That we had a class about "Dont Smoke A Joint"//
Im sittin halfely attending the class, While i grasp a pen and jot down a phew rhymes//
While the lecturer shows us a pic of some grass, i hear him sayin That Drugs is a Crime//
Were cheerin the teacher for statin the time, It is infact fifteen minuits past four//
We never make it to wait in a line, we leave the class before our feet touch the floor//
A Day Can Start so sweet But are you ready for sudden changes//
Are you made to take these actions, or are you affraid to make these wages//
Its funny how ur moods are balanced, but after laughter its time to claw//
what might be a day of harmony, might change to be a full out war//
(x2)
I get off the bus while im chaging my music, i see a friend i aint seen in a while//
were greetin each other whith hugs and a smile,I mention "Remember my number to dial?"//
He explained the past year was hell,he was in Bethnal serving six months doin time//
He had a small 10 by 6 foot cell,and for all that he aint seen a dime//
I mention hustlin, but he then declines. Says that like me hes now on straight and narrow//
But suddenly tell him i just got resigned, and that i was goin to set deals for Jack Sparrow//
Jack was a small time done good,Son of a yardie who mobed with my Army//
Nonw of us leaders but known in some "hoods", as a team who made all rivals Barmy//
On the way past some abandoned shelters, im hearin beat boxin followed by sentences//
to my dissapointment a radio was on, i entered the shack under fallse pretences//
it reminds my i have my own anthems,i decide to open with back-packing themes//
its now eight o'clock and im missin the archers,but then again id rather fork out my sblene//
after some talkin with old school aquaintences,i decide to then make my own way home//
thinkin of rhymes to hit pads with at tea time,a certain smell hits my nose like a stone//
a thick black sulffuricy kind of fog, blocks my view from my usual walked pass//
as i know what staines air as bad, is the torched remains of joy ridden cars//
After some time wth my girfriend we decide,it is now time that we both hit our bed//
as Homeless alchoholics roll up some old papers, to make up a pillow to help rest his head//
"Good Night Babes,I love you...!"
"Good Night Chris, I love you too..!"
1:58am......Tuesday 6th of January....2004....
