Tears of Joy

My eyes are red as they starts to flood. 

Yet my heart feels like a summers day.

The joy in me right now is so overwhelming. 

Let me tell you a story why impossible is nothing. 

This is not a testimony, I'm just reminiscing on the 20 years my heart has beat. 

Maybe the fact I had no Dad to wrap me up at night contributed to the fact I could not speak my mother tongue till aged 4. 

Maybe he contributed to me getting kicked out of nursery for choke-slamming a victim. 

No, my mum taught me knowledge is power + I have the power to control my mind. 

Well maybe not, something did overcome me that day I decided to grace my secondary school roof; protesting over my sexy stolen motorola. 

The same way I deserved to wake up behind bars for those never ending few hours. 

I'll never make a brother or sister cry anything but tears of joy again.

However, I was not to blame another day when a brother decided to load a 9mm at my forehead. 

Would you believe my efficiency would turn me into an effective & honourable Manager. 

You will remember the names of Lola Ebony, Cheikh & MOtiVe + any other person who comes under my wing with such ease. 

I thank God for the joy he has placed around me. 

The notes my loved ones orchestrate is such a beautiful melody. 

I'm finally living the Branded lifestyle, three segments; purpose, stand-up & divine. 

I'm smiling with a summers shower still rolling down my cheeks because like I said before... 


This is just a story which shows you impossible is nothing!!! 

State Of Mind: HOMELESS (Poem dedicated to a brother I saw last night)

I need to buy some chicken wings & chips + a drink, can you spare me some change? 

I'm only asking you for £3.50 is that going to shatter your bank account? 

Ok I may be a tad cheeky but does it matter? 

Even if I speak to you with the politest tongue your still going to lift your nose like I smell gone off

I'm talking about that stench that will make flys tap out. 

"he's just going to use that money for drugs"...

Don't gimme that, from when I don't have money for shelter or chicken wings what's my business with crack?

To be honest your face looks cracked but so is my heart when I think about the hearts of men. 

I'd be high off just a smile or someone stopping to actually talk to me. 

Ok, let me try again. This time I'm going to be less cheeky.

I have not eaten for days, can you spare me some change please mate? 

Let's be real, your not really my MATE are you?

5/10 people will kindly tell me NO in a tone which resembles saying f off. 

4/10 people will turn semi-deaf & turn them invisible headphones to full blast. 

Ok so you can't hear me. 

I thank God 1/10 people can hear the pits of my heart in agony. 

I've gone from being somebody chilling in a penthouse to my ass residing in a wet cardboard box on a good night. 

Surely this can't be life? Was I born to suffer? 

No I was born to own a company which will surpass the capacity of Waterloo station. 

All I gotta do is keep pushing,

My dreams will become reality.

I'm only in this position for the short-term.

The night of drunken sailors using me as a white bowl is virtually over...

The day is now young and a brother comes up to me. 

Can you spare me some change please?

His eyes look defeated, that train carriage of humiliation from when he last said that statement has still got him on the verge of tears.

I give him over £25million in three different aspects. 

1 a job to pay for more than chicken wings, chips & a drink. 

2 a Knightsbridge penthouse to lay his head at night. 

3 a priceless hug to show I love my brother like I love myself. 

All I did was give him some change... 



Would hate for my nightmare to become reality; wouldn't you hate to find yourself in that position? 

What is SUCCESS?

It's the feeling you get from winning a race.

What if I'm running a race that never seems to end?

I'm a BOLT of this world.

Who said I'm ready to run this marathon?

My mind & body is not ready for this pain.

I can see my heart playing that beat frantically inside me.

I'm hearing 5 different mother tongues; all shouting loud over each other in my head.

What if I can somehow switch off my mind & body?

That way I'll have to depend on my spirit.

With my spirit in control, I can now clearly see the finish line.

It does not matter what shape my body is in...

I won't get knighted for sleeping in a gym.

I can gain countless PHD's in Oxford & still find myself working for minimum wage.


Success is written in our SPIRITS!

Not something that can be controlled.

It will come to you God willing & when it feels like the time is right.

There is a reason my middle name is LUTHER... Can you explain London any better atm

"When you cut facilities, slash jobs, abuse power, discriminate, drive people into deeper poverty and shoot people dead whilst refusing to provide answers or justice, the people will rise up and express their anger and frustration if you refuse to hear their cries. A riot is the language of the unheard." - Martin Luther King

What makes a women...

What makes a women...

Is it the way she catwalks those shoes?
Is it the way the content in her bag is a supermarket?
Is it the way she takes an hour to pick 1 dress?
Is it the way her clothes hugs her body?
Is it the way she performs in your bed?
Nooooo!!!!
It's the way she smiles,
It's the way she respects her man.
It's the way she graces the pavement,
It's the way she speaks in her mother tongue.
It's the way she is SIMPLY a beautiful women.

The END ;)

8th April 2011

My mind doesn't switch off...

My mind doesn't switch off, is that a good/bad thing?
It's good that success is all I seek, but isn't it bad if in return you only see stress in me.
It's good that I got a bb bold & iPhone 4, but isn't it bad if no £ to pay my contracts.
It's good that I'm happy, but isn't it bad if no joy.
It's good that God gave me freewill, but isn't it bad without him I'm a sinner.
It's good that I want to write a book but isn't it bad loads of trees are going to be missing.
It's good that I'm tired but isn't it bad I got work in the am.
It's good that I wrote this but isn't it bad I won't finish it.

2nd May 2011

A greed we all subconsciously obtain off our dreams & aspirations

What we have a jumper on our backs ain't enough. We want a new designer 1.

The fact we have a parent/guardian who knows their way around our kitchen ain't enough. We want to eat junk on the go.

The fact we have a fully operating phone handset ain't enough. We want the latest iphones & blackberries.

The fact we have people who show us REAL love ain't enough. We want more followers n friends on twitter & fb.

The fact we have a radiator that keeps us warm ain't enough. We want to catch a cold outside in the early hours of the morning.

The fact we are breathing air isn't enough. We want to seek death as things ain't going in accordance to OUR plans.

The fact I wrote this poem ain't enough. I'm probably gonna fall into this same trap; in 1 way or another.