Thats The mentality of Kids today

Ok with all the stuff that's been going on recently, i.e. the stabbing and shootings that have been continually reported, I've been thinking a lot about the problems and issues facing kids today. I am gonna be writing a lot of my opinions about the state of things over the coming weeks but i thought i would start with this. Enjoy!!!

I break a bottle over some boys head,

stab a broken piece in to the poor cunts leg,

I leave him in an alley where he's screaming and bleeding to death,

run away laughing my head off, just to leave him for dead.

What do I care? It's not like I'm gonna get caught,

anyways,

killing ain't a crime; it's a fucking blood sport,

and I might have to notch up as many points as possible,

show the kids on my estate that I'm unstoppable.

Cos in my world respect is the only thing that matters,

fight and get enough, 

someone weak enough for me to beat is getting battered, 

your self-esteem is getting shattered,

in to tiny little fragments on the floor its scattered.

What can I say? Life ain't fair but I don't care,

cos I'm untouchable like Elliott Ness.

I tie a bandana round my head like Rambo,

shoot you on your fucking doorstep like Jill Dando.

 

Pick up an AK and spray

That's the mentality of kidz today

Fuck a girl and get her pregnant, underage

That's the mentality of kidz today

Even when I got doe I wont pay my way

That's the mentality of kidz today

Stab a yhout in the leg down an alley way

That's the mentality of kidz today

 

Even when I got cash in my pocket I ponce,

have it all for free, everything that I want

Now I smoke all your weed, get right of my bunce,

never repay the favour back not even once,

cos I count like a jack on roll,

I don't need the doe but the greed takes control,

and if I go looking for a fass to harass,

 just to hear him tell me he's brass.

I'm like trust me blood, you don't wanna make this hard,

hand over your money, your phone and your pokemon cards,

rule fast or else,

I'll go on like smoking cigarettes, bad for yo health,

got one hell of a mean streak, causing beef on the street,

I pray on the week for ever looking for fresh meat, I need to eat.

Keep feeding my ego,

I'ma control freak and I'm only 14 years old.

 

Pick up an AK and spray

That's the mentality of kidz today

Fuck a girl and get her pregnant underage

That's the mentality of kidz today

Even when I got doe I wont pay my way

That's the mentality of kidz today

Stab a yhout in the leg down an alley way

That's the mentality of kidz today 

You know the eye to the law, I'm not old enough to have sex,

my balls aint even dropped yet,

and I've had skets,

 lying on their backs flat on the floor,

virgin pussy getting fucked till its raw.

I go out on the chirps looking for birds,

some young dumb bitch to fuck so hard it hurts,

and whats worse is that I do it bareback,

cos when I put a condom on, its bare slack.

Nah my dick aint big enough for that,

so I just stick my dingaling inside her snatch and that's that.

If I see something I want, then I'll take it,

girl wont give it up, then I'll rape it,

break it,

inpenetrate it,

I'm gonna make it happen, impregnate it,

if she has a yhut I act like it aint mine,

make her have an abortion for the 8th time.

 

Pick up an AK and spray

That's the mentality of kidz today

Fuck a girl and get her pregnant underage

That's the mentality of kidz today

Even when I got doe I wont pay my way

That's the mentality of kidz today

Stab a yhout in the leg down an alley way

That's the mentality of kidz today

 

There's a gangsta named Bonehead who runs tings around my area,

the shit he's involved couldn't get any hairier,

if u wanna sit listening,

he'll find you no matter where u are, fucking wid him is worse than catching malaria.

He's the most notorious drug dealer on my estate, so …..

back to heroin and cocaine,

double cross him and you'll feel the pain,

and theres more disappearing acts on the street than David Blaine.

And I wanna be just like him,

riding in a blacked out, pimping with alloy rims,

doing drive-by's,

firing an AK47 out the window and ting.

See that kinda shit impresses me,

cos I got an ignorant mentality,

the way I see is the way to be,

so I haven't got nothing will ever get through to me.

 

Pick up an AK and spray

That's the mentality of kidz today

Fuck a girl and get her pregnant underage

That's the mentality of kidz today

Even when I got doe I wont pay my way

That's the mentality of kidz today

Stab a yhout in the leg down an alley way

 

Boy that's the way it is today! 

N.B. I should add that this is not my work, it's a song by Plan B called Kidz, but i thought it provided an interesting viewpoint about the way life can be for some of todays young people, although it does present a very grim view of life, this is probably the case for some if not many of todays youths.

This is the Life I follow

I stir slowly, knowing all the time that the grey outside is waiting for me. I could choose to stay in my nest, but boredom will eventually overcome me, i know this.

I stretch, admiring the strength nestled in my torso and stand. One glance and i spy some emotion staring back at me in my mirror. I cannot detect it.

My head feels naked so i reach over to my hat and hood to cover it, no one can see my emotion, they will only be able to feel it.

I workman needs his tools and i need mine, so i dig in my drawer for it.

I rummage around around for it, and then, there it is, illuminated and glinting at me, taunting me. It calls for me, and i can't resist, it has to accompany me if i am to cleanse this place properly. 

I take one last look at seductive glow and then conceal it.

Descending stairs i alter my exterior, adopt a limp and make sure my demeanor is one of complete aggression, i must appear in complete control. Each step becomes smaller, closer to my body, i notice my speed has increased.

The door halts my pilgrimage, it shows itself a formidable opponent, but i triumph, i burst through it like a bullet through a barrel.

The cold hits me like an electric shock, my jacket clings closer to me than it had done before, it too felt the jolt of this hostile environment.

With every step i take i can feel my superiority growing, emanating around me an air of brute force.

I scour the road in front of me, empty, ghostlike. My footsteps echo out of the darkness in front of me like sirens, a warning sign for those around. 

I turn the corner in my pursuit of something, anything; anyone.

I begin to get frustrated, maybe they know, maybe they have figured it out and are hiding from my righteous figure. But how could they, they have no idea, they can't have.

I continue to walk but they continue to elude my presence, my emotions take over and i strike out at a car window, shattering it with no effort, something so simple could never quench my thirst.

Then, finally i see them. There is more than i thought but no matter, this will not hinder me. I decide to wait to make my approach, i observe until i have figured them out.

She goes into a house and leaves only him on the street.

Perfect!

I creep up him slowly, lurking in the shadows and concealing my footsteps.

Then emotion overcomes me again, i surge towards him and club him over the head. He tumbles and whimpers, how pathetic. He turns to glimpse my canvas but before he can i smite him, truly and powerfully. My body throbs for more and a kick him in the stomach. He is down now. Now is the time...

I delicately reach inside for my instrument, my beautiful instrument.

It shines in the darkness, it shows me what i need to do.

He lies in front of me, mocking me, mocking my tool, i cannot tolerate this display of rudeness.

Then i launch myself at him, a blurry of swinging limbs.

Then i insert my instrument into him, i hear a pop first and then a slow, gurgling squelch.

Silence, only my coarse breathing can be heard now.

A gasp mixes with the passing wind, then his frame remains still.

There it is, that rush, that high that i crave for so much, it overcomes me, it becomes me. 

My heart raps at my ribcage, my lungs silently bellow at me. 

The warm crimson on my hands that brought such nirvana begins to cool. I peer down and gaze at the lifeless marbles directed at my face, something is happening to me. My emotion, it seems so intense, but it's the buzz, it must be. A smile meanders across my canvas.

I see someone coming towards me, i ready my tool.

This is the Life I choose to follow. 

Lost Ones

 

Taken

They came so quickly. So powerfully. My family had just finished feasting and were readying ourselves for sleep. We heard a languid silence before they burst into our domicile. They came like shadows, lying in wait for the sky orb to disappear. My familial unit were all ripped from their beds and thrown into a metal monster. They grasped my father and thrust him into a sack. Then did the same to the rest of my family. It was my turn. I clung to my bed like a paw-paw to a tree. I hoped they could not take me. I could see the whites of their eyes in the darkness as they darted around searching for more to thieve. My grip was cruelly severed. They spared no one.

They threw us in a cage inside the hollow metal cave. They hit my father in front of me and I could do nothing but scream. They screamed back at me. I did not understand their language. Then they took out a dagger. They pointed it at my father, who roared at them with all his power. They took away his finger. There was blood everywhere. Everyone was screaming except my father. He was silent and pulsating with pain. My mother was crying and bawling at them. They just laughed and pointed with that dagger. They made one last grimace at us, then swaggered away to the end of the steel hole, stepped out and slammed the door on us. We were alone now. There was a brief spluttering and everything started to wobble. A creaking noise ensued; it felt like we were moving. It was so bumpy, I felt as if I we had been caught in a river rapid.

After a short time, the tin juggernought climbed a small incline, followed by two metallic slaps and more creaking. The same thing happened again, only worse this time. The van started to move and shake and an unbearable thundering noise began to resonate. It was as if my stomach was getting pulled through my nostrils. I felt my ears ache. I screeched with fear. It felt as if branches were falling upon my shoulders. But there was nothing falling. Had the van slipped down a slope? Or were they outside doing this to us?

Time trudged past. Why had the sun not yet shown its beautiful warming glow? The cold lingered without it. This excruciating blackness was overwhelming. On occasions, there would be a sudden shudder, a side-to-side wobble.  There was a dull hum that seemed to never cease. The screaming had stopped though. My family were hunched over my father. He was so still, so peaceful, but not dead. He was just leaning against the wall, staring at the metal canopy above him. I was worried about my mother, she couldn’t cope without him. He was usually so bold, so powerful. He was the leader and protector of our clan. Everyone looked to him for guidance, to see him in this manner was harrowing for her. His burly profile was less imposing than before, slumped on against the cold wall.

Then that feeling came again, this time more intense. My stomach climbed up my oesophagus, threatening to burst through my mouth into the outside world. My ears began to throb. I was plummeting through branches that were weightless beneath me. It was prolonged this time, it seemed eternal. I heard a cranking, bending sound, proceeded by an incredible thud and whooshing reverberation.

Everything was quaking, then nothing. It stopped, it all stopped. No more pain. No humming. Nothing.

I heard a metallic grinding. We all looked to the end of the cavern fearfully. Then the light lurched upon us. Something wasn’t right, something was different. The sun. It wasn’t my sun, it looked the same but somehow it wasn’t. It was not my sun.

 

My Home and Here

It was so peaceful where I was before. Silence bullied everything into submission, darkness was the mighty ruler over light and everything was tranquil. I could be by myself; free to do whatever I pleased.

Not like now. Now I’m never alone. I’m never alone to feel myself take in the world beauties. I’m never free enough to forget that there is anything else besides myself and my surroundings. My dwelling was so beautiful, so picturesque. There are some that live in villages; they claimed it was an easy life, but not me. I lived in the great forest. Colour was not important to me before, now I long for the diversity it brings.

Lush greens created an ominous backdrop behind a deathly yellow.  Dashes of shocking scarlet and dazzling delphinium paraded through the canopy, the traffic was so intense, the continuing stop start life of the forest inhabitants never stood still. There was so much life there in the day, the sounds were incredible. Gentle cawing floundered from the top of the trees, slowly making its way through the thickly scented air. Whooping and roars exploded from within the heart of the bush, creating an echoing deliverance of supreme dominance to outsiders.

From inside the dense thicket and trees, light almost ceases to penetrate the canopy above. The few beams of golden warmth that did manage to break through carried debris with them, the air there was not clear of anything, it was always bustling with some form of being.

I remember the smells more than the visions of my home. The sumptuous smell of the mangoes wafting down from the trees, the aroma of the sweetly paw-paw lingering, as if teasing those below it into a feeling of ecstasy. But when a paw-paw is ripped from its abode, it rots. It decays from the inside out, agonisingly unhurried, trying fruitlessly to maintain its time on earth. This is me. Trying but failing not to become perturbed by my enforced dwelling. Here there is no beauty, I see colours no more, not in the true sense of the word. All I see now is a monotonous, rolling, grey present. There is no light, but not from the cause of the mighty canopy above. The smog engulfs all sparkling illumination within it, transforming it into a dreary expressionless haze. There are no primal noises here, only a dull drumming. There are strange calls endlessly throughout the day; I am not familiar with them. They are just there, not to impose themselves but just to be there. Its part of here I suppose, how could all this frenzy possibly cope without this incessant pointless sound?

The smells here are putrid, they provide an inoculation from the gloomy every day experience. The smell of burning and bad meat and ‘animals’ fills the air daily. Everything was sour and past its best. There were no trees here; perhaps I miss them more than most. To see those tall green towers impose themselves on such a beautiful surrounding was an exquisite sight, here, they would merely be sacrifices to be slain by the grey curse. I miss my home immensely, each sunrise I wish that I were there, but when my eyes and my ears and my nostrils unanimously begin together, I know that I am still imprisoned.

 

Now

That Night they ripped me from my home was the last night that I ever saw my father and brother.

The wrong sun beat down upon us. The cold air filtered through the hard metallic shell we were encapsulated in. The shadows returned to claim us. All my family were silent and frozen, this inexplicable chill had subdued us. First they came for my father. He fought them. They took away his ear and threw it towards us, mockingly. His screeches still penetrate my dreams. They showed no remorse. Once he was gone, there was no one to protect us. Without him, we were in disarray. They came for my brother, after witnessing my father’s battle he simply clung to my mother, hoping they could not pry him from her. They did. Then the light disappeared.

Why had they not taken me, to this day I cannot come to an answer. I was left with my mother and my sister, I was all they had. They were all I had.

Now, I live no better than a common beast. My mother is the same as I, perhaps worse. When my father left, a part her left. They keep my mother in a cage. The metal grates surround her, it seems to shrink in size every day, like an orange picked from the tree and drying out. She used to claw at the bars in vain. She could see freedom, but she couldn’t touch it. She could smell freedom, but she couldn’t taste it. Now her senses have withered away, she does not seek freedom.

They beat her with poles and she doesn’t even scream anymore. She just looks at me with her glassy tear-filled eyes.  Her warm blood is splattered over her face and drips to the floor. I want to help, but I can’t. I have failed as a protector. My father would have rather died then watch her suffer. He gave his life so that we could live on, but what kind of survival is this?

My sister died long ago. She would rather starve than see the pleasure of her suffering in their faces, and starve she did. Her body lies in the same place it has been since her last sigh. Even her decaying flesh smells sweeter than this vile air.

These things are disgusting. Cockroaches. Anything they say I must obey, they are my ‘masters’. But I will never listen. They plucked me from my paradise. They point a dagger at me threatening death, but they can’t kill me. I’m already dead. They see me as scum. But I’m not lower than they are, I would never commit such a horrifying crime. They call me names all the time, I don’t deserve such humiliation. They call me savage, but they are the beasts.

Now I’m rotting faster than before. My hair is falling out, I’m looking so dishevelled. Great clumps of it are appearing all over the stone yard. I can see my skinny frame in the ever-present puddles. This can’t be what I’ve turned into. My hands are coarse and bleeding from this labour they put me through. The nails I once had have gone. I’m wasting away

 

Me

They call me animal. But I am not. Men are the parasites. They are the scourges of all things great. They destroy homes and kill everything. Mankind is the greatest disease there is. Mankind feeds on the morale fibres of life and eradicates them. They shout at me ‘ooh ohh, ahh ahh’. Man evolved from me only to destroy me, to bite that hand that fed it. I am not an animal, men are the animals. I am not a beast, men are the beasts. I was ripped from my home and placed in this grey prison, I am not lost. They are the lost ones.