I had most of my family
At the start
Most of my cousins are abroad
But now my family are broken up
My Dad has left
And my older sister is gone
And so is my older brother
I mean to college
So now it’s just
My mu, younger brother, younger sister and I
But we have the strongest bond.
Brown Thomas is the place to be
In the middle of the city
I’m real og
No but really yeah
Shopping on the loose
Kenco on the memo
But if you wear
Moncler you don’t care
Yo yo yo fuck hoes
Before you can even talk
You’re told what to say
Brought up to be scared
Of truth and freedom of speech.
Afraid to try and achieve
the dreams we want to reach
We are taught to say words
But not to feel the words we say.
I hate my maths teacher
She is a motor mouth
She could talk for Ireland
She doesn’t’ stop talking she agitates me.
She is forever on a mad one
You’re not really teaching me if
You don’t shut up talking.
You tell us to write stuff down
And talk over us, it is so confusing.
And annoying and nobody is listening to you.
I love the sesh
It’s a mad whopper buzz
Big box little box
Whopper hash whopper hash
That’s what we do
Big mad me and the crew
He gets the joints I get the glue.
People go on the sesh because
They’re in pain and want to get
Forget about life
Some people get too drunk
And take drugs.
I speak two languages
I love going back home for summer
I never really got used to living in a different country.
I love football and video games.
My grandad actually got blown up by dynamite.
My Mum and Dad support me.
I would love to move back home.
I love fighting I get into loads of fights
That’s why I join fighting.
I love football I love playing the game
I score every game
I can do something with it.
I’m linked with English teams
I get trials for other teams in Eirtricity League, Ye!
I support Man United.
I love women too, ye.
The sesh is horrible.
It’s full of junkies and they
Have no life.
But I can’t help going on the sesh
Cause I love it and get the coke.
You’d wanna come or just go on a croak out
I’m a mad ting, ri.
Memories are precious to us all
if we don’t’ have them then we have nothing to keep.
If we don’t use them then we have nothing to use.
Memories and love keep us going in life.
Love is also precious,
if we don’t have it then we will feel lonely and hated
and think there’s nothing left in this life for us,
if we are not loved.
People should keep their loved ones close.
And their memories safe.
If you want to have a good life
And a loved life.
The thing that makes me happy is music.
Some songs remind me of memories
When I listen to music I’m in a completely different world.
I zone out of it.
To be honest some songs remind me of happy times and
some are sad and remind me of sad times
Most of the time I have me house bopping with tunes
And my dad telling me to “turn that shite off!”
My dad’s a bad person
He only calls when he needs recognition
He’s neglected and abandoned many times.
My sisters still love him.
I don’t know.
In December I was six
It was Christmas
I got a small box for Christmas
It was a pair of shoes
I looked up to me ma, mad confused about it.
I wanted my dolls, new fresh things.
I asked “did Santa bring me anything?”
She said, “he’s not real, I bought them with my own money”
These are now my shoes.
I’ve mixed feelings about him.
He cared for all his kids
But when I was at the age of two,
He didn’t care for his kids.
When I was with him, my Mam wasn’t there,
I didn’t even care.
Some other woman had me in her care.
Finally I was six
And now I can’t even leave my Mam’s side.
I was confused at the time,
didn’t have one clue what was going on.
Now I do.
I’ll never forget the first time I got chased.
The adrenaline and the race
Of my heart in my chest
As I hopped that fence
I’ll never forget the relief
As I stopped to catch my breath
I felt on top of the world
Untouchable and strong.
But that feeling didn’t last long.
Because I wasn’t as lucky
The next time I got chased.
Colm said don’t write about pizza,
But I don’t care
I’m surprised it wasn’t covered in hair
Considering it was from Apache.
I should probably stop because I’m getting fat
Sometimes I look in the mirror
And see someone beautiful,
But sometimes I see a horrible beast
I feel like shit after a nice big feast,
Perhaps the pizza,
It’s killing my brain cells.
At the competitions the judges say
I’m not fit enough
But I love to dance,
So fuck you, Lance.
I liked the Halloween break
It was nice
I had steak
With lots of spice
I played games all day
Enjoyed some time with my family
If you ask me should the break have been longer
I would say, probably.
But now I have to go back to school
Doing shit subjects
Sitting on a stool.
Love is a mystery
It is unexpected and strange
Love is a drug
It is addictive and a trap.
Love is with your family
It is strong and life-long
Love is danger
Love is cruel
Love is unforgiving but
Love is sweet
And love is you.
My life’s a lie
My cousin’s in the joy
And fuck I just swallowed a fly.
I feel like I’m gonna die.
My family are bad
They make me go mad
I love them though.
They make me happy.
My big brother always annoys me.
And so do my little ones.
I’m stuck in the middle.
They bring me on adventures
All the way to get my nanny dentures.
But sometimes they bring me up to Croagh Patrick.
To spread the ashes of my Great Auntie.
For us to be who we are
we’re told to express ourselves.
But with that comes the criticism
the the thoughts of not being loved.
We should realise that
every star in the sky
every eye that we meet
Every thought that we keep
Is different and unique.
When our feelings run deep
We learn to keep things short and sweet.
But in the end
Our feelings run deep.
I’ve lost my water bottle
I’ve lost an extension of myself
I find myself looking for it.
Even in my dreams.
Someone give me back my bottle
I’m dehydrated and I can’t think straight.
Dehydration is my only fate.