Monday Rant

It's sad to read 'was known to police' in the first line of any article regarding the murder of a child,
I must state clearly that we (that is, assuming I speak for 'all of us')
reject any such attempts to rubbish the life of this young man, or profit off of his death.

Once again 

RIP Samuel Adelagun

I don't hate Monday's.
I've already played 'Friday', by the Cure in the mix-bag of Grime, Hip Hop, Indie and punk music, that I often start the day by playing. It saddens me more to open the paper and find another article about the young man murdered just a stone's throw away from where I live.

It's obvious that society has a problem at the moment, but it's sadder to see the same semiotics and biased language yet again. Blame shirkers the lot of them. Throwing the word 'gang related' at such news exonerates neither reader nor society. Samuel Adelagun was a child.

Of course these 'children' are somehow accountable for their actions, but ultimately they do not bring guns in to the counrty or convert them. All of the 'products' they sell are sourced by 'external agencies', they're merely the impressionable 'bottom end of 'the layer cake'.

Teenage angst has always been a problem for practically every developed (or developing) society, the combination of this and socio-economic poverty form a volatile cocktail.

Many people have said England doesn't have ghetto's,

speaking in relative terms to the 3rd world (rather than between classes domestically).

Whilst the common concensus buried it's head in the sand, the 'Underclass' found ugly ways to try pull themselve's out of their 'synonymy' with poverty.

Anyways less talk more Music, alie?!

 

Hangtitght Kele - Big Mic Man!

I'm sure Nigeria are overly proud!!

Here are the Lyrics:

There was a sense of disappointment as we left the mall
All the young people looked the same
Wearing their masks of cool and disinterest
Commerce dressed up as rebellion
Because we are so handsome and we are so bored
So entertain us, tell me a joke
Make it long, make it last forever
Make it cruel just make me laugh
We can't be hurt
Drink to forget your blues on the weekend
Think about more things to buy
The TV taught me how to sulk and to love nothing
And how to grow my hair long
So why do you go picking fights that you will lose?
(When u have entertainment, when give you things to pass the time)
So why do you have to go thinking thoughts that are above you?
(You can be happy, just play dumb x2)
Well I was brave
And unique,
Intelligent,
A snowflake
I could have been a hero
No-one can be trusted over the age of 14
Tattoo our arms
Converse shoes
Cynical
But we still do it
We tell ourselves that we're different
I've gotten so good at lying to myself
All, all my pain and honour is used up
All my guns are rusted
So when are you going to realise those are not your wrongs to right
Have another line, have another drink
(Pop songs won’t change the government)
I am a martyr I just need a motive
I am a martyr I just need a cause
I'm a believer I just need to a moment
I'm a believer I just need a cause
We're finding it hard to break the mould
We are finding it so hard to be alone
We're finding it hard to have time by ourselves
We have nothing at all to say
Uniform
There was a sense of disappointment as we sped away
All the teenagers looked the same

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