Raining Revival Rap

Heart over head

I can feel it in my bones

The instinct to write

Let it flow from the hands

To the page

And create the iron from the paper

Eminem, Dre, 50, Snoop, Jay

Listening to what they had to say

So here goes

I was born in South London

Went to the local school

No fool

Boarding school at 10 until 17

And then it hit me

All the visions and lack of sleep

To diagnosis

And medication

I swelled up like a fatted pig

With raw red scars on my prized body

Taking my strength, my warrior gene

My brain, my academic ability

I have never felt so limited or so stupid

Olanzapine, what a sorry machine

These pharmaceutical billion dollar lies

Do you not feel or hear their cries?

So powered on

Went to my appointments via motorbike cab

In a mini skirt, I’ll just put it on my tab

Working in a property company as a receptionist

I got the whole company started on recycling

I travelled to work every day bicycling

I turned 18 and got a promotion

But with all the commotion

Going on in my mind and body due to these

Useless drugs

They created an anger and resentment I never had

But you know maybe I was glad

That I had something to fight for

Something to focus on

A massive injustice in the world that gave me a purpose

With no one speaking about it

Because they were all drugged to the eye balls

No steal, no zeal, no feel, many a meal

Do you even know what they do?

Do you know who’s on them?

They don’t even know how the brain works

Thinks it’s separate from the body

What a criminal story

In all their moneyed glory

Running every morning with a fight I’d never felt

Having to continuously increase the holes on my belt

But this fire that I walked with

The working class, the poverty, the black injustice

The unfair trade

The mess that you’d made

Carefully listening to a politics I didn’t agree with

The climate crisis

The drought coming, the fires and the tsunamis

The insanity of their actions

The boardroom meetings and the interactions

I enjoyed my job and the work

Never followed the crowd

Because I was allowed

To think for myself

Follow my dreams

Running through the streams

Of consciousness to the next chapter

I got another promotion to the house department

To be a negotiator and follow my mother’s path

Be the personal trainer or cut myself in half

So to the goals and checklists

It was: write my book, write my album, get my driving license

Get my body back and get that diploma

So I left my job and did an advanced diploma in

Personal training and sports massage therapy

Covering nutrition, pre and post natal, obesity,

Arthritis, osteoarthritis, osteoporosis and I got

My distinction

The highest mark they’d ever recorded in the final exam

When you put your mind to it and focus and work

The rewards speak for themselves

But I didn’t do it alone, my aunt tested me and trained me

How to win and pass that anatomy and those case studies

And learn how to find success and truly be

The person I wanted to see

My grandmother cried

And I flied with pride

So here’s to the first chapter and rap song

Boy, why did it take me so long?

To fly, cry, heal, feel, pray, lay, chase, embrace

Scream and dream

Maybe life is an Everest and we need to climb

Listening to the songs and hear the clock chime

Flip it, skip it, trap it and crack it

The whip, the drip, the fright, the flight,

The cage, the rage, the stage and the page

You can all rhyme

It’s not hard to find the time

Resurrection, past lives and incarnations

Infiltrations, destinations, revelations and levitations

If you truly want it

Become it

Without fear

Every year

It’s crystal clear