I seem to be on some southern hip-hop crunk tip today. Someone needs to be shouting ‘OH’ at the end of every line.
Like kids in a PLAYGROUND, we gonna scream and shout, scream and shout!
Twisting round and round, head spinning like a roundabout.
A hopscotch, hip-hop. Back, back now turn around,
Side to side, left to right, we gonna turn it out no doubt!
Next week’s word: CLOAK
The brothers trying to beat each other, in this game, in this game.
To reach the very top, yeah, is the aim, it’s the aim.
Chasing the awards, hungry for fame, with no shame.
Wanting the winners ENVELOPE to say their name. say their name.
Next word: Playground
Little bit different this week, as I’ve been hugely influenced by the song Manifesto by City Harmonic this week. These lyrics could be dropped in after the piano intro when the guitar riff kicks in before the verse starts [on the original where it’s 8 bars, as opposed to here on the video which is shorter. But thought I’d better link to the official video]. It’s quite a slow song, so my lines are almost twice as long as usual. Am very please with lines 6 and 8. I think these are keepers! Line 3 is very rough as it was using the days/praise rhyme that line 8 stole in the end!
Lord, make me whole, take control, wake my soul from the slumber that it’s in
I’m going through the motions, tired, unemotional, shake my spirit with a fire burning
Even in the dark times, still gonna bust rhymes, open up my heart there’s a groaning within
It’s time to start, playing my part. Lord impart in me your calling
Who but you can hear all the CRYing, sighing, see the darkness that we’re in
All the injustice, gotta rise above this, bust this, crush this, let freedom win!
Your kingdom come, in the name of the son. Set us free by overcoming sin
At the end of days, we’re all gonna praise, and even a blind man gonna see the king!
Next week’s word: ENVELOPE
Slowly, steadily deadly creeping seeping inside
Your blood rushing, racing, chasing, tired eyes open wide
The searing pain clears again, the strain starts to hide
Until sundown – you comedown, done found somehow this DRUG lied
Next weeks word: CRY
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