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His Night (Working Title, First Draft)

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LiamDine

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« on: June 15, 2012, 01:33:06 AM »
Me again, I started this tonight, im two hours in, so its far from finished, needs touching up and some words changing to help the flow, but im just not sure if its working, so thought id lay it here, the idea just popped in my head and I ran with it, the rhyming is simplistic which is what im what im hoping to change up a bit, this is like stage one of my proccess.

Sorry if im posting a lot, I am commenting on just as many to even it out, I write 3 songs a day to this level though if ive not busy and in a good enough mood, then take a few from the week and try to improve them on a day I dont feel like making something new, so I have a lot of stuff :S

His Night
He snuck out at midnight,
Try and took his home life out of sight,
This is just the story of his night,
Its not an excuse, just his plight,
He's knows agen, that's his mums asleep,
Its half past ten, and now he creeps,
Opens her door, but she can't hear the creek,
In he peaks, but there was no need,
He already knows what he's gonna see,
Passed out on the bed, fully clothed,
Pill bottle in hand, not stashed, he's always known,
Touches her cheek, to check it ain't cold,
Knocks over a few empty beer bottles as he goes,
Waits an hour and climbs out the window,

They call him a thug, a hoodie,
and he ain't ever took drugs, that's his mummy,
But he ain't ever been hugged, so maybe he should-yea?
He's gets no support, school just put him on report,
He commits petty crimes, and they send him to court,
And now they say he gotta change, alter his ways,
How can he apply what they say?
When he was never even raised?

He gets bullied at school, coz his clothes are in tatters,
In his life the wild west rules, sometimes he gets battered,
Can't pass in class, coz his mind is shattered,
Back to the tale, it starts to hail,
See a block of flats, that's where he'll bail,
Although he ain't the only one here,
Didn't know four lads, had the same idea,
Tries not to show, he knows them from one of his school years,
And he freezes stiff with fear,
But they treat him alright,
Give him a smoke and a light,
Now they start to joke, he's filled with delight,
He's never felt accepted,
Blamed himself when his daddy left him,
... Now its two hours later, an their walkin' around,
The good mood stopped when he heard what their talkin' about,
Then his heart jus' dropped, when one pulled a strap out,

They call him a thug, a hoodie,
and he ain't ever took drugs, that's his mummy,
But he ain't ever been hugged, so maybe he should-yea?
He's gets no support, school just put him on report,
He commits petty crimes, and they send him to court,
And now they say he gotta change, alter his ways,
How can he apply what they say?
When he was never even raised?

the plan wasn't complicated,
Told him where to stand, and that's where he waited,
Thought about runnin', but nervous and deflated,
He don't know what's going on, but it wont be long,
Here's some screaming, then one shot from the gun,
The lads come runnin', throw the gun to him,
Tell him to stash it, or there'll fucking have him,
He runs the opposite way, the way from what they just came,
Next to the cash point, is a blood stain,
Follows it round, then he could faint,
A girl on the ground, about 25 years of age,
She died a death so violent, but now its so silent,
Doesn't know what to do, then come the sirens,
Armed response, taught to ask once,
Incocent untill guilty, that's all he wants,
They scream freeze,
He throws his hands up "please"
Didn't realise what they've seen,
He got distracted, forgot that he had it,
Then the trigger happy copper,  fuckin lets him have it,

They called him a thug, a hoodie,
and he never took drugs, that was his mummy,
his whole life never got hugged, so maybe he should of-yeah??
He got no support, school just put him on report,
He commited petty crimes, and they sent him to court,
 they said he had to change, alter his ways,
How could he of applied what they said?
Never had a chance, now he's dead.

News Report: Police say a 13 year old male was shot and killed today at the seen of a murder, thought to be a robbery gone wrong, a 24 year old female is said to have been fatiley wounded at a cash point as the youth attempted to mug her, the shooting is being investigated by the MET but it is believed no one else was involved in the incident at this time.... More to follow.

Coming up.... We ask politicians if the system is to leineient on youth crime on our streets?
« Last Edit: June 15, 2012, 01:54:15 AM by LiamDine »

titiami

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« Reply #1 on: June 15, 2012, 11:47:37 AM »
to me it sounds like a poem, it does not flow well for me, if its a rap song then it needs some rap experts for review.

LiamDine

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« Reply #2 on: June 15, 2012, 03:06:07 PM »
First draft, like I said before the song, this is the first part of the process, now if its one of the ones I take further, I touch up parts of each verse to improve the flow.

I can already make it flow, but I agree its sluggish.

Thanx for reading and confirming that the flow needs serious work.

I've always thought my stuff sounds like long poems, I 100% agree, its what im desperately working on.

Thanx :)