This poem was inspired by some of the background stories of contestants in the BBC series, The RAP Game UK

Surviving with little money

Life really isn’t funny

Raining even when it’s sunny

Don’t wanna run this rat race

No chance of keeping up pace

Falling on my flat face

But this is my turf

Like nowhere on earth

This is MY place

To defend with my life, so I don’t lose face

The smell of death is stale

Living like the alpha male

Every day is up for sale

Dreading when the phone rings

Know I gotta change things

This is what my brain sings

Seeing other people’s tears

When surrounded by their fears

This is what man hears

Sadness from the knife

Affecting someone’s wife

Causing family strife

Yet another day is done

Lost a daughter or a son

Another victim of the gun

My dream escape was through song

Every day I hope I’m wrong

But I fear my day has gone

Even being told your dope

Doesn’t always help you cope

But I ain't giving up the hope

Bad influences to remove

To get back in the groove

Transition is rarely smooth

Find something inside to inspire

To lift the spirit higher

To give and keep the desire

Different life it needs to be

Can I make it, we will see

Change can only come from me