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Question Time – @Dave

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Question Time – Dave

“Look
A question for the new prime minister
How’d you have a heart so sinister?
How are you so wasteful when people are dying in Somalia
Afghanistan, Egypt, Libya?
The irony is we have no business in Syria
But kids are getting killed for all the business in Syria
And then they try and tell you it’s ISIS, it’s ISIS
In their attempts at killing it, how many civilians
Died, so what’s the difference between us and them?
When you got drones killing kids just touching ten

Then when a bomb goes off, every politician’s lost
Like that last strike that didn’t kill a hundred men

You ain’t the same as them
But all that fuel for the fire is what you gave to them
And what you take from them

All my life I know my mum’s been working
In and out of nursing, struggling, hurting
I just find it fucked that the government is struggling
To care for a person that cares for a person

So where’s the discussion on wages and budgets?
How they made them redundant when I was a young’un
The letters in our car said my mum was overdraft
But somehow I still had dinner money in my pocket
And even the little things like ordering pizza
Were probably the reason for overtime in the evening
Five till ten, six hours of sleeping
For 22 years my mum was doing the cleaning

Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
That’s the reality for millions of people in a nation
Where a lot of us were looking for a second try

A question for the new prime minister
And please, tell me if I’m being narrowminded
But how do we spend so much money on defence
And weapons to wage war when the NHS is dying?

Bursting at the seams, and what about them people
That voted for us to leave for the money that it would see?
350 million we give to the EU every week
That our health service needs

But now them politicians got what they wanted
Can you see an empty promise or a poster on the street?
Nurses in tears ’cause they’re working every hour of the week
And they still don’t have the money that they need
You brought the heart of the nation to its knees
Underpaid, understaffed, overworked
And overseen by people who can’t ever understand
How it feels to live life like you and me

Patients lying in the corridors
‘Cause doctors can’t even find a bed for them to sleep
I remember A&E and all them sickening screams
Of a little girl waiting for a surgeon to be seen
Privatized healthcare, guns for police
Increased uni fees, is this what they’re selling us?
Well let me remind you just in case you’ve forgotten
That we live in Great Britain, not in Donald Trump’s America
Speaking of America, state and the president
With all due respect, I’ve got something to say to them
I just find it funny you can’t give a hand to Palestine
But you can trade whole arms with Saudi Arabia

Look, look
I’ve got a question for the new prime minister
At Grenfell Tower, your response was ridiculous
You hid like a coward behind your 5 million
Dodged responsibility and acted like you’re innocent

And I can see you’re terrified, you’re not good at telling lies
I’m getting why you stay away from everything that’s televised
You look like a robot and you don’t speak with any life
It feels to me like any guy in press could’ve said them lines
Imagine going to the council for the safety of your block
And you’ve got kids but they’re ignoring you at every time
Everyone who knew about that cladding
Should really be going prison under rule of joint enterprise
But if it ain’t a little kid with a knife
I bet that judge is going easy when he’s giving him time
They don’t deserve to be free
Any builder, MP that knew about the conditions but did it to save cheese
When I listen to the things that the residents had seen
I was so shocked I couldn’t even speak
Families they know that had died in their sleep
How you choke on the smoke when you’re struggling to breathe
The glow from the fire
The panic when you hear all the sirens
The crackling, the popping and the muffled-out screams
The fear in the eyes of a man that was trapped
Who jumped 15 floors from the tower to the street
I could only hear a fraction of the pain and the grief
Closing my eyes, trying hard not to cry
And the joy and relief in the face of a man
When a woman from the flat said his neighbour was alive
No help from the council in keeping any list
Or the people that survived, his neighbours and peers
And for that whole meeting I could see that he was trying
So his smile was an island in a sea full of tears

Look, I’ve got a message for our old prime minister
David Cameron
I mean you fucked us, resigned, then sneaked out the firing line

I wanna know how you managed it
And are you bathing in the sun while them papers have a run
At the woman that you left here to handle it?
You gonna teach your little lad to be the man that’s got a plan
And then the moment that it fails to abandon it?
Are there bullies in his school?
And when you pick them up after class, can you feel his embarrassment?
I mean you never gave a fuck about the youth and that’s the truth
There’s no sympathy for you or your cabinet
I really wish I could’ve seen how you were scramblin’
When you lost the referendum that you had to win

I feel like politicians are all addicts
In a big fat game but it’s lives that you gamble with

I’ve got a question for the leader of the Labour Party
Jeremy Corbyn, where do you wanna take the country to?
Honestly, I wanna put my trust in you
But you can understand why if I’ve got trust issues
Do you really have the faith of your party?
Do you really have faith in the party that will come with you?

And how do you plan on keeping all the promises?
Man, if I’m being honest, sir, I’m struggling to get with it
I just ain’t getting it
Everybody’s great until you get them into office and then guys start forgetting things
Prove to us you’re different, don’t promise me anything
Go and get justice for Rashan Charles and Edison
And if you haven’t had the thought to vote yet
Or protest ’cause you don’t really see the progress

I hope you know that what they’re saying is affecting us
The small steps are way better than no steps.”

Dave @ Apple Music

@Santandave1

 

 

Black Capricorn Day

By now you know the world and all it’s ways
In your ripped up jeans that just about hold up dreams
and aspirations, you stay
running into realizations and epiphanies
and violence in the city like you got nine lives
thinking you can overcome lousy luck
with liquid luck and a really long drive,
your choice is rum and mine is wine
and sippin on em we slip on memories
do you remember the time
your head was down for a couple days
cause you lost your job and the rent for the place you stay
coming face to face with this ikkle thing called fate
was really testing you, raising questions in you
contemplating changes you could make
Can you really spend your life this way
Coming off aggressively or too apprehensively
I suggestively have my say,
thats it’s easier to express Black Capricorn Days
than squeeze rhymes out of days that go your way
imagine all the lines left unsaid
If Monday to Sunday was comfortably comfy
and the mental thoughts of aligning in the stars
didn’t leave you hungry
if you stopped judging the cover you might discover
that’s how the books meant to be read,
In your ripped up jeans that just about hold up dreams
perhaps here’s where you’re meant to have stepped
so mornings evolve into rolling out of bed
with a battered up back and a clear head,
steady your vision your climb,
from corners and streets picking up pace
and peace of mind, unwind
into the futile notion you could be up there too
with every other solar source aligned,
looking back down on Black Capricorn Days

Change

Most of the time we write when we are uncomfortable
or we do it to speak for those that can’t speak for themselves
about things that promised to stay the same, and didn’t
so instead we have to change
which is just like being nervous when a conversation starts
although a lot of time has passed
since way back when all I knew was words that rhymed
and poetry in three lines
we realize that change is overdue
and things do, it’s weird
sometimes we welcome it with open arms, or wish
we hadn’t thought ahead so far
and it’s not everyday but I still sit and watch the skyline fade
from color to stars
sanctuary is always the other-side of the horizon so here we are
Standing at the top of a city
I think evolution never reached us
because we are nowhere near as free as birds
who look down from above and fly around for harmless fun
and yet we have a point to make, rewrite fate
if you believe in that
we might sound shy when we call for change but
through nervous laughs, stutters and croaks
you can just about hear vocals and notes
and dream overnight dreams that materialize wings
and save us

Kemi Sulola Artist

Growing up I lived and loved RnB music, honestly I can remember bus journeys to school where it would just be me and my iPod and it was the best part of my day. Whatever genre you are into I’m sure you can appreciate the hard work and courage that goes into writing/producing music from scratch. Take a listen to the video above, to me it sounds old school and takes me back (my version of old-school is the era of Kris Ivory, Fantasia, TLC, Donell Jones, Bobby Valentino etc etc) simple, sexy and soulful.

Check out Kemi’s Soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/kemisulola for more of her melodies and beautiful lyrics :D

She also has a launch night coming up for her debut E.P ‘Fallen For You’ in the Albany Theater – tickets available at www.thealbany.org.uk/event_detail/1563/Hires/Kemi-Sulola:-Fallen-For-You-Live

Enjoy !