Josh Macksoni

Sometimes (Frankie Stew and Harvey Gunn cover) - ​Rap Out of hours im on break from the clownin, don't pay well to wear the face of a downer.

Carapace for the coward, camouflage apathetic outta place if he outward.

On his ace pathways stay nebulous, collapse like an empire instead in the pack.

Yet sense he's destined to replicate Romulus' Right hemisphere, his duplicate mirror that.

Stating clear facts just appeal to the half, Astrologically cracked so it's constantly that Sometimes monsters attack, it's just Josh in a mask What's he got in his hand?

A bottle of all the things you forgot you had botched in the past and a list off of everything wrong with you Written in mystery ink, the accomplice is onto you in your dungarees, do the dog wanna murder you?

Hook Sometimes I want to split like bacterium, end the delirium here in my head.

Sometimes I want to conquer my fears again, wander the fields until my feet are in shreds.

I know myself sometimes, scare myself most times, loath in the bad times, squander the good Blunder the once in a lifetimes, splutter on what ifs and wonder the woulds.

Thunderous coulds send crumbling moods rumbling through the humbling boulevard, Stalked by menacing shoulds, enveloped in dusk of the past, I'm charged to pursue.

It's hard on the soul to barter with truth when paths that we stand on are rubble the fathers left.

Faster we do, paths'll be smooth, we can take off their shoes, the harm'll be less.

Martyrdom by predation Eternalized in dark-red chains, four hundred years rusted, They fall.

Shackles attached to tactical vests pull away the beast’s thin hide, It shrieks.

The multicoloured skin collapses into a sad puddle, Leaving behind a pallid abomination, Hissing and spitting poison in familiar rhetoric.

Its cries sting ears and hearts And tear one thousand, nine hundred and sixty-eight scars open.

Bleeding takes the place of freedom, As lamentation is shot down with rubber projectiles And immersed in a choking fog.

Promises are broken and need amending, But amendments are quick to quote And much slower put into motion, Though twisted thoughts are thrust to the surface The moment Africans call for the liberty that is owed them.

The creature roars louder, drawing an ancient blade That they taught us was shattered before my mother was born.

I weep.

Through sodden eyes, I can see that the beast will fall to a prismatic army at daybreak.

My crying overshadowed by that of the shame: It took the horror of a knee on a neck And a grown man calling for his momma.

The beast will take all it can before the dawn.

The Meadows - (submission for student magazine ‘Hunting Ponies’ - ​Rap/page Ambitious in my younger days then underwhelmed by under pay My overworked imagination conjuring anxieties First memories in ninety-eight, light year came in ninety-nine Flight suit on like half the time, cardboard wings like Christmas day Harbouring a different state of thinking missing in me for a minute Must admit Id been a cynic since about '08 Until I started mimicking the rhythms I'd been hearing from the greats Twenty fifteen was the year the veil was lifted to reveal the game Pieces scattered of my mind, one day I'll get one back Hell to tax, made unwell by helter-skelter, felt the fangs Pressed in by my shackles, never asked to be here, better axe The basilisk contracting round the jugular of modern man Led to understand we're holding out for judgement day Witness heaven for those unfazed by Armageddon Crock pot of atrocities line pockets of the rich, imma get em Cost me dreams of hunting ponies in the meadows.