A Boy Named Jason
Verse:
Let me tell you, a story 'bout a boy named Jason
Raised in the London town he was based-in
As a kid, he was all over the place-and
Off the ground so much it looked like levitation
Now him and his mum where in the situation
Of living broke, two bedroom accommodation
His father was out of the equation
So they where both alone with nearly no relations
But from a young age his imagination
And skills for entertainment became blatant
And as his mind was continuously racing
Creating, was his only form of sedation
So from stories to little animations
It felt like it was his full designation
To keep writing with full dedication
'Til he gained tools to fuel his elevation
Then on his 8th birthday celebration
He got the karaoke machine he'd been waiting
For, with recording integration
So he started putting his ideas to tapes-and
Using his lyrics along with the combination
Of his mum's ex's PC she gave-him
And his dad's old keyboard from the basement
Started recording all of his creations
To him it was amazing
This new outlet he was tasting
When he was writing he was in elation
So then he took it into consideration
If a whole album would be worth making
He'd been dubbed Syko by his mates-and
So with that name made a record simulation
That's when syko recordz came into formation
Now when it came to education
In classes he could of easily been acing
But couldn't focus or keep his concentration
His notebooks where full of illustrations
Little cartoons and scribbled annotations
Lyrics to enemies as retaliation
He'd make song's about them after provocation
And watch as they spread through the school circulation
But it was then, he started hanging with waste-men
Who prided themselves on intimidation
Way past drug experimentation
Smoking every day instead of as recreation
The teachers just didn't have the patients
To deal with him or his bad reputation
And after the doctors reccomendation
And diagnosis he was given medication
The Ritalin he faked taking
To stay hyper for the duration
Of his school days he was just wasting
As each one just added to the accumulation
Of trouble, and no amount of persuasion
Guidance or teacher conversations
Stopped him being expelled not long from year 8-and
Left to deal with police investigations
And only then did he see what he was facing
Had his school life flushed down a basin
Sitting in a cell at the phed station
And ended up in a centre where they placed-him
That's when he came to the relisation
That his lifestyle needed erasion
Him and his mates needed seperation
His whole life needed re-configuration
But outside of these complications
Every year he'd stepped up his pacing
Musically he was almost adjacent
To those doing it as professional occupation
He'd moved from Ejay, Reason was the replacement
Now he was delaing with his own orchestration
5 albums done, another in formulation
At 16 he'd scraped his qualifications
But there was an irritation
Every bit of rap in his generation
Consisted of fake thugs,little imitations
Each one just looking like a duplication
He knew the rap game needed renevation
And as it stands it's still an abomination
So many areas open for exploration
Yet still it's run by dramatization
So ever since his plan's been in operation
To open eyes and see the irradication
Of fake rappers until they're gone and ancient
To make way for the sophistication
Now he's spreading through the nation
With haters fueling his innovation
As well as the thousands of fans embracing
His ideas and watching in observation
He's got his plan laid out in navigation
From here there will only be inflation
So to the fans, wait with anticipation
To see more of the boy named Jason....
