Love Letter to an Angel

I once wrote a love letter to an angel

Scribbled down my feelings and emotions on an A4 about a pageful

So when the postman asked for the address and told me

They didn′t deliver to the heaven, it was painful

From that point on at a young age

I realized reality would always stand in the way of a man attempting

To fulfill his heart's desires

And that the postman was a wanker

And that only a fool would believe in Santa

No man will give you something without expecting something back in return

Would you listen to my story if I told you I was just another black youth from the urban part of North London known as Wood Green

Where were still hanging from the same tree by the same by the same rope

I was a fool to believe them when they said I shouldn′t waste my vote

Last year I was the first and last time you see me put an x next to a party's name

Because they increased tuition fees

4 kids died from stabbings last week

And apparently Obama just buried Osama

Like I said, only a fool would believe in Santa

I write poems while working in a stockroom at work

On a phone which is supposed to be my locker

There is a possibility I could get fired before finishing this next line

I'm just like you, sitting behind a cashier, wondering what all these years of education amounted to

I know a doctor that is a cleaner

A lawyer that stacks bottles and an accountant that works in McDonalds

Didn′t you strive for that degree?

Wasn′t that piece of paper with a number supposed to change your life?

The irony of what I just said made me laugh twice

Because a clever man will tell you money is the root of all evil,

But a wise man will tell you that money was created by people,

And my mum will say: "Money can't by you happiness, but it can help".

How would she react if she found I took my degree and ripped it up?

All the great men are no longer here to sit with us

So I drop knowledge on the streets and hope the youth pick it up

I never smoke weed, so who am I to disagree?

Spark one up and blaze away if that′s what sets you free

Because they will tell you that it's Kosher

Then they attempt to dictate your life with a rota

I′m a product of a part-time shift in Sainsbury's

Twenty hour shifts in Marks and Spencer full time at a construction site only to get home and find out the council have still turned off your lights

F-em!!!

12 years in the school system, 3 years in a higher learning institution, two exclusions

Been young, black and sagging your jeans causing you lectures to draw conclusions

American dream street illusions

Uncles constantly asking to send them money via Western Unions

No degree, turning 23 and finding out life ain′t what you thought it would be

Admitting this to yourself awkwardly

Mental depression, government steering the economy straight into a reception

So now Lily can't get a job even though she paid attention in every flipping lesson

"To be or not to be?" is an irrelevant question

"I think there for I am"

The world is a classroom and they want to put my people in detention

I feel like Black Jew in Nazi Germany