i’ve posted this mike skinner track, “stay positive”, exactly a year ago. it’s fucking brilliant lyrics that makes me very proud of the streets liñage, as well with people that gets it. skinner was a lad, a fella, a young man when he wrote this, and the most coherent and natural step in his life was to get sick of it all - just like, sadly, he did.

but i’ll keep on listening to this. and a lot of people will keep on listening to this: it’ll have something to say forever. but not listening as blind hope or a fragile rope - holding you on until you let it go without breathe or just flying around, around your neck. it is so full of soul, it talks and talks but it’s not at all common-cliche bullshit or fucking bragging-‘bout-yerself-shit, it is so full of reality: i don’t think, since damon albarn, that somebody expressed the hurricane-minded will of young men as good as mike skinner. sure, through different point-of views, but the aim and the goal are the same.

in 2012, just try to stay positive - but (and) with everything between.

thanks and cheers to everybody out here.

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an audio.

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‘cause this world swallows souls and when the blues unfold it gets cold, solids burns holes. you’re going mad - perhaps you always were - but when things was good you just didn’t care: this is called irony. when you most need to get up you got no energy, time and time shit’ll happen. the dark shit’s unwrapping but no-one’s listening: your mates are laughing, your brethren’s fucking and then you start hating.

your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning, so smoke another draw: it won’t matter no more - but the next day still feels sore. rain taps on your window - always did tho’ but you didn’t hear it when things were so-so - you’re on your own now, your little zone, you were born alone and believe me: you’ll die alone. weed becomes a chore, you want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack.

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“stop dreaming”: people who say that are blaspheming, they’re doing nine-to-five and moaning, and they don’t want you succeeding when they’ve blown it. and your idols: who are they? they too dreamt about their day. positive steps will see your goals, whether it’s dollars or control, feel the gold. i ain’t helping you climb the ladder, i’m busy climbing mine: that’s how it’s been since the dawn of time. if you reach a cul-de-sac the world turns it’s back. this is your zone, it’s like blackjack: he might get the ace or the top one, so organise your two’s and three’s into a run then you’ll have fucked him some and for that you’ll be the better one.

one last thing before you go, though: when you feel better tommorow you’ll be a hero, but never forget today. you could be back here. things can stray. what if you see me in that window? you won’t help me, i know. that’s cool, just keep walking where you go. carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know you ain’t lightweight and go see your mates. and when they don’t look happy play them this tape.

i hope you understand me: i ain’t no preaching fucker and i ain’t no do-goody-goody either, this is about when shit goes pear-shaped and if you aren’t or ever have been at rock bottom, then good luck to you in the big wide world. but remember that one day shit might just start crumbling, your bird might fuck off or you might lose your job. it’s when that happens that what i’m talking about will feel much more important to you.

so if you ain’t feeling it, just be thankful that things are cool in your world.

just try and stay positive.