Mc Gann


  1. Posted April 19, 2022 at 7:09 pm | Permalink

    This Nobody is somebody;-
    I’m working class , So you can go kiss my ass, coz I got attitude , I’m a street dude , born and raise , I give thanks and praise , to the one , for helping me through, my battles and fights, sleepless nights, now I walk tall , down the street with a bounce in my stride, mr dignified , obviously a confident chap , fell once had a mishap, hurt his head , about that , less said, gota lota help from good people to get me where I am, all part of my master plan , to be somebody , I was always nobody , the world needs to hear my voice , it’s not as if I have a choice , I’ve made it back from eternitys door , this I swore, to highlight what society can do when asked for help, to assist, in recovery to get well, my soul I would sell , to highlite what’s good in this life we call living, my thanks I’m always giving.
    Anthony MC Gann.

  2. Posted April 19, 2022 at 7:21 pm | Permalink

    They always call me Mc Gann, my name on the street, laid bare but with chances to meet and greet , the fools that a young fool meets, on the street one of many in the estate, some you would love and some you wold hate, at the the gate to wave goodbye , to your innocence so sweet, on the street, in the yard of the school, being tough was considered cool, you had to fight for the right just to be me, can’t you see, scars that mend but won’t heal, deep down I feel, the hurt that was cause, my life put on pause, only to find I am one of a kind, do you mind, my mind like a locker room, one in particular you must zoom, thirteen to you in the know, let it show, go with the flow !!!!!!!

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