A Boy Named Jason

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....