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  • Go Tell It On The Mountain | Mr Gee poem | live at Sydney Opera House

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    Poem by Mr Gee dedicated to Martin Luther King jnr. Performed Live at the Sydney Opera House.


    Poet & Radio Presenter Mr Gee:
    Presented BBC Radio 4's "Rhyme & Reason", "Bespoken Word" & 'Poetic Justice"
    Starred as "the poet" for the West End run of "Into the Hoods"
    Was the "poet laureate" for Russell Brand's SONY Award winning Radio Show (yes I was there during "Sachsgate")
    Supported Russell Brand on the "Messiah Complex" tour (first performance poet to do a set at the O2, in front of 17,000 people!),
    Had a cameo role in the film "Get Him To The Greek"
    Writes current affairs poems for BBC regional radio & is a regular contributor for National Prison Radio.

    "A charming and politically articulate street poet” - The Times

    Twitter: https://twitter.com/mrgeepoet
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    Russell Brand Podcast poems: http://genius.com/albums/Mr...


    Go Tell it on the Mountain
    .
    I caught the falling feathers of an angel’s wing,
    And I wanted it tattooed upon my spine,
    Now you can call me a scavenger or a demonic thing,
    Who cares for names if I can fly?
    .
    Who cares for names if I can rise?
    Beyond the frame of gazing eyes,
    Beyond the foot of this historic mountain,
    Which casts a haze upon my life,
    .
    You know it’s impacting how I’m living,
    You know it’s exact & unforgiving,
    It traps my soul within a box,
    And holds a lock to my upliftment,
    .
    I just wanna float away so high,
    I just wanna break the colour lines,
    Break the minimum wage & slavery,
    Break the canons guns & knives,
    .
    That I can escape the prison time,
    Escape the trips to courtroom trials,
    Rewind the school exclusions,
    When Daddy leaves & Mummy cries,
    .
    Am I wrong to want to escape this plight?
    These angel wings give me insight,
    To levitate my mental state,
    & leave these shackles far behind,
    .
    But falling wings leave scattered feathers,
    And I tried my best to just collect them,
    But they were spread oh-so far apart,
    To unite them all would take forever,
    .
    So I gathered just what I could,
    Looked to the skies from where I stood,
    That I could leave behind this mountain,
    Behind this city, behind this ‘hood,
    .
    Behind this street, Behind this road,
    Behind a past that leaves me cold,
    I’ll fly so high that they’ll never find me,
    And I’ll never go back to the days of old,
    .
    But as I flap & flap & flap,
    There are no wings upon my back,
    There is no magical elevation,
    And my puppet strings are still attached,
    .
    I raise my eyes up to the sky,
    Way beyond this mountain high,
    I look to the heavens to just ask why,
    This world won’t get off my back & let me fly,
    .
    I’m stuck at the bottom with my regrets,
    With the single feather that I now possess,
    One day I’ll reach that mountain-top,
    But I’ll have to do it…. Step by step.
    .
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