05 Jun 2020
peoples, they got you looking at steeples, you will.
some point if it hasn’t already this born scenario we see play out
is going to put a heel straight in your rose garden soon. Presuming
you have a rose garden and not a balcony.
you have a balcony, instead of a garden you know exactly what rung
on, you can jump anytime you like to see how deadly high it is.
just one moment can you sit down (oh
you are, ok)
and think of all the things being up in the air for all to see.
you are coming home and you see where you’re
going long before others.
I lived in one and next the one I lived before, I saw both sides.
lived in a House in the hood, on an old street that didn’t get
by the estates built around it.
some when they first arrived they liked the green and
pleasant prepared land, they came from a fuckin hovel.
there were trees and grass, not only that it was preceded with a war
of unimaginable ending.
had enough, a belly up to the back of tongue enough.
EVERYONE, wanted no more bangs, except the complete idiots, lunatics,
“know whats best for you”s, the brainy.
a good brain, well a let’s do it our way if we have to, brain, they
built the pleasant land.
inhabitants were picked for skill and age, strata of the pro-rata,
were let loose in the pen, many figures started to accumulate.
but surely over the years the animals in the pen started to see, this
isn't good at all for me.
in a box, I'm not ok, they tell me when to go on holiday.
isn't a box, it’s a battery, some are in charge of the static, we
figures pointed out to the manager of the farm, they had educated too
much, it could only lead to harm.
management said let’s keep our head, we will turn down the learn,
make it harder to earn.
can think about that, but not where there at, if they discover this,
that will be that.
guess what kiddies here we are, you’re
not safe anywhere not even in the jam jar.
fact watch out, the car is a sign, if it’s too
posh you will get a smashing fine.
all are scared, the game is up, everyone is a liar, but no one wants
scared to tell the truth of you, in case it’s not right, I'm sorry
madame your kid didn't pull thru.
is what your
mum’s told, as her face turns completely cold.
this the answer to act out your fear, a revenge for a past you can’t
is nothing special to you that's different to anyone one else, we
woke up together be scared of that if nothing else.
better calm down, there will be nothing left, this will suit the
right and the left, when you're all weak, tired from the fight, the
booze has run out and the gun’s lost its sight.
man in charge likes to rhyme as well, he talks of shooting and also
likes the gun, for fun an recreation, but it will come out if you
they all like shooting let’s get him an’ Putin,
mano a mano, we can watch while commutin’.
for work in the middle of their
virus, I say theirs
cos it damn
well is, I'm sure it existed before it was assisted.
made it, through their
hands maybe, did you consider that, as you worry for your baby.
sure you did, after all you’re
not daft, but if you are don’t worry, here’s a raft of knowledge
from the past, well one persons version for you to hang from your
mast on ship about to go off Niagara,
It's ok, It’s all with Viagra.
have no shame, nothing to gain, don’t care about money fortune or
fame, simple little rhyme I did write in one go, no edit, no bullshit
just my stupid self, like you, on my shelf.
I’m pissing myself off now, so don’t worry I will pack it in.
could go on about all the shit they are going to go on, about.
let’s just take a break, shall we.
down the fuckin placard for fucks sake, you are not unique or new.
behind you, oh
for fucks sake I
cant help it can I.
not to belittle anything anyone’s doing.
about the only thing I can actually
do these days, is tell you what I see.
do that so you can interpret it with me, what
the fuck there I
a a lap!., k, let’s try again.
though, let’s be a bit still for a minute.
is getting nutz.
remember that, look at the actual numbers, compared to the varying
personal propaganda that suits, go look where you don’t like
looking, name the flat numbers from THE AGREED census.
is going to go very bad very quick, and
all you wanna be veterans
are gonna find out why the real veterans hide in the woods, mostly.
saying hiding implies cowardice, that is clearly not that case, so
let me be clear on that.
they are mostly what was called shellshocked.
I think is the general term now.
they are on the edge, so are the "never fort a war but wanna"
president emporer forever whoever.
want a particular war, it goes hand in hand with others, like them,
they have and are all part of a group that reside under flags which
control the residue in t-shirts that are on stupid people doing what
t-shirt says about them, because they are scared.
the big mouths, they have plans, all of them, and
if they didn’t, they fuckin do now.
the windbags that do the leading, they have a big responsibilty.
swords and words have two edges, which both blunt with time.
what you chant.
are cameras everywhere, there
won’t be no denying.
is said in anger and haste in the world now is oh so different to the
opinion shifts as does the volume, on the mood, of the crowd.
you are a surfer, you know you're the twig.
have been watching these soon to become moguls of a new death, they
are not aware in the height of hysteria.
with a mic, better chill the fuck out.
was walking through London
yesterday, I encountered a kid in Tottenham,
he was wandering.
looked like he was, not a good idea if you ain’t from there, you
better look like you know where you’re going, if it ain’t your
I would of said it a long time ago.
I could spot this, you know the local predators, do.
was sitting having a snout outside Tottenham Hale tube, waiting for a
mate to pick me up.
was sitting there thinking, as you do, watching bods go by, smiling.
could see me smiling cos I had taken of my mask.
had it on in the tube an airport etc, but took the chance to take it
to tell you, I love the mask, I get to do what I always have to do in
some obvious way.
get to where a mask, totally
fun, for the arsehole that plays with them all day.
no, It ain’t fun, I know, just sayin’.
was a kid riding round on a bike.
like wheels, I’m
a bit dim.
love bikes and
anything with wheels, this was a piece of shit, the bike I
was thinking, then I thought, why is he riding round here.
smiling, a good amount of you already know what he was doing Eh!
fell in to, I didn’t look to much at him, more people came by, A
man about thirty came banging down a hill on a skateboard, he jumped
the curb at speed, and
he saw I saw, and
was already smiling I guess, and
years that took to hit that at thirty and
just pop, bag etc, he looked like he was off to work.
was nowhere near as many people about as usual, but this is a main
hub, so still peeps, about a quarter I'd say.
my mate rang me, He said meet at so n so road, I won’t have to get
with the one way system then.
I of course agreed to, I had done that thing you do to friends which
makes them hate you quite rightly for a mo.
get me bruv, ta.
rolled a snout they only had matches in the shop, so I
lit my match, and
got my shit.
I'm walking up the road, I see this bod he is walking along looking
round, I thought as I said the first time I saw him, geez, stop doin
is about three hundred yards ahead of me, and
he stops at a disused bus stop, and
started looking at the blank sign and
it was, It didn’t look like it was operational, but it was.
had plenty of time to see this seen unfold, as I walked slowly
smoking my blunt.
also gettin a bit older and
had just come from heathrow on the empty weird tube, here’s a
I thought about ringing my mate, and saying I’m going to be a bit longer, uphill.
As I did, I instinctively looked over my shoulder, anyone that lives or works in a city knows what I mean, ya feel a mug if someone grabs it eh.
In my none conscious glance, yep, sure enough, here he comes picking up speed looking around, he already knew there were no cameras there, we were now on a very lonely stretch of road by a park next to the entrance of a notorious alley.
And of course there’s matey standing there looking all over.
I'm a cuntasaurus rex as you know, so I did get my phone out.
I didn’t turn it on, I used it as a mirror, an spied my mate on his bike coming up the frog, lickin’, now.
As he caught me up, he made, and so did I, he went flying.
I laughed ran over gave him a kick, at which he was missing.
The chap at the bus stop, didn’t even see.
I got my shit an carried walking thinking, yeah, you is the target, this ain’t your hood no more, I found that so funny for a bit, as I got to the guy, he looked at me with those eyes man.
I said what you lost, he said yeah, I said where you going, I won’t say where.
I said to him yeah you ain’t far, if you look over there you can see a pylon in the distance, that is in the car park of your destination.
He said is this bus stop working, I said yeah, but you just missed one, and it’s reduced, so that’s you for an hour.
He looked a bit worried.
I said you late, he said no, but that don’t look like a good road t walk up.
He was wrong actually.
We can all be unlucky, but it was a motorway with a path alongside.
I said it ain’t far you will walk it in 15 mins I would and I'm an old fuck.
He laughed, a smile, a fucking nice smile too.
Bet his mum loves him.
I said nah, I'm going down that way into the badlands, you’re alright up there.
He said thanks and I left him waiting at the crossing to get to the path on the other side, the safer side, away from, people.
You and me, all for a set of circumstances.
I waited for my mate, finished my jay.
Now, Tell me what colour everyone was.
police are out of control because the boss wants, even they are
shitting it now.