MY LIFE
By Pat D
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My Life
Growing up inside the smoke
Fighting lessons from a bloke
School approved by HM Queen
Many tears cried sight unseen
The masters rule with stick and belt
They never asked just how we felt
On leaving school I walked straight
Turning right out of the gate
My first job was with a nonce
My second with a bloody ponse
I took up dealing with a bit of stealing
Strangeways had me on the ceiling
Two years in that prison cell
My mind twisted no one could tell
To the outside world I was a lag
Police would stop and search my bag
My paranoia would make me think
The water was coming back up the sink
Out on the streets I did my bit
Trying to stay clear of all the shit
So called mates would drag me in
A pill washed down with a slug of gin
Would set me on a woe full path
Passers-by would feel my wrath
A reveller would make a joke
I take a long draw a massive toque
The noise the lights the rush of blood
I strike like a cobra at the face beneath the hood
I blame everything for me being no good
I would do better if I could
Then comes that familiar sound
I am forced down to the ground
On with the cuffs thrown into a cell
Once again I relive hell
But not just me my family too
I am truly sorry I’ll change for you
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