Sittin’ spitting in Britain
Wi’ written scribbles I’m scripting…
Depicting, drifting, existing,
Through the mist of Newbiggin,
Chillin…Living as villains,
Wi’ parents drilling ambition
Quizzing, insisting that I listen...
Time till prison is ticking
But…
Tongue whippin’ a victim, constricting an’ gripping
Increases resistance, there’s no wisdom in bitchin’…
An’ persisting to dig in, you’re not twisting my wrist’s n’
And I’m not singin my sins n’ sinking
Inquisitions are ringing, wi ’the criminal’s winning
Quit reminiscing…
Start admitting that decisions…
To discipline with fists an’ a kicking is…
Forbidden in fiction, never mind living children
The damn system is sinking,…
So I’m still drinking n’ binging
And…
…Still grinning n’ winking at women
I show no guilt as I’m jilting
Within a blink of an instant I’m back chillin’…
…In England my kingdom.
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