Holding a knife is my life
Weapon just for my protection.
Finding clubs and bars.
Whatever is open mind you.
This is my life I do what I choose.
Playing in the club singing the blues.
Jazz is my music.
Feels good to be let in.
18 popping in and out
Left school since you let town.
Impressing people left right and centre.
Just beating the oppressor.
Fighting down the fears.
Passing by the years.
All over the news is a hit and run.
Just like another one.
Gang shot a random person.
Which turned out to be extraordinary person.
Head down reading a paper.
Just a newborn which to be looked at with scorn.
Money comes with a confession
Which may lead you to depression.
Read between the lines.
Keep tabs on territory.
Know it's only hereditary.
Why can't you live a better life ?
This is only strife.
If I keep my cards close to my chest.
Who knows where I'll be.
That's just a story.
Gang culture.
Just so you know that's what I could of become.
Realise how lucky I've been.
I know what my life would of been.
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Only a Number Not a Name
Short StoryIts about fictional rasicism in England. In how I would approach racism whilst trying to combat white saviorism. Showing that we all struggle, how the 2 characters communicate in how they treat each other with respect and will do whatever it takes t...
