Spoon washed half cut white baked moonlight,
I'm sadly back on the pipe but still smiling.
Though hungry, broke and cold the next day,
N it’s frowns n the bank that’s dialling.
It's early doors n a room full of smoke n joke,
I’ve sadly succumbed 2 my old ways.
Burning spontex n cleaning glass pipes,
I don’t want 2 slip down to them danger days.
We got a gun dealer in here just for fun,
Blagging hot n cold his jib I’m not sure.
Got one hand on my shank in my coat,
As I try to sit calm n quiet by the door.
He’s got a little 20 year old young ting,
Hanging on his jacket he’s just showing her 4 play.
She’s only taking blowbacks right now,
But within a week she’ll be selling herself 4 pay.
He’s blowing out smoke through a shooter,
N he’s trying to act all fit n cool.
I’ve already marked out spots on his bod,
That’ll I’ll be digging in hard with my tool.
Every bodies eyeing up every other body,
It’s schiz 2 the bliz and paranoia central.
Peeps eying peeps white on black kept tight,
I can’t handle this n my minds already half mental.
A harsh old haunt n drawn droop eye lids,
It’s a game for others n I don’t wanna play.
Carpet picking curtain twitching wired old men,
But least my blank bank account will hav the final say.
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