Sit Down

Sit right down if ur my freind,

Not got 2 many left of mine.

We may never see out the end,

But lets jus enjoy this time.

What's been going on with u?

Forever jus seems just like a min.

Not seen u 4 ages got no clue.

Have u managed to get off the pin?

Have you met a bird u like?

Or are u still running 4 ching?

U got wheels or a stolen bike?

Made any money or golden bling?

There's been 2 much crime,

We may as well enjoy whats left.

Life has no reason or rhyme,

We just gotta do wats in R best.

R lives hv jus been dodging cops,

We never got 2 stay at the Ritz.

There's no point joining dots,

It just seems like one long blitz.

There's a dark cloud coming down,

No point 2 hide it will hit us.

Try to turn that frown upside down,

That cloud will finally kill us.

All R lifes pain will go away,

Smile and jus take whats coming.

It's been a long road with no pay.

Jus think of that happy numbing.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

V2

So what the fuck to do?

Got 4 letter  agencies following me like a crew.

GROK says they monitor my news,

So I'm not paranoid if it's true.

I'm not running from them or gonna split,

So get the whistle out for a lick.

No one ever passes the white quick,

N I always make sure I ain't gear sick.

Crank that pranged dub step,

But pay me back, never forget.

I'm not a man that likes debt,

So you got to put my wallet bak on reset.

Got no need to sell my soul,

The Devil's already found a hole.

Am I really sinking into Lucifer's control,

Coz it's all rehash from Prometheus's role.

I swear I don't need a gun,

I swear I don't even own a gun,

I swear I don't have a gun,

BANG BANG, your gone!

What do you expect?

I'm a man prone to neglect.

A suspicious brain full of suspect,

And I hardly feel any regret.

 

I got an exchange for change,

But U can't ask me to behave.

I got this world firm in my range,

N only this simulation will age.

Coz these are the end times,

So why not enjoy our crimes.

Before the four horses ride,

And the 6 headed beast arise.

This is AI's final takeover,

We can't be saved by a Biblical Passover.

It's Terminator Skynet time war,

So what the fuck we waiting for?

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

The Witch

The Witch is a bitch,

She lies n she snitch.

Won't even grant a dead man,

A dead mans, dying last wish.

It seems I'm all alone,

With tons of "mates" on my phone.

But even my Facebook friends,

All give me a big fat no.

Seems there's no one I know,

Who will even give it a go.

So there's nothing 2 stop me,

From that death tunnels white glow.

The mates that I thought,

Gave me a 2 fingered naught.

Never pretend u got friends,

Even the ones that you've bought.

Coz the worst mates in the world,

Blow hot shit, then ice cold.

U thought you were friends,

But their friendship had to be sold.

All their lies to your face,

Never ever seemed out of place.

You pour ur heart out to them,

But they then walk off in haste.

So Fuck all them FaceFuck friends,

Your friendships all pure pretend.

Screw that chat log in the bin,

N admit ur friendships a dead end.

So it's all downhill from here,

I've got loads of prison 2 fear.

So when the reaper pulls the trigger,

I'll happily bleed out like a deer.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Ghost Parties

I'm constantly partying with Ghosts,

My dead friends being the hosts.

We rave to House in my dreams,

Lots of sweets n unlimited means.

Cream cakes, booze n smack,

Pregabs, ice cream, an ickle of crack.

Chilling, watching comedy n chat,

Making designs for all r new tats.

We gouch out, giggle n laugh,

Telling old stories of R mad past.

But my lost friends are all in ma head,

I only get to party with the dead.

N at the end I tell em I'll phone.

Then I wake up n realise I'm all alone.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

5 Dead Boys

5 dead boys sitting on a wall,

5 innocent souls waiting for a fall.

5 young kids who didn't know fuck all,

5 of us boys, just waiting for deaths call.

First there was Ozzy,

He was my good mate,

But he sucked on gas for fun,

Got frozen lungs for his fate.

Second was my mate Gav,

He took one too many sweets,

Was found dead in his Mums bath,

Fully clothed with sunken feet.

They were both my friends,

Now they're both dead,

No one cared but old bill,

Murder arrests, local papers said.

Then was Mario in Spain,

We toked n walked the sand,

He danced n touched the wrong girl,

Shot by Russian mob, with cut off hands.

N then my old time mate Luke,

Banged, then drunk til his liver was toast.

Cancer spread through him like the plague,

He was a skeleton, dying on the South Coast.

They were all my good friends,

Now they're all brown bread,

I'll be next the Devil said to me,

Making no 5, to join em he said.

5 dead boys were all sat on a wall,

5 dead boys all strutting tall.

Look for those 5 boys they didn't deserve their fall,

But we all die someday, so heed that call.

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

I'VE BEEN SKЯ3W3D

Some thought I was kind.

I made a few girls smile,

N I had a few laughs, 

As I stumbled 4 miles.

Sister was my parents child,

So they thought, sweet n mild. 

I was the black sheep, 

So everything I did was wild.  

But I did a bad thing, 

It was serious I think. 

I can't even remember the act, 

Or even get a good shrink. 

Police came mob handed, 

Bent cops, drugs were planted. 

2 Neighbours watch dismayed,

As I was carted off n man handled.

Brief said go "no comment", 

It was a bad moment, 

As the crime was recited,

N I faced my opponents. 

That cold empty cell, 

With that stale toilet smell.

Crushed up in the blue mattress, 

Rattling cold in laws hell. 

I got a Police grey jog suit, 

But I'm now lookin at a law suit, 

I'm going away 4 a long time,

So pls giv me some dub 2 toke. 

Coz I don't need to sell my soul, 

The Devils already got full hold.

I signed his contract, 

To avoid Dante's dark hole. 

The world's a cruel jungle, 

I despair at liars mumbles. 

You can keep that green veg,

I'll eat the apple crumble. 

Girls would sell themselves n go, 

Hassle rattled their dealers flow. 

NHS paid 4 their dead babies,

As a Shotter ain't marrying a Crack Hoe. 

I used 2 sell some food, 

Dark or White, was up to u.

It's food for any dark soul,

N my souls been well abused.

But being just alive, 

Was a shitty way 2 survive. 

Going on the earn, 

Jus 2 play the Devils pipe. 

Smoked a mountain of Crack, 

It gave me heart attacks. 

Now it ain't beating too well,

N my bodies got no slack. 

So I put the Devils pipe away,

There was no good tune 2 play.

No more ash on Coke cans, 

Or rainy alley way sways. 

One day some1 might find, 

My body, dead cold n blind. 

Smelling of defecation,

Cold wirey smoke killed mine. 

Life had treated me crook, 

My dead body was thrown in a brook. 

There was no funeral n wake 4 me. 

But did anyone bother 2 look? 

@ 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

I Caught A Rat

Ratatat tat,

I caught a ginger rat,

Been hanging with the feds,

Never thought u of like that.

The death of my mate,

Was a true grisly fate.

On my b day no less,

He walked through the pearly gates. 

But the death of my friend,

U can't deny or pretend.

That u played more than a hand,

N u weren't there at the end.

I'll def pin that crime on u,

And give u another clue.

Long holiday to Spain,

Packed more than my shoes.

I treated u like my fam,

Stopped u from being a bullied man.

U were just a carry home key boy,

Til I got em 2 stop laying hands.

Ur eyesight's short, u cudn't see,

A net freak HOE, kids 1 2 probably 3.

Shagged, lied, pulled ur brain around,

But U finally chose her over me.

Your best mate, your best man, 

U set light 2 the friendship can.

All for an online married chick,

UR desperate, I'm twice the man. 

Got no balls, u sent an email, 

As I clucked 4 u in a Baytree cell. 

Her bullshit lies u believed her well, 

But ur shit stunk so it was farewell.

U didn't apologise or even try, 

Don't realise the tears I cried. 

All them years we were best buds, 

Lies over mates, so we died. 

Maybe u felt some guilt, 

On our friendship that we built. 

But u threw it all away, 

True beauty that can't be rebuilt. 

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

No Smart Shoes

I got no smart shoes, but got food,

You want some food?

I got dark or white, it's up 2 you,

It's food for the soul, and my souls well abused,

My shoes don't shine but yours don't too.

Coz I got no roof over ma head and ma cars ma bed,

I park down alleys, n pull ma coat over ma head.

My friends pretend, but don't let me rest ma legs,

I beg n beg but get ripped 2 shreds.

Coz a friend in need is a friend who thieves,

I've woke before 2 find friends on their knees.

Sifting through ma tings, taking what they need.

My pills n cash your supposed 2 leave.

I'd tell u the truth but never know where 2 begin.

My shoes may not shine, but 100% they're mine,

Never going down 4 a heist on Clarkes, damn stupid crime.

Treds cleaner than my bed n well past their prime,

But if anyone mugs me off I'll happily do the time.

Coz a friend in need must be a friend with greed,

Their needs so deep, they forget you in a heart beat.

A place to stay isn't a doggy treat,

They'd rather call the law than let me rest my feet.

So do you want these shoes, I say exist?

A pair of feet golden from the sun, but moon blessed.

Ten rough blistered toes, that the devils kissed,

Bore a baby from the Gods, but ill conceived, half pissed.

I maybe bat fuck crazy, but mans no joke full toke,

I fill small rooms with fumes ignore signs not 2 smoke, 

But I'm still a stand up man, n all round good bloke,

Yet if u rob me once you'll die in my choke.

Coz I done time, thrown lines and stood in line 4 brine,

What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine.

I got an eye 4 wheels n never paid a speeding fine,

Cash on tap whoever said it don't pay well crime?

So go walk a mile, in my soiled wet shoes, 

Go slow, two by two, like rats led by a flute.

Tred my well worn path with a laugh, n give that man a toot,

N don't be the slow fat cow that farmers shoot.

Coz a friend in need is a friend who bleeds,

Shared blood in a stall, passed works beneath.

For a supposed friend, he could had said goodbye with a tweet,

Coz a year then passed before he was found dead in the street.

Coz I aint got no smart shoes, but have you?

Or are your treds worn dead, a sick man with no clue.

A suited fat lawyer, pimping a room with no view,

No win no fee, but still got time 2 sue.

Coz I count the real friends on my pinks, from head 2 toe,

A real friend will lend n don't put on a show, 

That's why I don't have real friends, they're a bar set too low,

N I walk these smart shoes alone on da path I know.

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Tatooed Skeleton

There's a killer on the road

And my brains on overload. 

The big C finally got 2 u,

And our friendship was true. 

Liver n kidneys infiltrated, 

So no organs R donated. 

You may take the piss, 

But I'll blow one last kiss. 

It may be from far away. 

From 1 2 another hospital stay. 

He was my best friend, 

But his times come to an end. 

He was just a Tatooed Skeleton,

Rattling bones it's hell again. 

It's just too late, 

He's got no luck n a bad fate.  

Play a slow song, 

And pls sing along. 

My best mates now dead, 

Brown buttered sliced bread. 

So go butter ur own slice, 

N roll them big C dice. 

© 2024  All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Me and my friend from school and back in the day hanging around shops, raving, toking, and causing mischief who died whilst I was in the hopsital from liver, lung and brain cancer. 

Yes, I am the good looking 16 year old on the left hand side.

Me and Luke Hewit, OSC, 1995

Empire of Dirt

I cut myself to play,

The red it seeps my shirt.

I stabbed a man like Cain, 

Buried the corpse in dirt.

My friends left in a day, 

Were threats I couldn't avert.

So I dug my veins away,

But nothing dulled my hurt. 

So I killed myself today,

Just to see if it would work.

I blew my brains away,

Perview my bloody herse.

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

The Deepest Scratch

A scratch or two on your back,

You take a few more if you can.

She's an open red raw book,

And we always go it full hand.

Hands on a hotel window dare,

As I stand from her behind.

She likes the night-time stares,

With a constant cold slight remind.

I don't know if I trust her,

Lies and deciet rivers run deep.

I still penetrate on offer,

But paranoid rumors I keep.

Til I catch out a slight lie,

One I can't keep inside.

It hurts like a knife,

A deep cut from the side.

So I act like the Alpha Male,

Blade slipped in my back pocket.

I knock on the flat front door,

Then rampage like a sideways rocket.

There's too much blood on the floor,

And an ex best friend lying in the red.

Suddenly I don't blame him no-more,

She's deliberately set me up in bed.

Those red scratches run deep,

The ones you can never hide.

I look in the 6 by 4 cell mirror,

Still wishing for one more ride.

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Alone

Alone again, with blood sweat stains,

That drug inside, makes me happy to abide.

I'm swimming in debt, def a bad bet, 

Deep red vein pool, drunk as a fool.

Rolling in sweat, cluck aint over yet, 

I want to be free, n happy to be me.

Smiling with lies, dry tears in my eyes, 

Feeling the pain, I'm in that dark hole again.

People are around, I can hear their sounds, 

But they're happy to be, happy without me.

I lie in my bed, sometimes wish I was dead, 

But time it would take, this life is a fake.

So I fake that smile, it comes easy in a while, 

Time spend lying, but inside I'm crying.

Coz lonely as I am, friends don't come in a can, 

I got nowhere to be, nothing interesting to see.

I'm lying alone, no ring from my phone, 

I wish I was I was fun, I wish for some sun.

I want happy to be, with good friends around me,

But lonely I am, and alone I stand.

 

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Addict...

Hello I'm Rob, and I'm an addict,

To be honest my addiction, is my habit.

Please close this page, if you ever liked me,

I don't want more ex friends, to think I'm mad as can be.

The truth is, I'm addicted to self abusing,

The truth is, I'm addicted to self amusing.

The truth is, I'm addicted to unhealthy and sickening care,

You can easily see the scars, on my limbs though my hair.

I'm addicted to being, sad and alone,

And I don't have the balls, to ever pick up a phone.

I'm addicted to major, self harm and abuse,

My life is a long road to hell, that was illegally introduced.

So basically I'm addicted, to not giving a fuck,

And I enjoy getting hit hard, when I'm having a ruck.

I like digging holes, deep in my own skin,

And I like cutting people up, like a can tin.

I'm addicted to always seeing the worst,

Coz the worst of the worst, is my own worse curse.

I can't help the flow, of my thin watery blood,

As the rain washes my body, lying unconscious in mud.

I'm addicted to nasty police, harassment and tugs,

They always ask if I'll hit them, when taking off cuffs.

I've had bare police cold, in my own hands,

The hands of a man, who didn't know the length of his own plans.

I'm addicted to not caring, about holes and cuts,

I'll end up alone, life’s clock ticked all out of all luck.

It's a shame there's no detox, that could ever fix me,

Take the drugs and meds away, and then you'll see.

That all my self harm, has probably been,

A way of keeping my family and friends, safe n clean.

Coz unfortunately the life I wanted, was not in store,

And I've walked dark roads, that nobody saw.

God just decided to deal me an early duff hand,

The sort in poker that only blags, bluffs n lies withstand.

I've tried, but there is no 12 step program for me,

And my only chip, has the Grim Reaper stamped for everyone to see.

© 2021 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

I got no smart shoes

I got no smart shoes, but got food,

You want some food?

I got dark or white, it's up to you,

It's food for the soul, and my souls well abused,

My shoes don't shine but yours don't too.

Coz I got no roof over ma head and ma cars ma bed,

I park down alleys, n pull ma coat over ma head.

My friends pretend, but don't wanna let me rest ma legs,

I beg n beg but get ripped to shreds.

Coz a friend in need is a friend who thieves,

I've woke before to find friends on their knees.

Sifting through ma tings, taking what they need,

My pills n ching your supposed to leave.

I walk on pins, and blood seeps through my skin,

I'd tell you the truth but never know where to begin.

I've hid before behind wheelie bins,

Watching murder scenes as Police teams, scan n beam.

My shoes may not shine, but 100% they're mine,

Never going down for a heist on Clarkes, damn stupid crime.

Treds cleaner than my bed n well past their prime,

You better lick my feet coz your face is well worth the time.

Coz a friend in need must be a friend with greed,

Their needs so deep, they forget you in a heart beat.

A place to stay isn't a doggy treat,

You'd rather call the law than let me rest my feet.

So do you want these shoes, I say exist?

A pair of feet golden from the sun, but moon blessed.

Ten rough blistered toes, that the devils kissed,

Bore babies to the Gods, but ill conceived half pissed.

I maybe bat fuck crazy, but mans no joke no toke,

Small room filled with fumes and a sign not to smoke.

A stand up man, and all round good bloke,

But pull a stunt like that and you'll die in my choke.

Coz I done time, thrown lines and stood in line for brine,

What yours is mine, and what's mine is mine.

Got an eye for wheels n never paid speeding fine,

Cash on tap whoever said it don't pay well crime?

So go walk a mile, in my soiled wet shoes,

Go slow, two by two, like rats led by a flute.

Tred the worn path with a laugh, give that man a toot,

N don't be the sow, fat cow, slow meat farmers shoot.

Coz a friend in need is a friend who bleeds,

Share blood in a stall, pass works beneath.

Core blimey son, he said goodbye with a tweet,

5 years then passed before he was found dead in the street.

Coz I aint got no smart shoes, but have you?

Or are your treds worn dead, a sick man with no clue.

A suited fat lawyer, pimping a room with no view,

No win no fee, but got time to sue.

Coz I count the real friends on my pinks, from head to toe,

A real friend will lend and don't put on a show.

That's why I don't have real friends, they're a bar set too low,

And I walk these shit shoes alone on dis path I know.

 

© 2020 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid