Moonlight Pipe

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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A Prison Ting

He was just a stupid young kid, jobless and broke,

But the prick tries robbing me and I think it's a joke.

Then a shank is produced, I see the blade through the smoke,

So I snap his arm in two and let him sleep in my choke.

Think nothing of it, coz it happens all the time,

But stupid plod cops want to nick me, for a non-crime.

Get a 6 o'clock knock, and see a long blue line,

And I'm remanded to Reading, to wait for court time.

Got nothing in my pockets but I kept a penny cheeked,

Least half an oz passes on visits, from week to week.

Throw cash devils way and he'll give you what you seek,

But guards beam on touching, so we pass cheek to cheek.

Got a smelly cell mate, who don't wash or pull the chain,

And another white yoof, talking black without no shame.

My tackles plugged 24/7, unless the boys have gone to play a game,

So I straighten tin pie wraps to smoke on, til a screw came.

Got a kicking in the cell and batons shave my shins,

A mattress beating at night and cell mates never see a thing.

I poke a screw in the throat and he chokes on my fings,

Then I'm stripped beat n battered, whilst I hear the screws sing.

A month in solitary, and I'm shitting in a hole,

Got roaches for company and a dark hearted soul.

My foods mixed with crushed glass, so I can't eat at all,

All coz a screw got a taste, and a heart black as coal.

Finally I'm acquitted, on a plea of self defence,

But the screw gets me nicked, just on offence.

Thought half the jury, would have sat on the fence,

But they all send me to chokey, to be confined with the dense.

So I'm back to prison, but this time it ain't no remand,

A crime I wouldn't call it, but still the record stands.

Hear that kids bredrins on the wing, shanks pass hands,

And I end up dead in the showers, stabbed on demand.

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