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Friday, 28 February 2025

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



Tuesday, 15 October 2024

I'm Sorry Sis

I'm sorry sis, 

I'm sorry sis, 

I wish I knew. 

But to be honest, 

I ain't got a clue. 

I'm sorry sis, 

What did I do to u? 

I was your brother, 

But then we broke in 2.

I'm sorry sis, 

But I protected u. 

When we moved here, 

I took the bullying from u.

I'm sorry sis, 

If I became that kid,

Became ur bully, 

To stop other kids rip.  

I'm sorry sis,

If I was a twat at school.

But if I had to look,

There was just us two. 

I'm sorry sis, 

We couldn't make up.

I know I hung with bad,

Played in no super cup.

Im sorry sis, 

But u don't understand.

The life I had, 

Sure wasn't planned.

Im sorry sis,

I didn't kill ur friends bro.

What ur mad about,

I sure dont know.

I'm sorry sis,

If life at home was shit,

But to be fair,

U done ur fair bit.

I'm sorry sis,

But u got all the love.

N there I was,

A boxed off bruv.

I'm sorry sis,

That its now too late.

You'll get my share,

As I accept my fate.

I still love u sis,

Despite all I've done.

I can't say it to ur face,

But what's done is done. 


© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid