Lines of Life - Part Three (3/3) By Paul England

(1/3) (2/3) (2/3) Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

The Truth Today I write the words you're scared to say I write the truth, of life today I say the shit, of all the bad To tell the things that make me mad The drugs they took my soul from me. I've seen spilt blood, and misery I've seen the death, but seen no cause Don't care your thoughts, and fuck the laws I've lost my blood and shed the tears I face the world with no true peers I held my blade and felt the power Someone will die, within the hour I write the rhymes, of a thousand crimes To tell the past, a thousand times I say these things, to change the way Just look to see, the truth today

A couple of weeks later mam decided to move into Kev's flat with him so she let me and Dave have the house. Our Phil and Jonny and the rest of the lads were coming round, we were getting smashed, playing cards for money, hitting the town on a weekend .It was good days. Life was moving fast, the streets were getting worse, drugs were everywhere. There was a bird across the road I used to sell pot to, she was called Bev. I used to sit with her during the day while the lads were at work. She would buy pot then ask me to build joints for her. She was sound, we had a good laugh.

The Drug Dealer the drug dealer I've been so much shit I've seen You can only dream unless you've been Who gives a fuck do I care? So many they dare your kids I swear But who am I A drug dealing crook or have I your good? Some say I'm just misunderstood So I say this when I stop There'll always be a drug dealer on your block Who offers the lot to you and to me And our kids you'll see.

Continued ...Part 4

Copyright ©2007  Paul England

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