Lines of Life - Part Four (1/2) By Paul England

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

In the end our Dave got with Bev and moved in with her. The housing people found out my mam was not living with us so I had to give the house up. I had a choice 'cos our Mike wanted it so he said I could live with him and his family or get a flat of my own. I let him move in. He had said that he wanted to stop selling pot and that he wanted me to so I did, but when he moved in he brought a key with him I got a job anyways. The Education System Failed Me Let's set the record straight I ain't no Robin Hood I'm the motherfucker who the teachers called no good They thought I'd turn to smack, and be dead by 21 well fuck you Mr Green you teachers all were wrong I ain't shooting up the gear or robbing for addiction, fuck you all it's Paul, and your shallow faced prediction I saw you in PC World and you asked if I was clean I never did that shit you assumed 'cos I am lean Well I'm sick of you all judging me what gives you the right without the help of any Paul still saw the light Well thank you judgemental cunts for the lack of my education so now become a witness to a bad boy's restoration For I am one of many children that this system failed to reach maybe I was lost but you were paid to teach Instead you refused to try you took the pay check in unjust for you left the problem child out in the rain to rust

It was only temporary and after a couple of months I got laid off, so I started selling pot again. Our Mike and his lass didn't like it but he could not tell me that I couldn't do it when he was doing it himself, so we made a deal that I could make 50 quid a week, then the rest was his. But it only lasted a week 'cos I knew I could make more; half the people he was selling it to were my customers so we both did our own thing. A Part Of Life Pot is not so good but the money's coming in Living in these streets I'll become no king Scrimping like a peasant those times have passed me by Looking at my past then I begin to cry Breaking all the laws the law that did not care Thinking of my brother's death this life is never fair Looking to the future not selling to the kids Looking in the mirror at a criminal face that fits Eleven years old first time I smoked this joint Thirteen years later I still don't see the point This world that I now speak of this place of no return Now I write my rhymes In hope that kids will learn

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Copyright ©2007  Paul England

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