Hull Local Poetry Lines of Life - Part Five (3/3) By Paul England

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

Only The Truth

Darkness fills my past the truth it hurts to say My life has been so mad since that crazy day With Mike laid on the bed then I just fell to bits My life became a jigsaw but the pieces just didn't fit Phil just fucked me over while Jonny walked away No one was there for me inside my darkest day I just fell so deep while people said I'm nowt For every word I write there will be another soon to doubt But I don't give a shit cos I believe you see The thug that people see but that’s no longer me For now just pen and paper I no longer do no crime The only crime I now commit is the truth within my rhyme

About 4 months passed and Phil was having a 21st party, so I went. I was stood looking about when this lass came up to me and asked me to dance. I said, No, but you can come in the toilets and I'll build a reef. I was cracking up inside and I was looking for a reason to live. It turned out that Phil had got off with our Mike’s lass the same night. I didn't know at the time but when I found out I went round to see him. We had been best mates for 15 years. We grew up together. I asked him to stop and to show some respect. He gave me his word but he just carried on behind my back. You see, when I needed my friends most, my best mate sold me out. The truth is he should have had more respect than that, we served a life sentence on the streets.

Phil You Made Your Bed

We grew on streets together like life served time in jail Then I felt your blade while Mike, he laid there pale I thought we were real tight but you just sold me out Like time we spent and grew but that time it just meant nowt You were like another brother you know I write for real But when you broke your word then friendship’s turning stale You should have been there Phil not fucking with his wife His body was not cold but you jumped in on his life So now there is no friendship that shit was just too quick But now my heart is strong you know you were a prick For now I'm standing firm my pen’s unloading lines Now I spell it out so clear that you've become my rhymes And when it all goes wrong then I won't feel for you I told you this back then That me and you are through So you lay in your bed then remember what you said For where were you for me when Mike, he laid there dead?

So when you think about it if that’s what friends will do could you imagine what your enemies would do? So anyhow I started spending a lot of time with this bird. I knocked about with a lad called Deansy, he was alright.

To Be Continued ...

Copyright ©2007  Paul England

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