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

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

Forgotten

I'm only bringing truth to words That no-one else will say I'm talking of the streets again And the way we live today You see there's no opportunities For the poor man just like me For dreams are shattered by drugs on streets In a life we live law-free I'm just another number to them Not a man that the government see I'm just another no one With no way out for me Life is hard if you walk my way And do the things I've done For God came once too close to me For fear I had to run The truth of life that it's no game The hardest still feel the pain 'Cos if I were to die today Tomorrow they would forget my name

He turned up and asked me if I wanted to run for him dropping pot off, so I said yes. I owed him six hundred quid and I needed to pay that back. He also bought me a car, then for weeks he didn't say nowt else about it. So I rang him and asked him to come round for a word to see what was going on. He said he didn't want me to so I asked him to sort me out, but he said I owed him too much money. So I sold the car and got a bar laid on. I started making a bit of money and started to live a bit, I started knocking around with the lad I got it off. He seemed all right. You see when I had nowt he sorted me out and for that I was grateful.

Living With Hope

To the souls who lost in the past of days The way we live To change the ways Looking to my people on a washed up street Falling to my knees at the devils feet To dance with the devil and all that he owns Then fade into the darkness of concrete stones Living with the power that came with the money Searching for my place like a bee to honey Seeing through the darkness blinded by the light Feeling all my fears as the day becomes night Looking for my God but the devil shows his face Feeling all alone in this stranger's place Looking to this land feeling only fear Searching through this life hope in God - he's near

He was coming round all the time, I was smoking loads of pot, I lost quite a lot of weight. I ended up at 8 stone 13 pounds for about a year, it was all good. I started going to gym with my score, he was supposed to have a bit of a reputation but he seemed to be sound with me. One night he came round and asked me to go test some pot for him. I didn't think nowt of it. We went to this field and we just stood there, it must have been 10 at night. He was about 100 yards away just pacing up and down. He started to come towards me. I said your fu**ing mates. Taking his time he just went he's not coming then he started offering me out. The truth is I bottled it, I just didn't expect that. There was no need at all, he was making a lot of money off me

The Dealer

In bed till ten I wake again I roll I roach then sit and smoke They knock or ring to come for more I'm the dealer they come to score Two kids I've got the government forgot In council streets were left to rot So I sell I steal I deal the pot Now I'm the dealer who's best forgot.

Copyright ©2007  Paul England

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