Hull Local Poetry Lines of Life - Part Seven (2/3) By Paul England

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

Living In My Past

Living my past it's in my head All the bad times my brother is dead I'm so lonely inside keep trying to hide Away from the things inside my mind The pain I face When I wake No-one sees what I feel Living my past this time won't heal Not my past or this pain that I feel

At the time my head was twatted. I remember I kept looking out at my car, then two weeks later my car got broken into. I was pissed to fuck. At the same time I got some trouble with some lads I used to sort out. They tried to get me in a pub to jump me, but I knew so I didn't leave my car. The night someone messed with my car I packed my stuff up and moved out. I'd had enough. Not long after I'd moved out I stopped selling pot and I sat there thinking it all over in my head. I'm 99% sure who did what, and if I was the old Paul then I would have got even. But I've changed, I'm a father now and he's the most important one in my life.

At the time my head was twatted. I remember I kept looking out at my car, then two weeks later my car got broken into. I was pissed to fuck. At the same time I got some trouble with some lads I used to sort out. They tried to get me in a pub to jump me, but I knew so I didn't leave my car. The night someone messed with my car I packed my stuff up and moved out. I'd had enough. Not long after I'd moved out I stopped selling pot and I sat there thinking it all over in my head. I'm 99% sure who did what, and if I was the old Paul then I would have got even. But I've changed, I'm a father now and he's the most important one in my life.

A Mad Man For Life

I'm a real mad man am I coming for you? Been doing me wrong I'm coming it's true If you fucked with my house my car my life A bad boy for good you'll be paying the price My dad made me crazy and fight all the time A ten year old soon turning to crime You see this is my life this is for real Walking the path where people turn pale For fears my friend I will not fear you I'm coming alone I'm needing no crew To just walk away but a mad man inside Since God took my blood still finding it hard But the streets are my place they have been for life A mad man is coming and he's holding my knife You see I don't fear them people, I pity them. There's no honour amongst thieves, that's the life I've lived and it's not what I wish for my kids. I miss Mike every day and I think I always will. Me and my dad don't talk, I don't like him but he's my dad at the end of the day. Me and my mam have fallen out over this book 'cos of the things I say, but it is not said in hurt but in peace. I love my mam and I always will.

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Copyright ©2007  Paul England

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