Chapter 1
Chapter One.
I see your gold, and those flashy rings, with that chain around your neck
Fancy cars, labelled cloths, and wads of cash you have for those.
Who hide the darkness within?
Shady deals, knocked off goods and fake dvd’s,
Drugs in your kitchen, that you give to the kids for free.
Not caring, yet knowing the pain, that it will cause.
Dependency brings favours, and kids to work for free
Stolen cars, knocked off goods,
And neighbours who want to be free.
Knife attacks, just for wads of cash, to feed their growing need.
Dreams long lost, parents who pay the cost
Of loved ones, they pray will be set free.
While all along, you bribe the cops, who turn up
But then set you free. No evidence my lord
The locals were wrong, there were no drugs there you see.
A smile on your face, while the snitch finds his place.
Burned to the ground, and his wife with glass
Smashed into her face, and the locals are still not free.
Our kids are slowly dieing, while you just keep smiling
Knowing that you will always be set free.
What’s wrong my friend, I’ve done nothing wrong,
I never ask them to come to me.
Why should I care, its not me who’s suffering?
It’s you whose complaining, a pain in my neck you see.
A knife will find you soon, or a bullet may be,
Just smile my friend, as the blood shall flows.
And just remember, that it came from me.
John R A Smith. March 10. 2008 cc.
