Tuesday, September 26, 2006

I dont write much poetry, but I jotted this down in the early hours of this morning, dont know if its any good, tell me what you think:

Sit at the back of the class, hope they won’t notice me
Shit he just turned and smiled at me
Look in his eye says they got a plan for me.

I had it every day for a year now
I need a way out, and I know how
‘Cause you with me today to set ‘em straight
I’ve had enough my whole body’s full of hate.

Get out of school at 3.15 ‘n’ run for the door
I know they gunna catch me they always do
But this time one of ‘em’s gunna meet you.

He grabs my bag and pulls me back
I fall down but before I hit the floor I grab your hand so you can keep me safe.
Now its time for you to meet the enemy.

They looked shocked, they’re scared of you
They didn’t expect me to have a friend like you
Yeh I know I’m lucky that I do.

I’m holding you tight, thinking which one you should hurt first?
The fat one up front, he deserves it the worst
We get him in the chest ‘n’ he falls on his back
I wonder if his whole worlds turning black?

His friends have gone now, it’s just me you an him
When I got you I know that I’m bigger than him
And there’s no way that I ain’t gunna win

Now he’s down and he’s out for the count
You covered in his blood now you fucked him up

Shit, maybe we did him too badly
He looking up at me helplessly,
Bloods draining outta that hole in his chest
What have we done he might die from this
But they don’t know about you an’ me, we gotta run
Get the fuck outta her quickly

I remember the time I first met you
In my dads bottom draw
You were so sharp, so clean, so cool

First time I held your hand, man, I felt so good
Stood in the mirror holding you,
Just to check I looked good

Man you make me feel like a man
Carried you round at home, never told my old man

But yesterday they got me again
It hurt so bad but I knew you could deal with them

So today you came out with me
Time for revenge, time for them to see
That today no one can fuck with me

Now im sat in my room,
Is that guy we did still alive?
Part of me’s scared but the rest don’t care
What the fuck we gunna do if the police come?
Fuck ‘em…

We’re out,
Going on the run

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