They bite the gold just to see if it’s soft, A sight beholden to me, The cream of the crop never crop the photos just to be in the shot, Feet in the box only when we’re taking corner kicks, Or when I’d sleep in a cot, Neaten my dickies, walk the streets like a fox, I’ll leave the shop if they cheapen the cost, We need not earn a measly pot, So i rise early, tip yeast in the bowl now, Prose fleetingly bold, cus good stories don’t need to be told, You were the big bad wolf then you sheepishly sold out, so now My wheels only fold out to land on earth, Defeating the mould now the damp has dispersed, Ample a verse always tick the box but don’t make me ever feel my soul out, Weeding the cold ground, As sweet as the globe’s round, No teeth on my gold, Bound to keeping my hometown close.

A rut’s not a hole, it’s a hill, Like how memories don’t go when they’re folding the will, Growing old means learning that food ain’t stolen for the thrill, What they ain’t sold always on the bill, It’s the same old chorus by the verse, And always seem to hurt when their teeth so white and smiling so wide and they’re saying so much but meaning so little, And the people so fickle, and their so feet are so brittle, And the ice so thin, Why so glib, you’re a prick in every sense of the word, I'm making sentences heard, By making sense of the hurt, Went to work, biked home and cried, I really fooled myself thinking life was bonafide, Broke the spine of my camel with some straw this week, Only finding the panel in the floor that creaks, She told me fine in a manner that was sort of peak, It’s all me, I fall asleep, to fight the battle where it ought to be, Get put in the mould, then you melt, I like how everyone knows but don’t know what prevents it, Growing old means learning that thoughtful ain’t always pensive. A rut’s not a hill, it’s a hill.

You’re a bricklayer, thought you’d be a ball player, Your mates thought you took a big fall there, So you really took the piss out the law til the court said, One morning warning all before you saw pen, Maybe join the army for a tour I guess, make your dad proud, New people, new beers, you’re abroad now, Man you really look just like them, talked like them, So you didn’t mind when they said no more hair, Did the time in the gym like you were born there, But weird how no-one ever mentioned there’s a war there, What’s the cause, you didn’t care, You only know the warm air gave you sore head, They gave you more meds, Brought the ketchup over, More armour but more dents in the jeep, more fags than sleep, poor signal when you call west Four nil on the scoresheet, All bets off, You put your neck on the line for the boss, Got the best job of the lot, Had a nap whilst you kept watch, Slept through it, Next thing you know you’re on the plane home, Wait oh, like they so, They really take no fucking prisoners, They killed your mates, you were kipping, Union jack draped over wood like the village fete, Now you miss them, Didn’t matter what you tried to say to the mums and the dads, Bit sadder when you saw your own, little banner say welcome home, Pitter-patter on the road, Fear and anger in your nut, You should break, you should crash your fiesta into a wall. You could jump down the stairs crack your head on the fall, You could go to the pub for a couple more, You’re 25, you amount to fuck all, You should break, you should crash straight into a wall, You could jump down the stairs crack your head on the fall, You could go to the pub for a couple more, You’re a bricklayer, thought you’d be a ball player, Now you’re stood with the pallbearers.

*Narissha verse* Morbid feeling in my spine, Floor to ceiling like the blinds, All this kneeling in the dirt, Like i’m weeding through the vines, All i’m needing all the time, Caught in creases of my mind. Words in deposit boxes, Burning off some fat, whilst i’m burning discs, Working, earning profit off it, What i learned stopped me stopping, Shit, What a nice bit of sobbing seems to give, is cleaner fists, these hands, Can turn on the off switch, I get stuck on the cushion, i just pot the black and watch the pocket, Shotting what the doctor offer, The night train speeding and they hopping off it, They want the drip, And kicked the bucket, It’s hard to serve off the topic. I’m unlike my older self, aren’t we all? Head like a ball with no seams, Sometimes I shock myself at how much I feel, I know that I got to breathe, So why did I stop myself stomping up that hill, Not enough a thrill? still stocking up for self? What point will I watch my health catching up with time, Packing up my bags for a long stay at the farm, Untied my shoes myself, kick them off at the door, Settle down in the chair, head nipping off to war, I’m fine when i’m not myself, just trying on masks, Type O, why i got to bleed?

I tend to get tipsy off of two or three guinness now, I went to lay on the grass barefoot for my inner child, When every two minutes was the winning round, Now frogs in the pot tell me simmer down, When mum would take my form and she’d fill it out, Now it’s undisclosed when i’m skipping town, They want to pick holes in my plot, so i’m in and out, I know this stress is gonna kill me, it stresses me out, I know this stress is gonna kill me, it stresses me out, I know this stress is gonna kill me, it stresses me out, I know this stress is gonna kill me, it stresses me out.

She looked sun-soaked at christmas, She put tape over blisters, I had, I’m up and missed her go, Ah fuck, we took the piss and wrote of list on how to toe the rope, Who knows where we drove, I fixed the scope on my own, Weren’t supposed to see most of what we saw, We know the business, I mean, she blow me kisses, I feel like photosynthesis, I grow like a seed, My life, it goes from bliss to bliss, I miss the whisk and dough though, No more, wishing to vote, I’m grown, the photo on the pages of passports don’t really fit me no more, I missed the boat and I thought I’d swim regardless, Going for the farthest of the pack, I know the parlour from the shack, I know a martyr from a hack, I know she harder to crack, we spinning globes and putting markers on the map, Nose full of whiskers, No time, for chauvanism, I feel, i’ve grown into it, I tend to overwhelm myself, and those around me, broke up out it, Show me fountains, What a feeling, What’s the meaning of it all, We fall and hit the ceiling, It’s warm, I’ll dip my feet in, Please call, I miss the beeping, It’s warm, I dip my feet in.

Orwellian orator, Ah well, it’s alright, It’s already a tall feat, For port bellies and small brains, my, Sore head is in all places, Big weapons for small fights, Which lessons were taught right, For big spenders to hoard wages, Extending the core plight of the Man to my left and the lady to my right, We talked for ages about how foresight, Is as hazy as it is bright, Core blimey, We walked right into it, Before the tears fall, every night intimate thoughts, Every fight, my chest tight and my fist torn, But they can’t hack it trying to hack the code, Poor form either or (ore) you can’t practice gold, A lack of knowledge leaves no leg to stand on, An OLED screen on a samsung can’t save us all from ransom, Pay for all the mansions and let the rest freeze, nah, Rest in peace part of the farce every time i read, hard, Can’t part from these arms and i don’t want to, I nestle my face in it, Pacing it, Core blimey, Still buoyant in a monsoon, Flicked the ball in for a one two, It’s a waste innit, The battery on my macbook mean i don’t really stop much, City full of rat runs that dwellers have to hotfoot, Pitying what happens cus living really potluck, Got up and fucked off, it seemed to strengthen my soul, It’s never been the width of the well, it’s just the depth of the hole, What took you so long to get the efficacy that let you get to your goals, Pulling stunts off and nets on the boat, Stress got me choked at the best of times, Fleshed the rhyme out, it sounds like gold, Round the 0s up, nothing new, Free thought bound by rope, The town i know, might drown might float, like, By now i’ve grown numb to it, I’ve known loops and the dizziness, They see a hoop and want to jump through it, I see a loose ball and put my foot through it.

More on the page than in the glass, Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head, Shaving his jaw, Scratching his chin, Wasting all his cash, It’s a big fucking con to just save it for the crash, A big difference between being great and being fast, Your big song and dance about it make me want to laugh, Your fear’s not a stance, how they taking all you worked for for the sake of a stash, I’m vacant from the faff, Still aching from my 10k, Waiting for a mate to come and wake me from my wobble, I got way too many takers on a pack, I got way too much stress to be wasting a gooden, Debating what i shouldn’t, they’re saying what i wouldn’t but i’m saying what they can’t, We take it farther than they can, for the father of my grandkids, harvesting the land, Hourglass full of sand, More on the page than in that glass, Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head, Shaving his jaw, Scratching his chin, Born in the general not the royal, They don’t know how we did it but we came to learn how to sort the metal from the foil, Poor blokes in bubble jackets looking like a bunch of trendsetters off the boil, A pair of greasy hands thought to scrawl another placard that dared to say that water ain’t better the oil, You’re more and less spoilt by the walls getting fortified, I brought a bit of foresight, I sort of think the soil should swallow us up, At night i seen it, I’m in to cycles not repeating, I mostly long for tools in the shed that i likely never needed, A sight you never seen seldom find you when you’re sleeping, The light will set the scene, action not for some, My fee’s for me, I don’t receive a fraction of the sum, It’s best for me. Let the stream pass my feet or do I paddle through the mud? Battling the clock whilst savouring the past, i got the nack the blood, More on the page than in that glass, Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head, Shaving his jaw, Scratching his chin.