Tyseley Scum. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />What world is this? <br />Our world of drugs, <br />Of high class cars… <br />In hands of thugs. <br />A life of scum to match our streets, <br />We pin our hopes on bars and beats. <br />Our sunken eyes, from drugs and drink, <br />To stop our thoughts, before we think. <br />Our hate list filled, just like our cups, <br />To fill the thickest Shakespeare books. <br />Our solemn smiles are just a front, <br />Our conversations, short and blunt. <br />Our attitudes are foul and stink, <br />Our tempers lash before we think. <br />Our jobs are just to make some score, <br />To clear our debts and make some more. <br />Our minds are set on cash just cash! <br />To earn our bread and weekend lash. <br />Such life is this of tempers short, <br />Of well spent P’s on G’s we’ve bought, <br />Of broken bruised and battered bones, <br />And boarded drums that once were homes, <br />We’ve based our life on where from, <br />We’ve come through shit this road we’ve run, <br />But something tells me we’re alright, <br />We’ve made our beds and sleep at night. <br />We still uphold the highest hopes, <br />And in this dark, we’ll find our ropes, <br />Were good old soldiers, born and bred, <br />And won’t give up until we’re dead, <br />Our code of post is B one one, <br />And Tyseley scum is where I’m from. <br />We’ve made our stand, and we’re still standing, <br />Look out world B one one’s landing. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Written By Adam Hughes.<br /><br />Adam Jacob Hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tyseley-scum/
