Tuesday 4 October 2016

Prison porridge

Everyone who’s been inside loves porridge.
When I was inside we added fruit and that. Cinnamon.
Could you get us some cinnamon sweetie?

Chucked out with 46 quid for a month.
Goes in a day.
You’ve gotta steal or deal to eat.
Small stuff, from big shops,
That way no one gets hurt
But you get nicked,
And you’re back inside for a shit and shave,
That’s what we call it sweetie,
A shit and a shave, less than six months.

Going Nowhere

Everyone always asks, ‘where are you going?’
I don’t know where I am going, but when I get there,
They ask again, ‘where are you going?’

All I know is that I am going to heaven,
And when I get there,
I shall sleep for 48 hours.

God is watching us all,
He will take us on his path
Now I must go.

GOD! That’s the motherfucking truth!
He’s a motherfuck but he keeps me.
You know what else keeps me?
Drinkin’ and two large joints and crack cocaine.
I’m crazy. Crazy as fuck! But I’ve got insurance.
And they is treating my like an invalid, or some shit.

My friend, I am back.
And I have brought you something of the hops variety. A light refreshment.
God says we must drink every day, he does not specify what.

Now, you know, children love ice cream.
If you give them ice cream, they will eat it all day
And they may be sick, but they will always have a taste for it.

I’m gonna go drink this can.
That motherfuck! I got clean! Ten days in detox,
Treated like a fuckin invalid, like I’m motherfucking crazy.
That motherfuck, I thought he don’t drink,
But he gave me vodka, a whole plastic motherfucking cup,
And I drink it, and I go to sleep.