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WRITING
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Here I am locked away 16 hours of
every day
But you’ve gotta ride it in your own way
Writing letters with hardly ‘owt to say
I’m in a mood with eating the
same food
It’s shite
Still my release date isn’t in sight
I’m sick of all these people wanting to fight
Things like this are just not right
Some people string up because of the fright
Yeah it’s just one big cycle
going round
It gets to night time
And all you can here is prison sounds
It gets to your head when you’re trying to sleep
Some people can’t handle it and start to weep
But I sit, and to myself I say
It’s OK, hold on tomorrow’s a new day
Tomorrow’s here and what can
I say
Now’t, but same shit different day
I go out for breakfast; cereal and toast
Some prick starts staring at me and I start to roast
A fight breaks out and everyone shouts
Then the screws grab one and don’t fuck about.
One grabs my hand, it’s fucking
hurting, you twat
So down to the block I get took
there’s fuck all to do but read a
book
Being down here is no good for your health
But what can I say
I caused it myself.
Get back to the wing and tonight’s
association
All you can see is preople full of frustration
Yeah, you get a shower, you get a phone call
And then it’s back behind your four walls.
Then it’s supper; biscuits
and tea
There’s fuck all to do but watch TV
But I sit and I start to sing
All I can say is fuck this wing,
Cos 7 days and I’ll being walking to main gate
Fuck you all,
Next Friday’s my release date
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Out one
night for a chase
Grab them tools, it’s time to race
Look at that car, it’s smart as fuck
Pass the screwdriver, that’s getting took
Bang Bang
The deadlocks done
Come on boyz, it’s time for fun
I don’t fuck about, snap the cap
Start the engine and wheels spin out.
We hit the town, past all the clubs
We see 2 birds in our eyes
Looking sexy, looking fine
Stop the car, the girls want to jump in
The fun’s only just about to begin.
So come on bro,it’s time to go
Look behind, what do I see?
T5 following me
Do 180, a nice little trick
Come on bro, loose him quick.
Ram the twat, take his place
Put your foot down it’s time to race
Skidding to the left and again to the
right
All these coppers drive fucking shite
But give them respect
Cos from this day they say
Young Hodgy drives like McCray
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(They
asked me what) I’d done or if it was true
or what I’d really put my mum through
The questioning finished and I was released on bail
Time from then dragged like a snail
It’s all like one big fairy tale
Cos the time came and I got sent down
But I sit between these four walls
Thinking is it really worth it
Cos now I’m named
Drug Dealer of theTown |
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If these walls were made of pot
I’d chip away and smoke the lot
If these walls were made of coke
I’d snort the lot and probably choke
If these walls were made foam
I’d kick them down and fuck off home
But as these walls are made
of brick
I’ll get my head down and do my rip!
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