Back In Time

I used to hear the shouting on my landing late at night smell the stench of trash and poverty twas not a pretty sight I used to hear kid's mothers as they called them in for tea women who wore bruises- twas not the life for me I used to hear the sirens and the screams and sounds of fear the clinking of the handcuffs men drunk and worse for wear I used to live in London mainly in the South learnt lots of pain and hardship those living hand to mouth but I moved to much brighter scenes yet still I can't forget the reek of desperation twas a move I don't regret