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
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