Layered Cake Pt 1

Layered Cake pt 1 I’ve known many unsavory characters from my home city of Manchester There’s the ex-demolition guy who took a great dislike to me Did he have visions of blowing me up instead of my old car? He had a trainee apprentice in the wings and had connections I knew several football hooligans who fought for what? For England, their home team, themselves, for violence? Each told me a story of Rah-Rah-Rah Here We Go Lads! One fought riot cops in Poland and was jailed in a sanatorium He somehow escaped and was banned from Poland for life The other was a City fan and battled his opponents in Greece He was 45 and still loved a good tear up on match days Drug dealers prominently featured in the city and surrounding towns One dark night in my home town I saw an ex-dealer shot dead I heard then saw the BMW getaway car zoom off Oddly I thought I heard two gunshots after it had gone The ex-dealer’s wife asked me to help and I tried to But there was nothing I could do but call the medics Chavs are the worst in my town and others Council House And Violent and ruling the tough estates With their violence, crime, dealing and other acts Not going to school or college but sleeping all day And drinking and smoking weed all night with their underage gals But when do they have time to do their crimes? There are the plastic gangsters who think they’re it Maybe with their mates they can burst a paper bag Or intimidate innocent law abiding citizens who are meek Jabo Nick Armbrister