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Something happened the other day
A homeless man died in a doorway
Sleeping in temperatures of a minus
Struggling to survive the winter
People putting posts on Facebook
About how they were sad and distraught
But where was you with the warmth and broath for him
Did you open your door and try to take him in
He was alone with the wind and chill against him
No blanket or kindness from yourself
But your mourning like you tried to help with your wealth
What would you do if you lost everything with a slight twist of hand
And you were in a door way like that poor man
Copyright © Chris May | Year Posted 2018
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Time is up to the London devil
Crack fiends roaming the streets on a next level
Trying to get a fix from that genie bottle
Kilos and ounces sold by forces
Police can't touch anyone there just ing wasting time
Crime on the rise London in demise
What is happening to this city of lights
One things for certain too many toy soldiers murderers and rapists when will we actually stop and take notice
Rudeboys on scooters so they can grab and boot it
Punch kick scream repeat it’s like
Grand theft auto on the London streets
Europeans coming in by the boatload before brexit withholds
Wasting energy working for minimum wage
What's the point in earning when the ing benefit system is working
Hustling is a thing of the past when Nigerians are lurking in your inbox
Paedophiles pretending to be pastors
Russian invasion with the deadly potion
This government can't put nothing in motion
Sadiq Khan standing on the sidelines
Notions of a dangerous mind
Storytellers from a dangerous time
Be like Craig David and rewind
Tuning into stoners 420
Skunk by the boatload yeah that's plenty
London smog green haze and fog
White lines and track lines crack pipes and legal highs
Take time to communicate
Engage or vacate
Fully functional road men
Until there hit up in the kerb again
100 murders and counting
Catching bodies quicker than a regular
Getting life at 17 not so popular
Straight outta Compton more like straight outta Tottenham
Scared to death to leave your manor
Bleeding begging poverty stricken
Wake up and look out your window
See what i see the devil is all around you
Is it a London thing or is it a tragedy waiting
What do you prefer Casualty or cell block d
Copyright © Chris May | Year Posted 2020
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