A short ride through st Ann’s square Manchester
i’ve got dirt on my rebox from staying up all night i spent my last £10 on this pack of Malra lights i phoned up Stevie i said “G you all right?” He said “It’s 6:00 in the morning brother get some shot eye.” I feel a sense of wellbeing this time in the morning wear my heart out of my hoodie while the city is snoring drunks falling off the sidewalks gets a warning distant sirens they crescendo like a symphony calling this is the Britain I know this is the Britain I love there’s poetry inside the city if you listen enough workingass casualties out on the streets sleep rough while a mother with her baby takes a pram to the pub and while she’s knocking them down the cost of living goes up i can’t relate to politicians with the head in the mud i resonate with messy Fridays with my boy smoking bud we do our bit to numb the struggle as below don’t