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Sep 2019
they fed the drunks and borrowed money to thieves
it became too much for every week there was something to give
never to be returned or returned and then borrowed again
The givers were quiet and decent hard-workers never in strife
known to go by quietly friendly but mostly kept to themselves

the female drunkards and wanton daughters wanted a ****
quiet man lender come see us when your wife is at work
we could have fun and perhaps a tenner or two just for drinks
no thank you he replied and hell has no fury like a woman scorned
well war is declared he thinks he is better than us so high an mighty

the protection racket began give money or we make your life hell
broke in quiet couple flat and stole, damaged cars and racist abuse
No more of this says the hapless targets I will report you lot to all
no says racist thieves, this is our manor its you to go back to jungle
we will show you who rules and from now you are toast and finished

The thieves says we are going to do your head in, make you paranoid
hound and harass you and breath down your neck the contract is on
know thieves have connections and Protection racket intimidates
they twist your life and lie a million times fooling the unknowing
they frame you and isolate you and all that's innocents is poisoned
your wife will run and friends will abandon you with hate abound

He is just this nice quiet friendly kind man became he's a monster
they thought six months and he would pick his tail and do a flee
the ***** is on, watch the ******* burn or beg to die any day now
I have done nothing wrong, you're thieves racists scums I fear not
Do your worst, come **** me, I'm not your victim or your jail *****

I'm not fearless or stupid nor a ******* desiring horrific non-life
I paid taxes and did no wrong and I believe in the rule of Law
this a civilized democracy not the lawless West with vigilante laws
yes, its a white world, I am minority so you have all the advantages
your racist mindset is your problem not mine, so do your worst

call out your obnoxious Nevs, Jasons, and all the Kapos and sheep
turn the screws as tightly as you can and pour all your **** and bile
I'm not first black-man who has suffered heinously in your hands
you can build your walls and crucify me daily but my mind and spirit is above yours and you will never have them....I have done nothing WRONG ......come do your worst
The thieves declares to my face, we will drive you paranoid...then they proceeded to construct their reprehensible and indictable web of deceits grape-wine and disgraced connections. whats surprising about that? The criminal underworld survives on putting the fears of bejesus on victims and targets, there lies their expertise If I had a wife and children I would be very worried, its only me and I have done nothing wrong to any human, so come do your WORST......
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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