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Making my way up town,          chaves  all-round. And single mums with multiple                           fathers wondering                  with pushchairs  around. And the kids miss there dads,                one of there                     multiple other half's..         but mummy doesn't let                            them come around. Staring blankly ahead the crack heads           head off to the job centre to                   collect that Jiro that'll be... Be in there arm, and they need it,              and they want it now.                        But the dealer got busted before there next round..... And people stare and  wander if they'll be                    pretending to be homeless,              scrounging for those lose coins to get there                   next fix injected down. Making my way up town,                 people passing me by, So many people walking around there    cant be this much dole dosers                                           walking around. I sit on a seat and watch the world                                                 pass me by.                               And I, and I just wonder how many kids are walking around the town                when schools open. Yet I see them chaving around,      the country is doomed, as I see them plodding aimlessly around .. This is me making my way up town,             and I wonder if I'll get mugged                       by some ****** that can't get a job cos there benefits pay more than my                        full time job makes, But I still need this watch,              but I wonder if I hadn't battered the   **** out of this **** would I have seen tonight. Making my up town knuckles bruised with satisfaction.   That I made my way up town, and I know that                           I'll smile in the crowd because ill            be proud after my shift that I come home to you tonight.
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
Making My Way Up Town...
Making my way up town,          chaves  all-round. And single mums with multiple                           fathers wondering                  with pushchairs  around. And the kids miss there dads,                one of there                     multiple other half's..         but mummy doesn't let                            them come around. Staring blankly ahead the crack heads           head off to the job centre to                   collect that Jiro that'll be... Be in there arm, and they need it,              and they want it now.                        But the dealer got busted before there next round..... And people stare and  wander if they'll be                    pretending to be homeless,              scrounging for those lose coins to get there                   next fix injected down. Making my way up town,                 people passing me by, So many people walking around there    cant be this much dole dosers                                           walking around. I sit on a seat and watch the world                                                 pass me by.                               And I, and I just wonder how many kids are walking around the town                when schools open. Yet I see them chaving around,      the country is doomed, as I see them plodding aimlessly around .. This is me making my way up town,             and I wonder if I'll get mugged                       by some ****** that can't get a job cos there benefits pay more than my                        full time job makes, But I still need this watch,              but I wonder if I hadn't battered the   **** out of this **** would I have seen tonight. Making my up town knuckles bruised with satisfaction.   That I made my way up town, and I know that                           I'll smile in the crowd because ill            be proud after my shift that I come home to you tonight.
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 3:22 AM UTC
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