Sty

Hair dye hides the grey

But I’ll never know how she hid the pain

My own are so ungrateful

For everything she’s done

And the struggles she’s seen

But fuck it, one day he’ll realise

Hair piled up on the side of my head

Natural tumbling waterfall

Well that’s what Mum used to call it

It’s been a long time since it’s been this way

Booting it up and down the motorway

Seen the breadbins and the hoes

Some shit I’ll never understand

But then again

I don’t ask you to understand me

So I guess I’ll just leave it be

He rolls down a window

She rolls down a window

“Yo passenger what’s your name?”

“Her names Nadia.”

Like I’d ever give a wastecadet a look

Never mind a fake name

Sitting on cushions

Laughing like friends

But who knows what may be

And who knows what the Lord’s already seen

What in the deuces are you staring at?

Oh that would be me

Freedom fighter

I’m a freedom writer

Lowkeys a G

iTunes – you’s a G

Steve Jobs ARR.EYE.PEE

Glittery bag and tattooed arm

Kind of like a mixed race girl

Thank you, come again

Headache in my eye

Maybe it’s the pain from the sty

It really hurts to say goodbye

He took her where he took me

Well I think so anyway

You can see the Hilton from the top of that hill

The guy can suck my DICK

What a prick.