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Tales of the unexpected Green I Cultivated These Days... My dreams dont outline my story Shadow boxing with englands glory Striking up a heart beat Laying down my plates of feat In the distance I hear a scream Twighlights of thoughts ripped at the seam Pulling on the snag that brought you here A testament to ones own inner fear I cultivated this jail long before I came here Long drawn out black and white images So far yet so near I watched from the greenhouse I petted the jail mouse I became the birdman like a hollywood star I sang on the wing without a guitar I bread the fracking habit Almost like a religion I left the shale legacy At Winson Green prison!
Posted on: Sat, 10 May 2014 18:20:43 +0000

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