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Pack bags, tags, rags For a journey of change Independence breeds fear and excitement In equal measures Heading away for unseen pleasures A new place, life, existence Call me Columbus A central city The route of all England But a place of mystery And poetic character My unseen home From an unknown longing Or a lust For a place called London

A creative haven A new leaf for a new life Culture bounds From the most unexpected Corners of existence The Whitby in Wapping Camden's screaming fashion The mix of Whitechapel Poetry breeds from the experience within Let London Be My Arcadia

Just months left in a southern city With a love once lost only to learn And yearn for the love's return But on return, is love so honest? As the love of home Or the place known so affectionately For eighteen growing years Only to migrate to somewhere superior As boredom's stench wreaks long. But to leave for bigger things With home a special place in my heart Takes away the insult From the injury of detachment To forgive and never forget To cherish and always remember To never return to the south coast You will always have a place in my heart.

A young lad grows up on a council estate Lets call him jack for names sake Jack was ever ambitious from a young age But soon Jack's mind turned hazy, grey After mother turned to drink And brother turned to drugs Two coffins were to follow Jack's heart cut open, hollowed It used to be a mind full of wealth and smarts But next it was his turn for the drink and the drugs Jack was larey, aggressive at times To make him look big he delved in petty crimes He followed the scene just to seem cool Before jack had knew it he was well out of school Empty handed, for Jack things just got worse The buzz that he needed coming from kicks more

A web weaved of heartfelt emotions From a mind set on certain devotion A mere skip of the heartbeat doesn't cover the strength A hop, skip and jump showing it's meant Insanity breeds from this purest of feelings Thoughts of depriving of it brings with it pains and grieving The treasure of memories, moments, impurities One being can rule the mind in entire immersion.

The ill of society expressed through the kaleidoscope eye of intoxication The chill to the spine, an enraged rant The colour of skin placed high on agenda Apparently youth of today make the crime rates And they'll tell you with each exaggeration of vowel They'll tell you That given the chance they would fill their boots They'd run this country in ways of a general No fucking about no shit taken back The heroic saviour of modern Albion It needs saving, so they say.

It's a sweet injustice To see the pain that lust lists Without the joy that truth brings Or the song that love sings

Welcome to the Spanish inquisition Lets wage a war Lets settle a score And no hope of draw Because there's an evil in these valleys So if I were you I wouldn't get so pally Trust no one. Your friends will strike you down They will hunt you down With guns a blazing Relationships caving They'll say it's even making. Because what's the score Between good and evil Where will you draw your line What was your crime? Because no one has been perfect In this Spanish inquisition.

Happiness breeds like the plague Spreads across it's country wide The polls will tell you that Social, economical, political It's mostly mathematical But no one believes that. An individual can Make or break Take or chance But for that they must believe In themselves or others And to strive for pride of mothers We're given a short deck For which we'll all have a short hand But if we play our cards right We can put up the fight And each one of us Can breed our own plague.

If you play your game you can expect to lose It's not about how many its about who you choose A love lost and a girl gained Drink up spit out the effort made Or settle down and realise the potential there The feelings you have and how much you care It's not for toying, destroying It's there for enjoying And the give or take Should in reality make A man out of you Don't run away for pastures new If you've run up a bill that you can't repay Or you've made a mistake which you can't relay It's a learners curve for the most And for the others its just a coast A coast which they'll regret You've got time to crawl out of that ditch