slab square sunset and pigeon sky
the coppers arriving
up goes the cry
other young faces
give the warning look
time to be gone
or treated like crooks
two quid pocket for four days time
nothing to waste
boredoms my crime
market street doorways
but not why you\'re here
slip in through the exit
avoiding the queers
kicked out at seven, they know my face
gone dark outside
dirty disgrace
drizzlin now, gotta stay dry
shruggin down, chin on chest
Joes in a doorway
not looking his best
streets yer home, yer brothers yer mother
but best you don\'t
trust the fucker
buy coffee in Ronnies
keeping yer head down
nick a half dead sarnie
and soak up the sounds
Then off to broad marsh. find a bus unlocked
just make sure
ya don\'t get clocked
jam the door shut
so you won\'t get disturbed
kip for the night
wake with the birds
cold day\'s dawn, hungry and stiff
Cappie Jem
toking a spliff
buy me a coffee
he\'s hard and mean, spits at my feet
queue for sweet tea
where all us dossers meet
another day another dollar, \'if only\' u wish
two steps away
from a beggin dish
try n stay clean
daily prayer, be positive and bright
i\'ll get a change of clothes
at my sisters tonite