There was once a council boy, who donned a balaclava,
who played a dirty trendy game: unwarranted palaver,
every single move he made, was exciting risk,
a tacky thieving tearaway, who loved to stop and frisk,
then down a gloom grim gitty, him and friends, did trod,
to spray their “street wise wisdom” on unlucky sod,
but then; that’s when it happened, impatience cancelled pride,
for outcast man, brought forth their end, with Colt.45!