Tyseley Scum...
What world is this ?
Our world of drugs,
Of high class cars…
In hands of thugs.
A life of scum to match our streets,
We pin our hopes on bars and beats.
Our sunken eyes, from drugs and drink,
To stop our thoughts, before we think.
Our hate list filled, just like our cups,
To fill the thickest Shakespeare books.
Our solemn smiles are just a front,
Our conversations, short and blunt.
Our attitudes are foul and stink,
Our tempers lash before we think.
Our jobs are just to make some score,
To clear our debts and make some more.
Our minds are set on cash just cash !
To earn our bread and weekend lash.
Such life is this of tempers short,
Of well spent P’s on G’s we’ve bought,
Of broken bruised and battered bones,
And boarded drums that once were homes,
We’ve based our life on where from,
We’ve come through shit this road we’ve run,
But something tells me we’re alright,
We’ve made our beds and sleep at night.
We still uphold the highest hopes,
And in this dark, we’ll find our ropes,
Were good old soldiers, born and bred,
And won’t give up until we’re dead,
Our code of post is B one one,
And Tyseley scum is where I’m from.
We’ve made our stand, and we’re still standing,
Look out world B one one’s landing.
Written By Adam Hughes.