well who s this staggerin home jabberin lookin like some street smart arrogant gnome feet stickin to the kerb like javelins thrown gesturing wildly having full blown conversations with himself saying haven t you grown to his face in the windows grimacing grappling with half a cigarette not managin this is pete pete grew up on this street he moved away but he s back livin at his dad s so he can save he rigs stages at live events but every time he gets paid he gets wasted and wakes up with less than he made then he hates it but that s life right fast paced shit faced low maintenance and all of his mates are kind of on the same page it s basic wages takes ages to get through the month but then payday comes and it s drink all round outrageous behaviour livin right now no sense a later pills by the pocketful nights last days and look even if he never splashed out he still couldn t make the rent on his own place face it it s 04 18 pete s 14 doors from home and his thoughts are like a pack of starving dogs fighting over the last bone no no no no no no yeah no anyway what was i sayin fuck it wait hold on i m comin up wait good night weren t it must ve been burnt too much on the good stuff lucky me i looked up i saw my future unravel in the lights funny innit i love that sinking feeling any minute but you can t win the race unless you re runnin in it right or you can t get a taste unless you re takin a bite man i m climbin up the walls things are gettin difficult it s all take take take and start early work late puttin in the hours for these drugs tokens love s a joke when your blood s pulsin love is real when you start chokin i m double jumpin in the vast ocean state of me mate blatantly the way i was made y see i ve been gettin on it since back in the day good place for a bad time if you ask me trust me nothin gets past me a bad place for a good time if you know what i mean never met no one like you this feels like a dream whoops back here again how many times ave i sworn it s the end whoops i know this feelin shovelin the rubbish then i m starin at the ceilin whoops dancin to a shit tune hands in the air when it hits you whoops i m lyin in my bed and my brain is eating my head  i got these demons that i can t shake my past is a vast place you can t get away life got grim back then like it does do you know how it feels to lose people you love i like talkin to ya like this do you wanna come back couple drinks somethin like that i got a gram on my nightstand i got an eighth of squidgy black i got this feelin that we re gonna be friends i got this song i wanna play it to you i got this dream i m gonna make it happen i got this thing i wanna say it to you see i ve been writin poems it s a thing that i do and would you mind if i shared one with you no course not right sorry this time a night i always end up spoutin the same old tripe it reminds me of this time i was tryna find my mind in the back of this rave this kid was spillin blood all over the place and i was lookin out for someone to save or be saved by and i found this paper plate started writin it felt fuckin great i knew then me an the pen we were one and the same but look i can t take the strain of the days i m pretty sure i m halfway to insane you got such a nice face and your eyes are like rain i d try and kiss you if i could just remember your name whoops back here then s ppose don t watch the state of my nose whoops my jaw s gone west and i ve started gettin pains in my chest whoops there goes my promise all it took was two drinks and i got on it whoops i swear this person isn t me we did have fun though didn t we didn t we yeah
['alternative r&b', 'lgbtq+ hip hop', 'slam poetry']