| About me : | I was standing on this corner.
Was it east London, west, no! I just remember.
It was somewhere in the Brixton area.
Me, with big bum, sexy body, apple breast Lorna.
We plan for the night, and talk about the theatre.
That’s another story we’ll talk about that later.
Anyway !!
It wasn’t summer but the sun was hot that day.
Ourk’s! The law, you can’t imagine the play
They were out in seconds before one say.
“If you’re Jamaican, ass-hole pray!”
If this were some places in the Caribbean
I certainly would have run,
But this his England,
And police don’t carry gun.
“I was wrong.” as one said, spit it out dealer
A punch to my stomach, my feet fly high,
then a scream came from Lorna
My head hit the ground, before my feet touch down,
That’s all I can remember. |
