You what,
why did I do
it?
Cos Stevie’s a
good lad
‘e’s game as
fuck
and they
thought they could push ‘im around
‘aven’t you
been listening
don’t you get
it?
we’re all the
family some of us ‘ave got
you know your
family ‘cos you were born into it,
your family
tree is mapped out on paper
ours is traced
in scars and bruises
money lent
with no return date asked
nights on
sofas when there’s nowhere else to go
ours is a
trail of broken glass
and promises
cast in stone.
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