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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