10 June 2012
Drinking fosters kickin back, smoking weed not touching crack.
Watching telly, order food, "Life and times of urban dude".
Slip out later, hit a club, Pop a pill, time for dub.
Eat the base, move n sweat, another pill, gram of ket.
Morning here, comin down, time to trip: superman.
On the street, floating home, at least that way I'll try and roam.
Buzzing out, my fucking head, who dare say that ravin's dead?
This is Hackney, fresh and raw, addicting vibe: that want for more.
Taste the night, consume the essence, for we are London; pure coalescence.
Life And Times • Opuss № I