Perdition
Welcome to perdition. The city within the city. Inside of the capital. Where dreams are encouraged and success is fallible.
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Welcome to perdition. The city within the city. Inside of the capital. Where dreams are encouraged and success is fallible.
I'm Down with strictly dope "So" That means I'm more than u can handle "Hot" Im hotter than the wax from a candle "Him" that's Roc he's my microphone companion "Lyrics" full of knowledge truth and...
In the Sweet Silence of the Morning Clear- The Dew creeps back from whence it came. The Birds' morning-song chimes out like the peel of the distant Church Bell- Ringing out the Midnight Morn.
I see only rolling scenes rumbling rattling screen but know that scent like forever Like love or satisfaction not gloating proud but pleasant Time bottled barraged grass green thoughts...
Tourist in my home town Sometimes it gets me down What is it with these bloody tourists. Coach pulls up at the traffic lights.
Having cleared away the rain London's sunny once again Let's have strawberries, lemonade Till the daylight starts to fade Then move on to evening's laughter Southeast city tropicana Having cleared...
There are more people in this city than yesterday or the day before for that matter Summer's finally here for a final five minutes of silence sweating like a confused android dusty and romantic as...
One freak bubble in traffic flow silent Shaftesbury Avenue with not a car in sight She ascends from Freud one hair’s thick, gold thread (so seem summer stones to the sad dead holding their heat and...
Dear Prime Minister I've decided to write you a letter. Not in hope that things will eventually get better. But just to vent, about how you've taxed my breakfast and raised my rent.
[As promised, here is my Allen Ginsberg - inspired rant about Soho. WARNING: contains strong language and graphic imagery.
My heart burst when I first entered into the google imaged skyline The one that proudly screams we are the city the one that goes the most go green Walking down the streets I get this tragic feeling...
Why did it have to go this far, before I knew better. Momma thought I was underneath the sunshine. When I’m really underneath the umbrella. Locked up in a cage hiding from this harsh weather.
& @aleishagayle20 Thanks Aleisha for being tonight's muse. "Roll Up, Roll Up!. Read all about it!. The Chavs are in our towns. Lock up your valuables They are scavenging around.
Hello new town. Cobbles pristine, Rows of thirty. Hello old town.
Here are (some of) the lyrics of one of my favourite songs by K-Os. Astute observations on daily life. [Intro:] Feeling stuck. Self-loathing. Shoe gazing. Pesky flies getting you down.
Out from nothingness we crawled, Guided by Broken Britain's walls, Built on ruined scripts of old, Where ancient memories unfold.
I'll step up to the heavy weight. Get downed, like a pint on St' patties day. Place that bet, because you know my mouth is filled with face. Get back up just like yesterday.
Don't know what's up, what's down, what lies between because when I lie in my bed at nite yu ain't on my sheets Don't know where yu at, where yu been, what yu got out for me cuz if I did somethin to...
Real words of graffiti on the walls. Leaves don't blow, ppl don't move. The street lights drip from top to bottom. When the purple rain falls. Graff graff, graffiti on the walls.
A steady diet of shit You think don't hurt a bit 'Til all those tv calories Have turned your brain into cheese Just a neat commercial wheeze To keep you on your knees So when the rioters turn up You...