Cultural 'limpicks.

Big Rasta's with razor sharp bowie knives,
locks that would make dreaming Jacob a ladder,
cutting the finest Afghani hash,
for the white freaks from Sutton in the Villa Cross,
as the Irish gaffer pulls another pint of Guinness,
for his mates retired from the black stuff.

In the Greek Cypriot cafe,
"leave 'im alone,
e 'as a cup of tea first",
being protected from the kids with a five quid draw,
the parrot stoned on whiskey
and the man in a cheap crombie coat,
for those that wanted more than an ounce.

Before the rioting,
that got the community an arts centre,
now world class,
as a way of saying sorry.

They do it different now,
with real guns,
not made in Birmingham.

They got locked up for thirty years,
as this cack handed government,
manufactures a society,
fit only for change and revolution.

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