Fuck You

Written by Nicola Davis

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I wear the hoody                                                          If I don’t wear the bling
I give it the mouth,                                                        And I don’t sleep around
The street corner’s friendlier                                          I’ll be all on my own
Than the drunk on the couch.                                        Before my feet touch the ground.
 
My graffiti is art                                                            It may not be for country
It’s my canvass in life,                                                   And it will never bring peace,
The drugs quell the fear                                     The quest is survival
Of the threat of a knife.                                     Out there on the streets.
 
This war may be point less
But I don’t have a choice,
I live on an estate
Where you have to have a voice.