Dont Ever Become Homeless

Don't ever become homeless

Not in the UK

Because the charities don't care

If we got nowhere to stay

As long as their hostels

Are full to the brim

Then they don't care

Which is a sin

 

So we got to do 

What we got to do

To stay alive

Which is hard too

For we are up against everything

Out on the rode

So some of us become travellers

Living no fixed abode

Using our talents

The best way we can

To help ourselves

And our fellow man

As the Christians pray

Which is no good

But we got nowhere to live

In their neighbourhood

Because we have no local connection

Which is a shame

Even an artist like me

And Dr Geebers my name

Who walked the whole coast

On a homeless awareness tour

From being homeless

Oh for sure

 

Brighton to Brighton

Through all weathers

Which I thought 

Was really clever

 

To get a book written

To help homeless charities gallore

But to my amazement

It didn't open no door

 

Which pissed me off

And I was in News papers too

I was even on T.V.

So how do you do

 

For creating loose pebble sculptures

On 44 beaches

One awesome journey

That's left me speachless

 

So heres to the future

And heres to the past

Thats if it happens

Or bloody well lasts

 

But the real truth is

If it happens to you

Your better of dieing

Outside creating whats new

 

Because the charities don't care

As long as they get their wage

To go home to their house

And turn a new page

 

So the homeless person

He or she has to cope

By themseleves

You might as well give them a rope

 

As we mix with the wrong people

And simply try to survive

The weather, the temptation

Just to stay alive

 

Yet the cold gets to many

So they turn to drink and drugs

Some don't want to be noticed

So they become thugs

 

Others have connections

And become drug dealers too

Why because the system

Has failed them too

 

So they are better of in prison

Oh by far

Learning rehabilatation

Hour after hour

 

But when they come out

What they gonna do

The only thing they know

Is how to survive too

 

For the big money is easy

And gives you a great life

But if you get caught

Well that's sacrifice

 

Which is all worth it

If you go down that road

Yet some of us want to change

Before we explode

 

So we do great journeys

To help others too

Yet we are the underdogs

Isn't that true

 

Well this is life

For the down and out

We are better off dead

We cry and shout

 

Because we live in hell

Looking for PEACE

Until we go to heaven

When we die at least

So some commit succide

By simply having a hit

Because its nice to have something

So death don't feel like shit

Because it isn't easy

Living on the street

So rest in peace my friends

Even I admit defeat

 

Bad boy Santa

Hey you

Can you hear what I say

Santa's a pain in the ass

And he's flipping gay

I caught him the other night

With his trousers down

Giving some bloke a blow job

In some dirty fucking town

And Ruddolf he's a wanker

Didn't you fucking know

For using his red nose

To give Santa an awesome show

And all his little Elfs

Started singing christmas songs

As they skinned up joints

And passed the bong along

All getting high

While enjoying life too

Now this is the real Santa

And his bad boy crew

Who go out theifing

To get presents gallore

No much wonder the worlds suffering

And no one will open their door

That's why he's a fat bastard

Who ate all the pies

Because he's not stupid

He just fed us all lies

Giving us all hope

At this festive time of year

But he's really a bad boy criminal

Do you all hear

So don't listen to him

The pathetic fucking cunt

For he's nothing special

And that's putting it blunt

So if he comes to your door

With presents in his hand

You know their all ripped off

Do you fucking understand

And the police will come knocking

With a present of their own

And that's a night in the cells

So don't you fucking moan

Because you have been warned

All about this evil man

Who's a fucking well legend

With one awesome fucking plan



STREET LIFE

        Seeing the things people go through,

        Taking abuse by passers by to.

        Realising things can get worse,

        Eventually because of realities curse.

        Easily slipping right back down,

        To that level that you found.

       

        Little by little as you let go,

        Into the world of drugs you know.

        Finding a friend to hold on to,

        Ending that feeling you got in you.

Living The Life Of A Poet

 

Living the life of a poet

And a sculptor too

Out on the open road

Can be very hard to do

 

Even though you have words

And your materials are free

It is really hard to survive

Especially down by the sea

 

With really heavy winds

The snow and the rain

Then there's those people

Who try to drive you in sane

 

By setting you on fire

Or beat you up as well

For they want what you got

In words that they can sell

 

Yet you got to survive

No matter the obstacles ahead

Even though you know

Your better of dead

 

Some will hit you with hammers

Or stab you in the heart

This is real street life

That happens after dark

 

Yet if you have no money

What are you going to do

Would you break the law

To survive would you

 

While trying to live the dream

So you can get of the street

To carry on your art

Which comes out so unique

 

Or would you lay down

And drink yourself to death

Or even take drugs

To your very last breath

 

Or would you simply squat

And hope for the best

Even though you got no money

Well this is life's real test