When The Dale Moon Pub Got A Hefty Pay,
Master Of The Universe Was To Be Re-Born Today,
Sun Came Early That Day in The Exact Hour of Sixth,
Money Was Splash All Across Yorkshire Street,
With The Street Value In Millions Barely Matched His Nine Toes in Two Feet,
You Shot At Him With Gun & Rifle,
When he gave you the tremendous amount of the sweetest Trifles,
Money Is His Priority,
A Mere 9.7 Per Cent of a Bread & Roti,
He rised from inside the Incinerator And,
He rised from the River Roach like a Magician with a Wand,
Twenty Five Million people want Freedom In North West Town,
They will put their lives in your test if you can,
Triumphant We Shall be no matter the Outcome,
It's the winning that counts & not the second Place in The Hippodrome,
On the Sixth Hour of early morning,
I will get on the phone with Dominic Cumming,
30 bullet Sprayed On my Chest.& Back in heavy rain,
No money was worth that pain,
Poetry by Damien Copyright ©️
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