Alchemisland

In the Joy learnt I was just a boy, I was used like a toy

Came out with a harder voice, less time for games, little joy

Ironic it has that name, place is grey sets no one straight

Easy getting phones and dope past the gate

They have entire grow operations and playstation games

The prisoners run the place, high stakes games and drug exchanges

Shankings shameless, done in yard during broad day

Don’t get caught wanking or you’ll get raped OK?

Put tape over the uniform to form a Nike label, smokes if you’re able

Tokes if you can pay: high grade cannabis, pills, vials of cocaine

Get it at a member’s rate, operates like the masons, masters

And everyone else comes after, drones drop drugs on rafters

Most get past the net then go up asses, that’s an ingestion

That’s an investment, all day in the gym earning extra strength

Never consider sentence length, that way to madness led

Just think about how to get your bread, get your head straight

Do it better instead, never getting caught again, I’d like a Benz

And a bird from Bray who wants her turds burgled, a gurgler

I’m going off-grid like Varg from Burzum, barred from a hundred bars

I write a hundred bars to audience boredom, hard-headed bard

Doing the same thing same result no regard, seems retarded

I see no way around my art, I must impart but what

Mind shot like a wrestler’s knees, like a Tommy dead on French debris

I hand over a half pint of milk and she’s thankful, owes me a favour

I always answer, I take chances, want that taste, hate chasing

First with hay I hated the taste, how it made

Me feel like I was fading away, now that’s what I hope invades

When I’m chain baking, first thing in the morning drug taking

Every single day, I wonder what about my life can’t be changed

And makes me deranged enough to stay this way, this stage

Is hard to beat, I’m in stasis, it’s a dangerous reactor leak

We didn’t prepare amply, I take free samples big handfuls

I’m in the back garden, tied ankles juggling anvils

Until I’m able to toss my aunty over the shed

And lift a fridge up over my head

I’m training like I’m olympic dream led

But then I’m sitting in the shed grinding up vegetables.