My struggle

Like a mugger she backs me up

My thunderous magnum with shaved off numbers

Don’t mean that ice cream you’re nomming on during Summer

Saved it just for you, trained so you won’t outrun or outdo me

Out to prove what I can make with a tool, food and some fools

Trains for exchanges, it’s less public

Taking trains from central Dublin to all over the country

Flooding it with drugs, I run rigged games so always raise on the river

Always on the take, get home with sage instead of sprayed haze say

Fucksake

Spreading my muck in places that’re lovely

Won’t be once I get them struggling, junkies needing money and quickly

Increase hundredfold in muggings and pensioner drubbings, youth sickly

I encompass the town’s circumference with drug surplus, surfeit

This place deserves it, it’s a sure fit, I’m due to be made a sir

Rich as Michael Smurfit, got a good hand but played it well too

Spent my time bent over holy wells, seeking elves in hidden dells

Delving further than that when I’m on my Dell

Calling forth aethyrs, descending through digital hell

Whole suffering realm to take in just plug in and sin, Hellraiser would blush

Pushing it like I was mushing huskies as brittle ice floes broke in our wake

Tomb rubbings the only way they’ll meet you now

No one de-ivies the graves of cowards, no grave goods for the powerless

Tomb robbers only ones to meet you now, all they get flowers and musk

Kickback whacks a shoulder back but the mack itself is often waxed

Never backs or jams like a jazz band spazzing out under a bandstand

Crowd don’t know what to do with 11/8

Park lawn drawn out evening sipping lemonade

Hoi polloi won’t ever understand what the demi-monde are handing out.

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