Poem by
Andrew Mitchell.
I am the man of numbers,
but no mathematician.
A cold as ice,
urban tactician.
I’m a winner, a sinner,
a cool hearted killer.
The jailbird who never sang,
leader of the numbers gang.
My new family,
is the best I ever had.
So much better than,
a dronkie mother and a tik-kop dad.
The more I hurt,
the less I feel.
Rape, murder and hate,
It’s all in the life of a 28.