A poem about the Braunstone Estate. |
The Braunstone Estate the rumors they flow all the poeple says it's a no go you tell them where your from and they laugh in your face they all say avoid that place you try to explain that it aint that bad but they wont listen not even a tad. Poeple says theres stabbings everyday but you say there rumors not truth to it okay but they dont stop talking about old Braunstone Town they say its not funny not even for a clown. You say your from their and they want to leave they want to run for the door and leave their seat yap and yap about the rumors everyones a criminal even the police chap why dont you have a look dont worry you need a book there just rumors thats all just dont go over the park anytime sooner. It's just rumors it aint that bad it's just like everywhere else everyones just as sad yes we have a burnt out car like everyone else but dont worry we have a dirty old bar aswell. Sell, Sell, Sell out the back of white vans all the old slags looking for a tan tacksuits and shell suits ride on bikes they all come up to you looking for a light. Dont worry it's not that bad just understand everyones a dad it's just the same as everywhere else Braunstone Twon aint nothing to blame poeple are ignorant yes this is true but not as bad as you for not looking for the truth. It's not that bad i promis I come from there and i'm ok I dont wear a tracksuit or have spikey hair i'm just a lad from Braunstone i'm not that bad at all i'm just like most of them though I didnt go to school. I dont hang out with the idiots though but i'm just like them i'm trying to get out too dont listen to the rumors there all lies even if i'm trying to get out i'll look back and sigh old Braunstone Town the place i was raised and i'll always be ready for one more chase. |