no one knows who did it the storm struck lightning as usual i was on hand to pick up the pieces but some whip up bad blood for so long i've been caught up a succession of left jabs & a right hook i am concussed again my face inside the mothers of bulldogs lions & snakes trauma counselling who would be one? it started at two the Troubles raged heavy lacerating deep within my toddler soul come to me darling though my breath smells of wine & cigarettes two wabi sabi repaired cups slow dancing as our coals blush turning the lamp down low at last i cracked whisper like Etta after 55 years no longer guilt no longer shame no longer numb sanity through madness punchdrunk blind finally a man & a woman don't be scared i'm not
the good people of england play fierce dance music big up First Nations brother xx must come from the heart love u ur sic kunt Eireann lover brother malachi xx -- Go Millwall 🤣❤️ Malachi always Lewisham the ends good people an Englishman gave up his bed for me here's to ur people's METTLE xx I love Malcolm X I love Sophie Ellis Bextor 🤣❤️🫶🐎🦅🧶🪡☘️💫🐶 I don't give a fuck I wen't to Stonehenge when you could still get inside Love the tunes Malachi xx 3rd bottle of wine Happy xx Groovejet is a banger seen? Malachi Feelin 24 hour party people Malachi I met someone beautiful 🤫 London's amazing. I almost never came home xx Malachi Follower of William Blake xx Best modern music in the world My name's Malachi Doyle Eireann blah blah emotion sure, but my beloved mother was Maureen Warburton. You've got this. I need spliff 🤦♂️ Build it here Wurundjeri. Poem end xx Love Man i could spit wicked bars over this like Scratch xx It's my riddim 🙏