Registered User
Join date: Apr 2012
245 IQ
British Culture.

Screams and echos resonate
hidden cameras will turn and stare
afternoon yelps and scrapes
The sound of children playing football in street.

Trilby hats and dusty suits
And intellectual pursuits
And bookshop values and cocaine
Fuelled discussions about fake borgeouis pain.

And so I ask you what our culture is?

Put down rap battles between
Self styled street poets
With a chip on their shoulder
Cause they wont poor enough when they grow older

and so I ask you what our culture is?
Was it the mods or the rockers or the teddy boy shockers?
Or the hoodies or the chavs or the kids into jazz.
Did they drink, did they fight? Did they dance all night?
Was there anything else to do?

Three polish builders building
A tall town house for an oligarch
Thinking of hot meals as they install the aga
And it rankles to their core because their kids aren’t provided for

And so I ask you what our culture is?
And the men in the 4 button pinstripe suits
Paying bills at the bar with their blank chequebooks
Looking down at the uncouth deviant truth
Don’t remember what they did when they were members of the youth.

Two foreign boys sitting on a bench
Smoking cheap homegrown draw
The scent of crime wafts over to old Mr Shanks.
And he doesn’t realize that their guns are filled with blanks.

And so I ask you what our culture is?
UG Fanatic
Join date: May 2009
3,126 IQ
I thought it was, okay, I guess.
Quote by laid-to-waste
look nigga, if you're chillin with 5 bros and 2 hos, you're gonna wanna pay attention to all of em equally. not moon over the hos forever and laugh at every shitty thing they say and just stare at them all night, like some of my mates do.