You throw your cups and your insults
Because of the colour of my skin
I’ll just keep scoring goals
And celebrating with a grin
Not All Of Britain Is Great
After eighteen months
In one country
It’s good to breathe
The air of another
Even if this one
Is much harsher
And far too obsessed with colour
Like Looking In A Mirror
It’s sad that you have to endure
The same shit that I did
Remarks about your skin colour hurt
Especially when you’re a kid
Just know that you’re amazing
As you’re growing day by day
You’ll always be the better person
No matter what they say
You Don’t Deserve Nice Things
If you can jeer a man
For the colour of his skin
You have no right to cheer
When his goal goes in
British Bulldog Tattoos
Do you really look past
The colour of my skin
And try hard to see
Who I am within
I don’t believe you
A Missed Opportunity
So it
seems
he has
lucked
outHe’s
put
up a
decent
frontI
guess
now
he’ll
revert
to beingA
misogynistic
cunt
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 