MuseworthyMan

Who Am I?

I was born in a pimp-mobile—a cadillac, think it was gold Me Mum, bless her, used to dance round a big pole And bodily-barter for the money they'd fold And stick in her garter Me Dad, well he'd do whatever he could (or so we believed) Buy a shed load of crack, break it up into wraps and deal it in the 'hood ♩ ♪ dealers, skanks and DT's.. ♩ ♪ No really—I'm an Englander, nudged half a century, trapped with mid-life's trappings—but contented to be. I tend towards breaking convention and question everything that's put to me (okay—most things).