Thick skin

He swapped his roller skates
For a stolen scooter on dodgy plates
He took time to celebrate his 18th
but he was never really happy
He used fireworks the size of houses
And blew up a car
The boy dropped out of college
The obvious rhyming knowledge
He learned
Was that head stuck book worms
Are hen pecked post turns
Of the screw
In Barclays’ banks ladders
Or middle management council shoes
Is not what he shall do
He learned it by instinct
And his feel for the street
He learned the drop out option
Is the mean feat in which
He shall retreat into his head
And explode upon his drugs
And hang out with the fleecy thugs
Or shell suit mugs of Lycra Lynda handbag brigade
The diamond white and lemonade fixers
Of the street
And pinched knee skin
Is far from vagina
When childhood games of sex
scare him blinder
In magazines
Such kiddie dreams
He wants to forget all that
So where the violence appear
Why the boy change gear
And exploit his inner fear
To the outside trading
And youthful fading looks
You Ray Winston wannabe
Your buying dvd’s now
Your Capri loving girls a cow
Cuz she bit your eye and fixed your scowl
So perfectly
And perfectly boy your fading fast
You’re a boxing boy with ‘everlast’ gloves
But the leaden walls are ten feet thick
And that shrivelled prune that was your lick
Is fading so fast your gonna be sick
On a retirement fund from stolen bits
Of cars
I didn’t really think you’d get this far
All your gangster mates
Your garden hose and blood red nose
Are the traits you wear today
And who’d have thought that flower beds
Would make you say wonderful things
Eventually
For can you really ignore the floral hues
That score the lines in bitter pours of skin
You used to wear thick skin
Now this wrinkled grin is happy

Hello,
This ones really good, nice rhythm and a good bit of social comentary, I don't know what else I can add!