His denim shirt ripped

And blood-stained

It was such a shame

Mick was a dealer, 

A user too;

Smoked what he sold

And sold what he grew

But County lines geezers

Had swamped the north

With the Psychotic stuff,

Packed full of THC but also:

White Nurse, White Stuff, White Junk

Skunk caused, Horse delivered

The knifings 

The knifings

Caused the pain

And then the cycle began again.

Mick was pronounced dead,

8:13 pm, it was a Tuesday

Lancaster Royal Infirmary

A thousand years ago

Which is easy to say,

But harder to know

For his wife and his kids

It aint never goin away.