HalfwayGangster - Parole Edition

Hey ya'll what up.

My pen has been itching ever since I decided to f**k shit up. I don't shoot people. I don't kill people. I just write and my pen is my biggest weapon against this sick society we live in. Yuck.

I have impulses. And sometimes I don't know where they come from, but it must be from within; a deep anger towards people who tell me what to do. Except for mum. She makes me sandwiches.

Now I'm out on the loose. Down your streets. Right across your neighbourhood. What will I do?

you could go to the pub

What kind of sandwiches?

I will enjoy Cucumber sandwiches at the local pub