Driving drugs from the neighbourhood

I
Was living in the inner city
I
Was tired of being patronised
I
Was sick of witnessing the waste of life
I
Wanted to sort it all out

Guns
Wielded by kids and cops and cops like kids
Which
Follow drugs, like sleep follows rain
Bullets
Pierced Innocent flesh
Splashed
Young blood
Tore
Budding limbs

I
Saw black cars drive past my house
I
Saw black birds fly, bespying bright floral sprays
I
Saw black clouds over the neighbourhood
I
Saw my opportunity

I
Made some decisions
I
Made a commitment
I
Went into action
I
Acted alone and in the dark

Some
Of them were great
Some
Seemed like a waste
And
Yes some were mistakes
But
Most were celebrated
By
Those in the know

No
Noise in the evening
No
Kids in the street
But
Still some public meetings
Due
To their new ill-founded fear

I
Would leave a fly
Unless
It sold me crack
Or
If it lit a joint
Then
I'd crush it the same

I
Went to the shop
And
Bought all of the papers
To
See just how very famous
I
Had become

I
Saw a cardboard wall filled with
Dependency
And cancer
I
Went on to the pub
And
Saw slowed brains
And
Vile intentions

To
Make it spotless clean
A
Bomb placed in the pub
And
Fire in the newsagent's
I
Felt some contentment

Most
Rightminded people and
Most
Religious persons
Approve
Of my achievements but
Not
So with my methods
What
Would they have done?