Offender Page #2

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Boys have taken their own life, but you

couldn't get away with killing anyone.

You sure about that?

At least not in the wing, or in the gym,

or in the yard, or at canteen.

No, you'd have to do it

in a cell or in the showers.

- You know Mason?

- Yeah.

- Essay?

- Yeah, I know that man.

What about Jake?

Mind out, cuz.

What, do you know me, fam?

Have I got your girl's knickers

on my head or something?

- Why are you looking at me?

- You heard him, you f***ing wanker.

You one of them rare youths, yeah?

Don't f*** with me, you know?

You little p*ssy.

All right, lads,

let's keep moving.

F***ing f*ggot.

Like you said,

the food's sh*t anyway.

That is Jake.

Hey, yo, new boy!

People all around me

and they're all in fear

I They don't seem to want me

but they won't admit

I must be some kind of creature

up here having fits

I From my party house

I'm afraid to come outside

Although I'm filled with love

I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride

I So I play the part

I feel they want of me

I And I pull the shades

so I won't see them seeing me

Having hard times

in this crazy town

I Having hard times

There's no love to be found... I

Yeah, Nash and Jake are tight.

You see that man

giving screwface to Jake?

That's your man Mason.

I Flow like a goal, let me roll

I Wanna get it down

but you never can show

I If you wanna do it

then you know we can blow

I I'm independent

but you never can show

I Let me hit 'em up,

let me stick 'em up with the gun

I Let me see how I want it,

go and get the fun

If you wanna do it,

come and get the runner

I Wanna get it done

but you know you ain't a gunner... i

MTV, ain't it, yeah?

There's Essay.

We like it. It's all right, man.

I hate him. He's sh*t.

You a freestyle man, yeah?

Let me. I'll do one for you.

I'll do one for you. How about that?

I'm gonna do one for you.

Look, look, look.

I'm not having it! Not having it!

What? What? What? What?

You're wet! You're wet, man!

Oi, book boy.

- F*ggot.

- Hey, uni boy!

Uni boy.

What, you can't hear me, no?

Remember to come see me

tomorrow, yeah?

Don't forget my canteen.

What's going on?

You all right, then?

Come on, then. Where is it?

Give it up.

Just give him a little bit, man.

You know how strong that sh*t is.

- Come to get high?

- Oh, yeah.

- That's the proper thing.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Oh, where's the music, man?

- Hold up, hold up.

Yeah!

Told you that sh*t

was strong, now, didn't I?

- Home time now, boy!

- I ain't got no home.

So...

Jake.

Er, you were arrested for

being carried by a motor vehicle

taken without consent,

and resisting arrest.

When's your trial?

Jake, you understand that

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