The mad rantings of Moisst's favorite Uncle.
Original poem by Uncle Kenny. Taken from Issue One 1992/93.
HERE IN
HERE IN HELLS KITCHEN
THE WEATHER CHANGES
TO FIT AGONY
SIN FLOWS FROM IT'S GUTTERS
A JACKAL OF LEGS, LIGHTS AND BREAST
DEALERS PUSH JUNK , AND SMOKE CRACK
COPS DON'T GIVE A DAMN
GUN SHOTS PLAY SYMPHONY'S
THROUGH THE NIGHT
THE THEME SONG IN HELLS KITCHEN
IT'S STREETS PAVED
WITH A BILLION BROKEN DREAMS
ALLEY'S FILLED WITH STENCH AND SCREAMS
EVERY SOUL CRYING OUT FOR RELIEF
TRYING TO ESCAPE THE HEAT
THE LOCKS AND GATES MADE FROM VICES
THIS TORTURE BURNS WITH NO LIES
NO PROMISES OF ESCAPE
NO SALVATION ONLY SCAMS
AND JUST THE PASSING OF EACH DAY
HERE IN HELLS KITCHEN
THE WEATHER CHANGES
TO FIT AGONY
SIN FLOWS FROM IT'S GUTTERS
A JACKAL OF LEGS, LIGHTS AND BREAST
DEALERS PUSH JUNK , AND SMOKE CRACK
COPS DON'T GIVE A DAMN
GUN SHOTS PLAY SYMPHONY'S
THROUGH THE NIGHT
THE THEME SONG IN HELLS KITCHEN
IT'S STREETS PAVED
WITH A BILLION BROKEN DREAMS
ALLEY'S FILLED WITH STENCH AND SCREAMS
EVERY SOUL CRYING OUT FOR RELIEF
TRYING TO ESCAPE THE HEAT
THE LOCKS AND GATES MADE FROM VICES
THIS TORTURE BURNS WITH NO LIES
NO PROMISES OF ESCAPE
NO SALVATION ONLY SCAMS
AND JUST THE PASSING OF EACH DAY
HERE IN HELLS KITCHEN
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