Dear Birmingham
Might not be the city that never sleeps more the city having a lie in
The trains are always late so we’re chilling
In the melting pot simmering
Might not be a Hollywood set
But these Midlands are the Wild West
Seconds the best
But this is love and hate ying and yang
I mean there’s parts of my home I can’t stand
Like Broad Street the valley of the damned
One bombs, jager bombs, football songs
Big johns
Do you want salad with your kebab, bab
Whether it’s a sound system in Digbeth
Or the chaos of the German market at Christmas
A battle between blues and villa
A city to tough for Godzilla
Waiting to blossom
More jokers than Gotham
An accent that sounds like a record playing backwards
An accent that makes you question intelligence
Birmingham don’t be like that big bully London
Happy slapping other cities it sees as competition
Don’t need a must visit list or cities to see blog
A buzz feed countdown of must see towns
Feel the bite of the under dog
Stand proud of your ground you don’t need any permission
Stand proud of your ground you don’t need any permission
Brum know these cuts will always heal
We don’t need to borrow the big wheel
Like Bunny Johnson we take a beating
Battered and bruised
We’re misunderstood their confused
I mean listen to the reports on fox news
Oh one two one more thing
Big bad brum ain’t about bling bling
The Powers that be splash out on retail therapy
When they fail to see
The life of brum flows through art eries of creativity
Zephaniahs poetry
The buskers street symphony
A revolution in Handsworth
The bulti dishes birth
See past the monuments of vanity
To the grass roots beauty
Community commodity
Superstore and billboards
See past the shopping mall circus
Cause like shawshank your just scratching the surface
Dig deeper because
All is not it seems like the wizard of oz
In HS2 we turst
Cause you can’t get to brum quick enough
Come on brum we can do better than this
95% of the event budget on the Tory party conference
Are you taking the…
All those mirrors on Selfridges don’t truly reflect
The core of this city I represent and respect
Will take more than ten letters to cover this subject
We ain’t hit our prime
In a birmz state of mind
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