Ey up

I think I've had my fill and now I'm locked up cos I'm ill! I'm mentally off key a bit and I listen to trappers and drill! My poetry is urban but it gets to your head like a turban! North West is feeling a burden cos all of the world observe em! And whenever police come we dodge and swerve em! Hiding behind a curtain! but the house I was in was burning! So I ran off in haste that's certain! That's not a goatee it's a merkin!