4 Quotes by Roger Robinson

How is it I'm begging you for housing, when you burnt my building down? You all ain't even playing fake-nice, like those other murderers. You are all cut-eye and snarls, all straight jargon, and nothing but the jargon.

in the car park a young father whispers weed smoke about how his life feels, like that brunt-out car that never moves, the one with the shattered windowsleaving diamond tears in the asphalt.

in the car park a young father whispers weed smoke about how his life feels, like that burnt-out car that never moves, the one with the shattered windowsleaving diamond tears in the asphalt.

You fooled us. Render your work, not your lives. This seems like the newest answer to an old question. Cheap muscle and blood to build you an Empire- that we can't stay in. Gran's gone missing fromSaturday morning. Brixton Market? No one is frowning atthe quality of the yams, or asking how the snapper's eye so cloudy. There'll be no Saturday soup tonight.