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Once had your hair cropped, put on your boots, yellow laces, thin braces and everything that represents you and only you. Ben Sherman neatly tucked in, but never did I care when it was all messy at the end of the day. I know, I had my mates by my side almost everywhere I went, I held my pride in my heart not on the shoulders of my friends. I had the name FORUM BOOTBOYS engraved on the chest of my tee. I had it all. Pride and honour. People knew who I am, but they didn't know better than my best mate himself. Someone I had stepped on, yet stands back up just for me, someone who made me feel belonged.
2009. All were seemingly lost for me, I've made a choice, or a mistake to almost forget everything I've laid out for me. I almost lose it all. With my brother saying that he doesn't want any shit to do with the crew anymore. With a cousin inside behind bars. I thought to myself, is it really really worth it. I didn't answer that, I couldn't. Everything seems to have its pros and cons. I love the crew but the blood that's flowing in me, is my brother's blood, his hatred, his anger, his undefined attitude. I tried my best to push it aside. I'm sorry. I've changed. I'm not that Yat people look at and say, he's just another skinhead. I know this ain't the time for self-pride but I hate the fucking fact that we are changing the old ways. The good ol'Forum ways. I'm sorry, maybe I'm a coward backing out from you guys. Maybe I'm too soft or just not 'man' enough like you guys but I'm still a fucking Forum Bootboy and that's that!
Love ya mates and lasses.
Once a bootboy always a bootboy.
Voiced at 10:22 PM on 17 May 2009