Lincoln rapper highlights city’s drug problem

Lincoln rapper Richard ‘Big Toez’ Tozer has released a new track highlighting the drug problem in the city centre.

Ricky, who was born in Hackney but has lived in Lincolnshire for most of his life, worked on Cathedral City with producer Adam ‘Withdrawn’ Dilks.

In the rap he sings about the sights he sees as he takes a trip through “shi**y Lincoln City” and past the “zombies glued up to the Mamba and Spice life.”

During the song he makes references to “change jars rattling” for “one pound fifty” and “paramedics trying to keep spice heads alive.”

Richard Tozer said: “I wrote these lyrics on my way to work every morning around 7am. As I walked through the city I noticed all the homeless people smoking [so-called] ‘legal highs’ and thought it would be a good topic to write about as everyone can relate to it.

“These are all observational lyrics. I’ve written the tune from many angles including comedy value, political views and general awareness.”

Sights like this inspired Ricky T to write his rap about Lincoln’s spice problem.

The song comes during a wave of news stories about drug users in the city – of which The Lincolnite led the coverage.

Listen to the song below. The song has some very explicit lyrics and listener discretion in advised. 

Cathedral City by Big Toez (Lyrics)

As I walk along the pavement staring at the grubby floor,

mooch past zombies, serpents, some are w****s,

all glued up to the mamba and spice life,

claws reaching out for the cravings nothing more.

 

Little Jimmy’s livid when he’s tryna pull the girs,

truth doesn’t lie when you live in a false world,

s****y Lincoln City’s an image thats been slipping,

watch it sink in to the distance become an extinct village,

powered by the government a puppet on a string winch,

neck it back and think that ya f****d but ya still flinch.

 

Finding the butts that are wholesome and solid,

lining their pockets with roll ups and dockers,

kicked to the curb with the murderous threats,

defeated when they sleep in a pizza box nest,

spot the shakey hand when they’re sippin on a can a beer,

i think it’s fair to say that i’m not a f*****g fan of here.

 

Welcome to Lincoln the cathedral city,

there’s a few rude dudes and a few fake hippies,

bums on the bench that wallow in self pitty,

with their change jars rattling ONE POUND FIDDYYY.

 

Welcome to Lincoln the cathedral city,

no cheese round here but the people act shifty,

more sleeping bags than refugee camps,

now I’m bored of the c**p so let’s talk about facts.

 

The High Street’s vibrant lively and thriving,

paramedics tryna keep the spice heads alive,

please excuse our homeless population,

they don’t mean to be rude, they’re just getting off their faces,

some of them will sing you a song no hesitation,

some of them will string you along and nick ya trainers.

 

Big Issue sellers that have been through the weather,

baggy selling big tissues tryna be clever,

strip clubs and bookies earning big bucks forever,

 while you keep looking for that big pile of treasure,

ambition of the week when ya livin on the streets,

is to get 50p just to get a bite to eat.

 

Spare any change is the slogan of the town,

heard it so much that I’ve broken it down,

so I put it in my rhymes coz it flows and it sounds,

and it fits to the theme shout HOBO NOW.

 

Welcome to Lincoln the cathedral city,

there’s a few rude dudes and a few fake hippies,

bums on the bench that wallow in self pitty,

with their change jars rattling ONE POUND FIDDYYY.

 

Welcome to Lincoln the cathedral city,

no cheese round here but the people act shifty,

more sleeping bags than refugee camps,

now I’m bored of the c**p so let’s talk about facts.

 

There’s so many homeless in Lincoln it’s apparent,

mix em in a bowl make a class war salad,

toss in some bums and some upper class f*****s,

and you got yaself a death match waiting to happen.

 

From the cobble paths on the Bailgate,

to the restaraunt wave on the Brayford,

these places are paved with nation’s wages,

half a mil flats so you better get saving.

 

Excuse me couple sitting in the doorway,

it looks like your mrs getting f******d in a fourway,

tempers flare in the entrance to the shops,

sparks start to fly about who is getting robbed,

 

I people watch from the steeple top,

the taxman steals all the dealers crops,

this city is fueled on greed and lust,

coz when thieves are made that’s when dreams are lost.