Local businesses are supporting the City of Lincoln Council’s plan to close St Peter’s Passage.

The alley links Mint Lane and the High Street, but businesses say it’s a hotspot for drug use, rough sleeping and that it is being used as a toilet.

Stuart McFadden, Store Manager of Lincoln’s Blacks, said: “We are getting a lot of problems with drug taking, litter and the smell that comes from there.

“We arrive every morning to a strong smell of urine that we have to clean up ourselves. We had occasions where we have found needles and that impacts on our morning opening up and prevents us from opening on time.

“I’ve already signed a petition in support of the closure. Hopefully it will stop that area being used as a toilet. It’s off putting for customers who think the smell is coming from our shop but obviously it isn’t, it comes from the passageway.

“I’m in full support of it.”

The council says it has received a number of complaints about the street due to discarded drugs paraphernalia and the strong smell of human waste.

In 2015 a similar consultation was launched, but the response to closure plans and consultation back then was low and those who did respond wanted it to remain open as it was a “historic passageway”.

Francesca Bell, Public Protection, Anti-Social Behaviour and Licensing Service Manager at City of Lincoln Council, said: “It seems that the passage is being used as a toilet, smelling particularly strong of urine and traces of human faeces which pose a health and safety risk to the public, our employees and other partner agencies that access the passage.

“Complaints have been made relating to the condition of St Peter’s Passage for a number of years and a significant increase has been highlighted over the last 12 months relating to drug use and discarded paraphernalia.

“We pride ourselves in being a vibrant and welcoming city, and the sight of St Peters Passage is not a reflection on Lincoln.”

The proposition will now be open to public consultation online here until Wednesday, August 29.

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was born in Hackney but has lived in Lincolnshire for most of his life, worked on Cathedral City with producer Adam ‘Withdrawn’ Dilks.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

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