I shot these photographs in the studio facalities in the college, I tried to portray a slight form of depression, with how Tom was placing his hands but more importantly the lighting in this was very dim yet concentrated on his head area, in editing I darkened the image and then the contrast.  

"Little man licks the pipe and blows the smoke high in the air, he calls it welfares prayer, smoking on this shit to feel godly, sitting with them cats upstairs, cause its dirty down here god, you'll get your robes peeled off your back, crucified in a block of flats, junkyard style, where the pigs chase the cats and the cats feed the habits, sometimes I get nostalgic, on the corner where we used to rock that bad magic, I need to make an escape, from the junkyard, AKA, High Bury Estate...."