In my hardship, I have learned to fight for myself
Nobody can get me again, in a chokehold or punches me in my face
Nobody will ever protect me from somebody else
So, you can get a fight with me, this going to be ace
I have got my strong fists up already
So I won’t be thrown off by your bullshit
Bracing myself and keeping my mind sharp, so that I ready
So, I have got a bloody nose and I am ready to hit
My blows are going into your chest, I will punch you in your face
This is me and you are full of rubbish
You don’t deserve my respect or my grace
Keep on crying and swallowing your blood, until I have finished
I am beating the living shit out of you
I hope you’re learning your lesson of respect
The nice taste of your own blood in your mouth was overdue
To anyone, I never will be an object
I am strong and I am capable, more than I look
Beating you up with my fists of sterling steel
Is your soul changing with this big fight? I have a great left hook.
What was your huge meaningless deal?
- Author: 4wheels (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 2nd, 2024 02:53
- Category: Unclassified
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