grippin grapplin staggerin what's happenin
sweaty back against the wall
i fall
then he grabs again
dullz my skull with his canister
i hit the banister in a rancid blur
down the stairs into chairs
thinkin, how can this occur
i splash the mud w/ a thud
eyes dressed in blood
thighs blessed with crud
why's stressed in floods
my chest undressed protests the black glove
my voice stressed distressed molests skies above
acquiesced, my heart arrests suppressed by push shoves
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