I can’t say whether he was stupid or smart
laughing in that straightjacket
one-two
there wasn’t much choice for him
not really, growing up in that hole
one-one-two
with suburban paradise all around but
inside the beatings, bloodied present only
one-two, one-two
no thoughts of the future were necessary:
“go back out there and knock their teeth
down their throats
my son”
two-three
Year:
2013
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