Youyou there, STOP! Get in line.

Im not going where yare going  Aint my line

Line it up! I could give a rat’s ass where you think you’re going; get in line! 

                                                                              the cop moved violently towards himthe State moved violently towards him 

like his old man told him 

                          When a fight’s imminent, throw the first punch; you don’t know, boy, how many fights are one punch fights.

Awright old man 

               he hoped it played out to his advantageplayed out the way his old man taught him

he was a big cop

he wasnt afraid of nothing

he certainly wasnt afraid of him as he cowardedcrouched as he made himself small 

the cop thought he was trying to slink away

YOU!

    he reached down to pluck a shrinking violet but it lurched out at him like a panther a vicious left to the throat CONTACTCHOKE a right raking his eyes with dirty fingernails 

                                                               he was halfsurprised he didnt come away with an eyeball 

dollars to doughnuts the cop couldnt describe him to a sketch artist 

                                                                       likely he could better bragdescribe himselfseen himself preen in plenty of mirror an enraged enforcer   a Blue Lives master 

couldnt wait for the comicbook to come out 

                                             a blackenedblinded in one eye Avenger howling hed get his I’M GONNA GET MINE!

he didnt know wha his was 

a violated person doesnt forget the face that hurt them

a violator doesnt remember 

                           just a number somebody   one of many

but a one of many motherfuckers one-upped him

No, I don’t remember, I don't remember; so instead I’ll hurt others. They can pay for his sin.

 

his old man didnt tell him wha he was supposed to do with that

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