O.D.H.G.A.B.F.E.

Hate
 Falling three feet to the ground
 Face down on the cold floor of a well-oiled SF pigsty
 I met my one true love
 Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete and boot
 Another victim of the lower hate
 You are not my god
 You think this is funny, don't you pig?
 How the helpless freak squirms
 Beneath our state sanctioned soles
 But what is he laughing at?
 There was nothing padded about a wagon full of mace
 Rotator cuff hyper extends behind my back
 Ribs cracking beneath a rain of sticks and heels
 Falling down like the rain outside
 Oh yeah bitch, I'm gonna remember
 Your face, your name, your number
 And when I crawl out of this hole
 I'm going to make you all mine
 Auschwitz Kent State Chi-Town 68 Tianamen Waco