Come At Me

Fuck yeah, it’s so hardcore

During the summer

It is just a hothouse

Cinder blocks on the side

Without windows

I remember those benches

I remember this place so well

People in the corners conspiring

Smoking

Tennis balls being thrown

Skipping

Push-ups

Crash

Rugby league played on the concrete

People jumping the walls

Between yards

To kick in the heads of people

In the other yard

And then quickly jump back

Before the guard came

Back along the watchtower

Misery

Danger

Violence waiting to happen

Rakai taking his belt off

“You want a fuckin’ go?”

“Absolutely.”

While everything can appear calm

How, how quickly things can

Can go in a different direction

And how unpredictable that can be

The level of hyper-vigilance and sensitivity you have

How aware you are of your surroundings

Demonstrating physical dominance and prowess

In the interests of creating reputation and avoiding attack

Hardening, hardening

Is what I’d say

‘Fuckin’ come at me, motherfucker.’

‘There’s nothing you can do.’

‘Nothing you can do that’s gonna break me.’

I certainly had that approach

Where I’d be like

‘Fuckin’ come at me, motherfucker

There’s nothing you can do

Nothing you can do that’s gonna break me.’