When he smashed the   glass into my face  did he realise the scar above my   eye would become a life metaphor?    Toe-to-toe, tribe-to-tribe  even cavemen hid their blades    I arrived home late  she nursed my wounds  and took me to bed 

12123I ain't fucking stopping had my soul broken with my name drug through the mud tarred and feathered all because cowards couldn't live up to the man I am so they decided to scheme wielding what they perceive as power but I know they see the devil in...