Pay back

My friends worry when I go home
But they don't know
if I will com back the next day
with a hemorrhage or broken bone.
Bloody noses, running tears
and people don't know why I fear
the one that is meant to wrap these broken tethers
socked in red that wrap around my waist and head
Throne to the ground towards the floor
into shattered glass and rock hard doors
broken objects pass through shields
But you must always remember
He gets what he deals
I've always been Push and shoved around
Hit bashed taken down until
I was sleeping on the ground
not a whisper not a sound
not even a murmur to be found
20 years later I came back and said
hey Mr. Dealer can we have another round
I said it with confidence and with no dread
I pulled out his gun and shot him in his lung
he started to die slow and painful like he did to me I reload the gun
one more shot maybe to his head
I aimed so he would see down the barrel
of this loaded gun
dam my fun had only just begun