I can count the fingers the years the smiles the toes.
The babies, the children, teenagers with woes.
Can’t count on a man, don’t think he exists
Lecture me about dating I bring up my fists.
No safety net, no family home
had to learn how to fight, short of breaking my bones
Yeah I can count,
down but not out
ignoring the ref
conveniently deaf
I crawl, sweatin’ with blood
to the ropes set for stun
I grab for the cords
finding little for fun
Ref sets me straight
my opponent’s not done.
So I get my *** up
starting at one.