Never Beg
I woke up naked on the bathroom floor,
blood on my boots and a phone I don’t own.
Last night’s lipstick smeared on my ribs,
and some joker’s wallet in my coat, already cleaned out.
The mirror cracks when it tries to judge me.
I pour last week’s gin on my wounds and spit in its eye.
Somewhere outside, the world’s still eating itself,
but I’m the motherfucker with the teeth,
and I came here to fight.
Wasn’t born with a silver anything—just a fist,
and a middle finger loaded and ready for God.
Told to kneel, I learned how to grind instead.
When the vultures circled, I called them down and chewed the bones.
Never been anyone’s hero, never wanted your flag.
I fuck in alleys, I piss in the garden.
My name’s a curse scratched into bathroom doors.
If you want clean, you better look somewhere else.
Yeah, I’m ugly, but I never beg.
I burn bridges just to light my cigarette.
You want repentance, get in line.
You want a savior, get in line behind me and shove.
You prayed for rain and I brought the flood.
You prayed for mercy and I gave you blood.
There’s graffiti in my chest,
a confession carved in hunger and sweat.
I walk on razors and I never look down.
Bite my lip, taste iron.
Another night, another fight.
Still standing, still the devil in the dark,
still laughing with a mouth full of graveyard dirt.
If I die tonight, let the world stay dirty.
Let the saints drown in their own tears.
We never beg. We never crawl.
We fuck, we fight, we take it all.
We never fucking beg.