1:14:03
-They ain't gonna do shit.
-I told you to handle this shit.
1:14:07
-Shit wouldn't have been f ucked up.
-You just want some pussy, that's all.
1:14:13
Fuck!
1:14:15
-Get your punk ass up.
-Fucker.
1:14:21
You little punk.
Coward motherf ucker. Hit a man.
1:14:29
Find a f ucking bus, you little punk.
I'm leaving your ass!
1:14:36
Don't leave me. Leave them hoes.
1:14:38
Walk your ass the 15 miles
to Oakland. Get the f uck off my shit!
1:14:43
-But we got a job.
-Get the f uck off my shit!
1:14:46
Leave them hoes.
1:14:48
Yo, hold on, Lucky.
1:14:52
Hey, leave them hoes, man.
1:15:11
Shit.
1:15:17
Oh, boy.
This ain't my motherf ucking day.
1:15:23
I can't believe he hit me.
1:15:27
Tired ass.
1:15:33
He gonna get f ucked up, watch.
1:15:37
Is it true the ribs can tell the kick
Of a beast from a lover's fist?
1:15:41
The bruised bones record it well
1:15:44
The sudden shock, the hard impact
1:15:47
Then swollen lids
1:15:49
Sorry eyes spoke not of lost romance
But of hurt
1:15:54
Hate is often confused
1:15:56
Its limits are in zones beyond itself
1:15:59
And sadists will not learn that