More ways to put you in a box than you can ponder. Even more ways than you can soup up a Honda. Ice pick, a push over the stairs, the entire building heard, but nobody cares. Holding the dice, it’s a solo fight against the stats, numbers don’t lie, get em flippin like acrobats. Private I’s get snuffed out, man it’s a tough bout. Where we learned to box is right at the bus route. Double major in street smarts, black market management. It’s none of your business what my competitive advantage is. I slam punks and slip discs, rambunctious misfit. Hop out the sewer and make you ooze like Bisquick. The first hand stabbing, the second hand smoke, the mind went to waste and the body didn’t float.