M.I.A. – Bucky Done Gun from Arular (2005) /grunky dancehall rap/
Gymnastics super fit
Muscles on the gun clip
Bite, teeth, nose bleed
Tied up in the scarf piece
Can I get control?
Do you like me vulnerable?
I’m armed and I’m equal.
More for for the people.
Physical, Brute force
Steel, Iron you’re the boss
Yeah you’re so o-able
Grind me down sugar salt
Muscle stretched taut in determination. It’s as if, even here, I’m in the muck with dirt and sweat plastered together down on my arms, glistening in the sun. A suit sends a glance toward me. It smugly challenges but has nothing to back it up. A bus coughs by with a spew of hot exhaust. My nose wrinkles mechanically against the smell, and my eyes narrow as the vehicle’s absence sends the daybright keening into my eyes. Straight through. Straight back to the hills and jungle leaves. The face paint. The fingers on steel. Shouts of desperation. Courage and Triumph. Blood.
I won’t back down. Not even here.