By Kanye West.
The Stirling silver ring on my left hand’s ring finger, burns.
I would love for it to meet your face.
I’m not even left handed.
My right hook would knock you out at once.
Against your temple.
I know, because I spent hours, days and months, hitting a heavy bag.
Except, I always pictured the faces of the people who hurt you
On the receiving end.
The people who made you afraid of the dark.
I just never thought it’d be you.