The battles turn out to be unpredictable
And the way mother keeps getting up is incomprehensible
The strikes are like thunder that vibrates off tissue and bones
I make my way to the ring, but I don't want to see it at all
Who should I cheer for? The champion?
Or should it be the broken body that lies on the floor?
I referee only to see my mother end up with a broken jaw
I call it down the middle until I can't take it anymore
I step in to find three hooks that turn my vision into extension of darkness
And when I've lost it, I yell to judges to "stop the cheering and roaring"
My mother fights regardless if she feels like her body is falling
And the boxer hits the hardest when he feels he isn't the strongest
And sometimes the boxer uses PCP for the fight when he wants to prolong it
Physically, I was somewhat protected, but my mother did her best
However, mentally I stopped thinking about the boxer so I didn't end up in a stray jacket
She fought long and hard, and I know her heart was very starved
And the boxer started losing, and we had a conclusion when the boxer became inside a cell secluded