two bottles of mateusz in my hand
this is going to get messy
i break down the wooden door with my shoulder
they're after me and gaining
i don't know if i have a chance after this
a bottle smashes
fuck
i open the second and drink
ice cold, flares my senses
these fuckers are faster than i thought
i see the one canine gain speed
the area is shrubbery and it slows him down
slows me down too
canine number two is lost
just this one is all, if i can only make the jump
one building to the next
i drop the mateusz in the alley and make some running room
i run
the canine at my ankles
i wake up in handcuffs
losers way any way you put it
if it wasn't the dog or the fall
it was the concussion
it was just the fucking concussion
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