| sharp like an edge of a samurai sword the mental blade cut through flesh and bone though my mind's at peace, the world out of order missing the inner heat, life gets colder oh yes, I have to find my path no less, walk on earth, water, and fire the elements compose a magnum opus my modus is operandi is amalgam steel packed tight in microchip on my arm a sign of all-pro the ultimate reward is honor, not awards at odds with the times in wars with no lords a freelancer, a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a klan only trust your instincts and be one with the plan some days, some nights some live, some die in the way of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battlecry some days, some nights some live, some die in the way of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battlecry look, just the air around him an aura surrounding the heir apparent he might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty he to the people and land, loyalty we witness above all to hear this, sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness set sail to the sun set no second guessing far east style with the spirit of wild west the "quote-unquote" code stands the test of time for the chosen ones to find the best of noble minds that ever graced the face of a hemisphere with no fear, fly over the blue yonder where the sky meets the sea and eye meets no eye and boy meets world and became a man to serve the world to ... |
