Checkmate

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© badprimer
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I ride my motorcycle down the roads of my mind.
Driving, leaning, thinking at the same time.
Simultaneously reflecting on past crimes
Stuck somewhere in between peace and war
Lotta shit happened leaving me wanting to even the score.

I see their faces in their cars as they pass by
Wondering who am I?
Am I the good the bad or the fall guy?
Some think I'm crazy but they ain't even heard my war cry.
Battle scared warrior training in weapons I'm a dead eye.
Shoot a hole through another hole hitting a horse fly.
Charging to the sound of the gunfire, bonzai.

I pray for peace but I'm prepared for war.
It's all I've trained for. Letting out a roar
as the blood pours. Set a charge and blown open
your front door with some c4 ,nothing but straight hardcore.

Chopping off their limbs with a lyrical claymore.

Some adore, some abhor.
But what they think doesn't really matter, therefore
I continue down the lonely path with Musashi as my mentor.
Swordman of my country, defender of the people peace corps.
I do it for free, cus in the afterlife is my reward.

The lord is with me, so whom shall I fear?
These hating ass cowards are behind by a light year.
My lifes of sacrifice I've had to let go of all I held dear.
Too many action movies you couldn't come near.
The level of power the lords given me is revered.

There is trained and un trained.
Mentally capable and incapably restrained.
Each day is spent buffin up my mind frame.
Learning something new, preparing for something I might have to go through.
I don't chase for comfort, I endure the tour.
Embracing the suck, hardening my resolve to assure
Victory over all the wicked secured
Even though my methods remain obscured
I keep it calm cool an collected, mature.
Lot stuff these dudes are talkin is straight manure.

Fertilize my lawn with it an sprout some flowers
That shits so potent it'll grow in some hours.
Silly ass clowns step to me an get devoured by this mental firepower.
That the Lord empowers. Stronger than any world power.
Get your ass in the shower, you stink like hate.
I'll leave your head clustered acting irate.
An put an end to your predetermined fate.
Checkmate. See you at the gate. Mate.