Learned to deal with thieves,
From my father.
Standing in the dark for hours,
Waiting for them to come back.
Baseball bat in hand.
Later,
Tracked down the quads.
Threatened for the keys.
One does not fight,
Unless for honor.
Survival.
Making right.
Get up,
Kid.
Get up.
Friends with bikers,
Stolen items’d show back up.
Gun shy.
Hard knuckle tactics.
Lettering of the fists.
Seen the worst,
Of humanity.
Bowed to Logger Gurus,
Who built literal roads.
Walked addiction,
Witnessed sin.
Refuse to give up my pride.
Only just got it back.
Get up.
Refuse To Give Up My Pride.
