Began it did, in Grade five, my Dad in handcuffs, on weekend visits I'd make him paper Valentines
I was four when he almost died, a heart attack, left my mother and I on welfare and side lined
A behaviour problem I was in school, behaviour a symptom of something "not right" with you
A youth gang I joined, and soon I led, brought up on charges from the police I fled
Thrown in jail, for juvi time, dropped out of school, a thick police file
Went back to school at 18, left the steets, I began to gleam... I learned to dream...
University and four degrees, volunteered at CNCC, a maximum security, penitentiary
I worked with folks serving time, who shared my past, our lives crossed timelines
Worked my way through school by myself, a new life I carved and new found wealth
Like my dad, a heart attack, I was 38, my son was 4, my daughter on the way, not here yet
Massive heart surgery, I survived this too, reaper came took some years, my soul he did not exhume
at 40 I bought my zx 14, a survivor of life, I promised to live my dreams
Close friends I have, one I laid to rest, at 37 in the casket, I kissed his head
Carry him in my hands to the burial ground, a quest for solace I did not find
My dad passed, my mom got sick, I the only son, of a war zone mess
So here I am, raising two kids, a loving wife, my zx a release, a toning a splendid life
My friend from the coffin said to me, live life to the fullest, do not follow me
and so I met a down right crew, brothers to ride with, hang and brewed
When alone I burn 3 km rides, alone I set this magnus flight
I respect my crew, and keep the pace, within the formation I know my place
I hope people know, I love this ride, the boys I ride with and in whom I confide,
A bulldog hug, to my all crew, that have revitalized my love of my life, like 2 live crew
Don't hate on me, cause I like to burn, hang off corners, scorch the turns
I bought the bike, insured had it plated, I ride how I ride, I don't want to be hated
I don't criticize those who posture and gesticulate, talk bulshit, arrive behind, or late
I am cool with you, you're monies well spent, keeps Kawi in business and provides the rent
But with the same respect and courtesy, don't playa hate behind my back or talk down to me
eye ball to eyeball, bring your thoughts , know I am a soul brother, with a big heart
Let there be no, allusive deceit, like Tupac Sukar, I am the rose that grew from concrete
Just understand we all love this bike, in each other we bond, and in each other we delight
Judge not the heart, of a man that loves, embraces big, and makes a mark,
all I want is brotherhood, camaraderie - as we ride together, we all feel good & free
I like to rip, and tear the strip, set the scene and cripple misfits,
But at the same time, I can adopt a line, ride along, as we stretch for miles...
Judge not me, for my veracious posts, I think honour and loyalty are not scapegoats
It's true I like to stretch the ceiling, Chuck Yeager and C blast know this feeling
I'm a better Dad, and professional, for riding to the limit, and offering up my soul
I love this bike, and it's up to me, ride I will with torrential glee
I pursue the ride, like crafting art, learning it's capabilities, setting all other litre bikes far apart
To my crew, I want you to know, I love you all, and got mad rez for you bros
* Last updated by: Wolfman on 7/28/2013 @ 8:54 AM *
Nicely written. Very respectable, I even share some of the same feelings. Lost my father young as well. 
