In the Mix

Man fools I don't know about you but the call of the streets is like something primal deep inside me.  Like the Viking hearing a horn and and know they are going to fuck some shit up.  These Mother Fuckers were excited about this shit.  The danger, the mayhem, and carnage, death everywhere.  Because it made them feel alive they lived for this and moments like this.  You didn't read about Magnus Sheepfucker the sheep rancher in history class.  No you heard about Leif Ericson and his Dad Eric the Red those mother fuckers knew about living.

For men in our current age rushing off to raid isn't an option anymore.  Though there are those among you men like myself that still feel that pull to go-a-viking.  Meaning to roll out in a big ass long ship with a bad ass dragon head on it's prow with all your homies and sail off to some foreign place and take everything and slay all that stood in our way.  Mankind is wired for this but it doesn't fit into our neutered polite society run by balless effeminate sissies.  When did it change from the mighty having power and weak got trampled?

Men like me found our adventure in the streets between bullets whizzing by evading the search lights the soundtrack to our existence was sirens and gunfire.  Might made right and our was everywhere people were just holding it for us because the world belonged to us.  It is a struggle to not heed the call.  Falling in line with the sheeple goes against our every fiber.  Taking orders from a man not fit to lick the dust from our boots.  We find ourselves in prison or living off-grid somewhere or on the run from authorities.  Or living miserable life's dulling our pain with dope and booze.  We have to blaze our own path with others like ourselves and carve out a place of our own because no one will give to us they will only give us prison.  We don't need to ask permission either because it's already our to take it always was.