THE LAST HOSTILE
I am a problem for bringing savage back and it’s so matter of fact. Heart as black as the clouds throwing thunder and the court documents say it’s the U.S. of a versus me. Guess I’m a one man war party. But I’m not guna do what everyone thinks I’m guna do. All I wanna know is who’s coming with me. Therefore I laid out the strategy of the Chief. Warning though it’s something like heresy. Urban Heyoka better ask somebody. Then check yourself is it really? Project Mayham just because I can. Still singing this is my land and I remain untamed an unashamed. Knowledge is power so I spit game. But you might not be glad I came till I’m already gone. Coming soon my swan song. Until then find me crawling along through tall wet grass with bad bow and broken arrow, but I stay strong trying to hunt sustenance for the whole nation. Last of a dying breed, do you need any more explanation. Weakest links quit fakin. Taking it all back just to give it away, so what’s with the hate in your eye? Or am I just lost in another place and time. My crime is the blood in my veins is still a little too wild. He’s a madman your honor, belongs on the green mile. If that’s the case I reply with a smile, bury my heart at wounded knee as the last hostile.
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