E-Town Concrete

They say that which has been brought into the darkness now come into the light.

Step into the light.

I've had my dreams slip out from beneath my nose in a world so cold my heart was frozen.

Journey beyond the pure white snow and emerge from the winter of my discontent.

I won't consent to less than 110 percent.

I will lick my wounds, I will not scrape or bow to you.

Hold onto my hand, walk with me from your demise. I won't retreat, I won't be made weak by the thoughts in my feet.

I will walk till I bleed, dying from fatigue and beyond if need be.

But believe me, you won't defeat me.

That's a promise I keep until they drop me six feet deep, motherfucker.

Be on the prowl.