 Biker Poems/Writing |
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You know we're out there
You know we run with people that have
Our Colors are different, we know that its true
Whenever we do wrong....
But do the right thing
Our children are fed
To the business man, you dont see us much,
We're the Dope peddler, the tough guy, the man in the street
We do toy runs for Christmas
Its all in how we take special care of our pride
Theres something special about our love for a Brother
Our lifestyle is different in many ways
The media portrays us as no good fools
Theres a multitude of problems living life as we do.....
Most think we're outcast but I know you
My friend lost his life trying to be cool
He wore long hair and loved his life
He had two children who loved him more than you'll know
Theres one of them Biker's.......it's not a loss
He loved his family and they loved him
You know we're out there
So even if you dont understand us
Stop at STOP LIGHTS
You know we ride bikes
Bikes with loud pipes
But our Colors are real
Their Red White and Blue
No One forgets
and you seem to forget
Our bills are paid
But ride a bike and our freedom gets waylaid
But the newspapers tell of another story of us
But ask a family who's reaped the benefits of our feats
and take kids for rides
We're a special kind of person, who grows long hair
We take real life chances, wherever we dare
One not like one you'll ever find for another
Some see us as filth, others strays
We live life as it comes, not by the rules
Some of our friends believe your lies too
You think we have no-one but thats not true
He rode a motorcycle, to be different from you
He went to school of hard knocks to pay for his bike
and he loved his wife more than it showed
He wasnt the kind of man you'd look up to as Boss
and its sad to say we'll never see him agin'
You know we ride bikes
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