I was born to be an outlaw. No not an outlaw-biker, but a true revolutionary outlaw, guns blazing towards the corrupt governments, horse riding into the dark desert skies, black cowboy hat tilted to the side, chewing bubble gum, cigarette and whiskey filled nights, thunder lighting burns the trails I've traveled with my horse, my horse is an outlaw too, free as a hawk in the night sky' searching for our next meal we go from town to town.

I'm saddened now I am a modern slave, but someday I'll set my soul on fire, whistle for my horse to come, make a change and destroy those pesky corrupted snakes, they won't imprison my mind again.