OUTLAW POETRY

Outlaw Life

Outlaws.
when its truly you
Ladies cant help but Love you
Cops cant wait to club you


Our Trades range and vary
Sometimes our names are scary
Brushes with the Law and Death

Are sometimes Hairy


Solid ones have Codes:
No women, Children,
or those Who are old.


Only they deserve "Odes"
Where or not they've been caught
Many will never be forgot


Nightfall brings a New day
Smugglers, Pushers, Crooks,
Professional Drivers for the Get-a-way
Outlaws make ways to get paid,


You gotta Laugh to Keep from Crying
So the saying goes...
Keep your friends Close
And your Enemies...Closer


You Never Know who is Cashin'
In on your Wanted Poster


I've written plenty to give

Outlaws some glory.....


But here's the real story...


About being so high your
Just chasn' your tail..
Almost relieved to be jail


Before the Judge's Gavel falls
Your Sentence is called.


Years gone by..
Only those who
Love You stand by


It is loud as Hell in your
Tiny Cell


You gotta be Strong
Cause the days are Long
And the Nights are Cold
Without that Special Lady to Hold


Prison, where lies are told
Lives are sold

Handshakes mean nothing


Rapists, Killers, Crooks, Dealers
In the Old School we came in as "Torpedos"
"Bookin" when the Cops aint Looking.
(stabbing)
That's Real Life and Death Behind Bars.


Ive got countless scars and
Stories to tell about where
True Outlaws Dwell


One of two Places
Some claim they're one
And the Same.
To Leave the Mindstate is our escape.


Spendin' Half yer life on the Needle
or in the Pen


Where you see Things
you woudn't Believe...
Chaos, 'Cuz Outlaws
Wear their Hearts On their Sleeeve.


You Bond with those of the same Creed
and Understanding
It makes the Routine Less Demanding


Encounters with those from
Another Pack..
Brief and Professional words
Pertaining only to Business at Hand.


Respect for fellow man at all costs
Or it is Chaos and Possibly War.


Standing on the outside looking in..
Its Nonsense and Petty.
But inside Solders are always Ready


Knots in your Neck and Gut are
Constant and are As
Hard as the Walls around You


Im sick of Living this way
and that's the Truth


Trying to Reform is Like
Pulling a Tooth...(putting it lightly)
But you could have All my teeth
To guarentee...........