Part of the Code Do you know how it feels to be 300 deep, When you can feel the rumble beneath your feet, One unit one entity on a concrete sea, Getting lost in the smell of octane and being free, From city streets to the backwoods we roam, Painted steel and a glimmer of chrome, We ride like hell true and strong, Brothers in spirit that runs deeper then blood... With a twist of the wrist its balls to the wall, Side by side front to back its how we roll, Like thunder that shakes and rattles your bones, A steady thump screams from our souls, Every one different with a common goal, Modern day gypsies of the wide open road, Bound by common beliefs of a simple code, When the gods made us they broke the molds... On the road your never really alone, Theres strength in numbers we may not know, True bikers of the road know the code, While riders will pass, they come and go, And true brothers they already know, They wont leave you stranded and broke down, Its an obligation that goes with the road, 300 deep is a feeling we have because were not alone... Chief 6/9/03
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 02:28:57 +0000
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