dreamed i found a dirt bike while living through a war i dreamed it started right on up with one kick and a roar the engine sounded so damn real as it echoed off the walls of every bombed out dying building as i tore off down the road dreamed i could dodge bullets as they sung right past my head swerved and leaned into the turns of the city s skeleton i could hear the sniper s cursing over the buzz of the engine as they frantically reloaded before i disappeared on them i dreamed the city swarmed with soldiers aiming for my head marching in from all four corners slowly closing in generals shout they orders to the infantries of men as the choppers spun their rotors break their bonds with burning sands and all the while my throttle wild i ripped through shelled out streets calling out to all around olly oxen free my mama proud cause my dust clouds were like a crown on me it s coronation day i m king up in these streets and no bullets or no barbed wire tear gas or no cross fire bayonets or no land mines snipers nests or no drone pilots ever catch me blindsided slow me down or pop tires i pop wheelies till they caught feelings laughing while they lead flying the dead eyedest i sped by em stealth pilots went to bed cryin rpgs left in the breeze as my ccs are red lining damn right man i just twist my wrist and laugh waiting till they get so pissed they throw they kitchen sinks and baths and this is just the half i can t even find the words how alive i finally felt in the apex of a curve pressing so damn low my knee was dragging in the dirt i could feel the evening heat radiating from the earth the engine between my knees pushed far beyond its worth was humming like a b string plucked upon a harp for a moment everything felt perfect on this earth i could feel my racing heart beat its final little 