True American Pit Bull Terrier
look me in my eyes but dont show signs of fear
call me with a whistle thats how i know your here
walk me with conviction and hold your head up high
because for you and only you, you know that i will die
if you feed me when im hungry and rub my head and chest
i will protect you to the end with my last dieing breath
people call me vicious and say that im no good
but a heart of a true pit bull is something they never understood
i use to fight for you and you knew i never quit
i never understood why you threw me in that pit
its time for you to take a stand and speak in my stead
because a pit without its owner might as well be dead
loyalty to our owner was our only goal in mind
our stories told through history in books and over time
the "pit" is our domain where we matched in dirt and mudd
and whence the chain came of our necks our breed was forged in blood
when we crossed that line a cur you will not see
because a dog that turns its tail is dog that will not be
this was our way of life this was also our creed
without the game in us you have lost the entire breed
Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011
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