Wendigo
12/6/22
Let it snow
Worldwide not just in Mexico
No matter if it's one hundred or ten below
Always set to go
Ready to shred a foe
From head to toe
She thought she did but she would never know
Because the thought didn't ever rose
Still a mystery like the Wendigo
It's no fault in the genetic code
Losing my own mind
No it's not going fine
Always playing both sides
Yet behind closed doors
It's another story for those that want to know more
Remaining so poor
Very little if anything to show for
At that rate will not survive a snowstorm
Too often caught in crossfire
Still a lot of liars
All this B.S. makes me dog tired
From it all I lost desire
Still a lot of disrespect
On purpose I talk less
Staying on a trek
It doesn't matter if I overdrank and never got rest
Zero time for stopping even when I feel not the best
They think it's devilish or god sent
Always turning it into a contest
Or drawn out process
Still a ringing in my inner ear
It all isn't crystal clear
At times I had to step in and interfere
The navigator of the wheel I grip and steer
A sudden shift of gears
So that it became different here
I won't stand for people that cause others to live in fear
Already did what very few could
Heart, soul and spirit too good
From afar all these fools stood
Just like I knew you would
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