days filled, with tha hobbies, he even got a Job n making moola baby, painter of the arts his mind wonders as he ponders different thoughts of different views an prospectives, alone most of his time living learning working building his inner temple of the peace and mind, he free roams among the crowds feeling dark and light vibes of different waves from other beings living life hes the surfer man riding waves that links us all to the spirit plain, creator give me strength to overcome the storm that's coming home, I'll fight alone on my own if they're alseep I'll stay awake for my peoples sake I'll go alone toe to teo with the beast night after night, I'll stand guard at the gates, ready to bleed Its my creed to honor those who fallen before me it's the warriors way of my people ride or die I go ride or die I go, yeah it's the warriors way