Friction
My Center is my guitar
Pain in my hand my avatar
Who we are
Pry open my fingers,
arthritis worth the candy jar
Ringing in ears from hours
from years
Train the hand the arm the ears
Hours of love, callused finger tips
Repeat, repeat ‘til clear riffs
Heavy Metal has meaning, lifestyle the top
Only one other genre like this, called Hip Hop
Understand the music is our Soul out there
Banded together for life it destroys despair
Black our color for that is reality
Reality is objective, disregards subjective
Subjective world destroys Mankind
Mankind required to use it’s MIND
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