Woken by another head splitting ache
Dead between the eyes and all the way through
I rise again, yet it seems only for rising’s sake
No more dragons to slay, or wild dreams to pursue
Eyes bloodshot and weary from their distorted view
Following another interminable nights toss and turn
I should be accustomed to it after all, it’s nothing new
Day after day, night after night, same old crash and burn
Another day, another dollar in debt and the well gets deeper
Hard to survive one more day on the unforgiving mean streets
Slave to the grind, yet I continue to be thy masters keeper
As adversity sees that this dark and hardened heart still beats
Comedy and tragedy hide behind a single mask these days
The moon shines bright as if to mock the suns power
Imitation is a weak defense against Sol’s sovereign rays
Yet the hand of uprising will inevitably strike a new hour
What is to become of this wars seemingly broken soldier?
I tell you not to spend another second of needless worry for me
For I have the wisdom of ages alongside this chip on my shoulder
My vengeance will be lightning quick and crystal clear for all to see
“Fight the good fight” is a very questionable concept indeed
When, in the end, fighting dirty is the only way to win
“Some days you are the hammer, and some the nail” ; agreed
So call me transgressor if my warfare of self defense is a sin
Yes, I have been both the Hammer and the Nail
Enough to know that the hammer only wins if swung
For my aggressors I have one message that will prevail
And for them then, Hells Bells shall be loudly rung
I am most certainly the Hammer
And I always come out swinging
JMC813 