Battle Cry, Samurai Champloo —

sharp like an edge of a samurai sword the mental blade cut through flesh and bone though my mind’s at peace, the world out of order missing the inner heat, life gets colder oh yes, I have to find my path no less, walk on earth, water, and fire the elements compose a magnum opus

my modus is operandi is amalgam steel packed tight in micro chip on my armor a sign of all-pro the ultimate reward is honor not awards at odds with the times in wars with no lords, a freelancer a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and tear dry wonder why a lone wolf don’t run with a klan only trust your instincts and be one with the plan

some days, some nights some live, some die in the way of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry

some days, some nights some live, some die in the name of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry (a battle cry)