Alone In The Dark

Another sleepless night
Into the darkness I still stare
For the intolerance and hate
Alone I can not bear

Four hundred treaties broken
The history of my fellow man
The ignorance and oppression
Much more than I can stand

In the center of the ring
Awaiting my next stand
Bare knuckled and ready to win
Against the next who thinks they can

For I fight my battles lonely
With familiar support that lacks
Tribal brothers and sisters
Seem the ones that have my back

An activist born of injustice
In the footsteps of Dr. King
I find myself alone again
In the center of the ring

One-Hundred Twenty fights
Only twelve I have ever lost
Bare knuckles raw and bloodied
Continue to pay the cost

This life I live in turmoil
No one can understand
I fight my battles alone
With dignity I stand

Hardcore my chosen lifestyle
Integrity remains intact
A circle of tribal instinct
That will always remain a fact

My tribe, my crew, my people
Supportive they always be
Keeping the push forward
For a life where we’re all free

The promised land awaits
For those ready to fight
Those who lay in wait
Forever remain out of sight

As the dawn approaches
And a new day inevitably near
The turmoil continues on
There is nothing in life I fear

The horrors must be witnessed
And empathy assured
I can only be the solution
Standing strong as if I’m the cure

A leader I was born to be
With tribal strength so stark
My brothers and sisters light the way
As I sit, alone in the dark