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UNTITLED By SOREZ
I cut the fucker And he bled But he kept on coming So I cut him again Would not drop The lead pipe in his hand So I stuck the fucker And he fell down dead
(Another Published By Outlaw Mag Circa 1985) Prospective and Untitled -Both Above-
*FUCKIN' CAGERS* A Collaboration By Sorez and Ranger Published in Outlaw Biker Circa 1985
Stepped on and spit upon By society Then they wonder why They question themselves As They look at us In their struggle to survive They run us down in cages Don't even blink an eye
We are the way of life That will not fall and die A lifestyle so enriching A life that must always strive We the two wheel pilots Will have to come together as one If one day we are to stop That two and a half ton gun
*Collaboration between Ranger and Sorez the Scribe* (circa 1985) PUBLISHED OUTLAW BIKER Magazine ONE IN ONE OUT
EDITORS NOTE~ Ranger Named Me, Sorez From the inside Out. Think I was 20 at the time. Ranger was facing life, no parole HA. For done deeds done. Hope Ranger is still out there somewhere. To realize how far I've come into being Sorez the Scribe. He should Know how he done me righteous to kickstart my Biker Poetry Career.
Sum Citizens Kare ~Scribed BY Sorez~
Some of 'em do We can't do what Has been done to us Can't just write 'em off And judge their book By our cover Some citizens care I have seen it Here for myself In this Place And citizens have Seen us out there Riding benefits Standing tall Showing our concern For others Judge Not others Books covered
Cut Throat by Sorez the Scribe
The smell of death In the air Rotting corpse Just a few Hours old Maggots lounge At the bar Laughing about The alley way Buzzing behind Another rat Passed beyond Necktied slit Kut and tied
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