The Moving Target That Shot Back
Hunting The WolverineI was never ever rescued
All the times when I was persued
Just because I never went with the flow
Just because I never bent my back low
They tried to break my back
The years have made me number
But I still remember the numbers
Those who set upon me
Those who sat upon me
They never had a good reason
But when they felt that it was the season
They always came
Thinking only of fun and game
I was their game
I always played along to pay them back
But there was no winning one on a pack
It was always hell in a cell
With no way out and no one there to help
When I bled I bled alone
Not sorry but weary and wretched to the bone
With pain and fury etched deep in the stone
I was told I needed medication
But I took a route of meditation
Because I needed no dictation
I still remember the 10 long years
Brought with so much blood and tears
What do you think I think about?
And now I am told I lacked management
But since when was I ever in an engagement?
I live only by my own statement
I have never regretted being who I am.
