Gangster

 I have two dogs. One came to me as a puppy, has never seen abuse. The other came as a very abused dog. She struggled, we all struggled, for years with the second.

I'd never owned a dog I hadn't raised since a pup. Who'd never seen true unkindness, even on my worst of days.

But this dog we aquired by means of Mike's soft heart, well if the shit ever hit the fan and we were under attack,

This abused dog would fight tooth and nail,

My sweet kind Dude whose never known injustice, at its core,

She'd stand under my feet and quiver.

They say there's no good in being harmed,

But I say, this is how they psychologically trick people into cults, into gangs,

They see people who've never seen the belly of the beast,

And know no harm,

And they take them, exploit their weakness (which is trust)

And they create a super soldier, one who'd die for their cause

So if its up to me, let's take in the hurt, the broken, the shattered souls,

Show them how to shoot and how to fight,

And together we're tooth and nail,

we'd all give our lives any day of the week

for that level of faith, that level of trust,

and if we do it unlike the pimps do,

if it's actually in good trust and good faith for the other, everyone but ourselves

but with ourselves in the fight, then we HAVE SOMETHING REAL.

So let's make something real, bring me your weary soul, bring me your heart

in need of healing, and in good faith, all I have left to give

is what I receive from helping you trust again.