Drake. A word I take ownership over.
It is me and all that retains to me.
Clever and clear confidence.
Cocky and explosive.
The traits that reside deep into my family tree.
we stand together. No matter what its drake over everyone else.
Nothing comes close. We thrive together. We cry together.
Our hearts beat as one. We are the same.
We are thick blood. Water just tends to run off the top.
No amount of time or misfortunes we endure will asphyxiate our bond.
What it means to be me. Defined by my family. as broken as we.
We stand by and guide each other. to the end. as if we know it will come.
Burdens and disaster crumble around our feet.
Yet we don't flinch for we have the comfort of each other.
I will come back home after all the horror I must conquer in my dreams.
Pick up the family. Take no casualties. I am the leader of my blood pact.
One mission: keep the family intact.
I revisited this today. Found my comfort.
washed away the water that drenched my current life.
Replaced it with the tears and blood of my ancestors.
I wear it as war paint to conquer these dreams.
I will ride fierce into the unknown and claim what will one day be ours.
Its a mark. a tattoo I relish and refresh my ambitions
and stay on target for what will one day start to unravel and work its way out.