Hard

Hard

Hard is the way of the Bushido
Streamlined and simple like a torpedo

Everyday impacts healed by stimpacs
Counteract fear through training clear
Everyday thoughts not sold or bought
Only worth face value wrought
Not naughty things as bling and diamond rings
Self composure sings the code
Autopilot mode of knowing morality
Making it a reality, instead of only faced at death
Know it with every breath, flow it with every sigh
At any second you could die, would you try to deny
Should you ask a dog on the run, or the god of the sun

If you are Bushido, hard is the way
Though, not if you live it every single day

Be prepared to lose individuality, change your personality
Rouge your cheeks like miss congeniality
Nabeshima more brutality than a FEMA baccarat gamble
And that’s just the preamble of Hagakure, no need to worry
Blade flurries ancient patient attacks, guns are now facts
Lax laws more dangerous than bear claws
No applause please, just give me your keys
And you don’t need these clothes, just freeze
Greed grows up like trees

Bushido is the way of moderation
Ignorance is the way of starvation