We be three, internationally, wedded six, the tribes betwixed and bred into a new relief a belief in stead fast. Humans all, attesting to humanity, aware of the profane, seeing it with disdain, may be a war but I'm not one to complain, why drain my resources on poor coarse rubbish when I can use it for traction and find the summit of satisfaction. My actions dictated by being elated with each day that passes with out brash shit tarnishing my brasses, a basis for abrasives dulled by my knowledge that time wears the mountains down till its plains to see. Across the city or across the sea, we brothers be.