I ride to die when pain takes over
becomes so great I can not focus
throw up my cut back on my fastest horse
BlackCrow star gazer loves to fly
Lock up my dogs nothing I love goes
pack my thirty eight if we go down
he will break his legs
fifty fifty we will I will take him out
If I can.
bridle with chain bit best to meet the angels with
give him his head and we break before we are out the gate
run Crow run set me free he is wild just like me
jumping logs scraping trees out to the hills up to the fields
and mountains we run wild not looking down singing out
my grandmothers primal Indian call run run pound the ground faster never letting up crow is made for this he will run until he goes down that is foundation blood....I will ride until I die








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