Live...Embers & Loyalty" Rap Ode to the Wild.....

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Live...Embers & Loyalty" Rap Ode to the Wild.....

My German Shepherd symbolizes unshakable allegiance, contrasting urban and wild "toughness."

One matchstick flicker 'neath the pines, the smoke weaves through the tales I tell in the night,
My German Shepherd’s gaze is steel, she sees the demons only warriors know.
The fire’s a witness to my sins, the forest hums a lullaby of scars,
She don’t bark at ghosts—she lets the embers preach what the streets once taught me: “Brawl”

The crickets chant like a block’s last day, the hills echo with a reaper’s grin,
We’re two survivors, one with fur, the other’s soul’s been buried twice.
No gangstas here to judge the weight of a pack, just the moon’s cold glare,
But this dog’ll rip a man's throat out if the wind brings a stranger’s trace near.

She's the only kin left who knows my name, not the one I made or the one I sold,
The campfire carves my sins in ash where the angels won’t dare to scold.
We’ve walked through hell’s backdoor, both wearin’ wounds that won’t surrender,
She don’t beg, don’t steal—I see me in her eyes, a silent army, “Remember!”

The world’s a cage of concrete lies, but out here, the stars are free,
She taught me wilderness ain’t a place—it’s the fire in your bones to be.
No crown, no throne, just a dog’s respect and the burn of the pine’s perfume,
This is where the real kings rest: broke, but rich in the scars they achieve.

They said, “Shake the dirt, go back to the grind where the blood buys dread!”
But her fur coat’s warmer than the gold I ever pried from the dead.
The city’s a beast with a thousand teeth—I was chewin’ just to live.
But my dog don’t need a badge or a flock to guard what the weak won’t give.

Yo, I’m no saint, I’m the man who sold his soul to a gangsta’s code,
But tonight, the fire’s my chapel, and the ashes are my road.
She don’t ask, “Why you cracked? Why you fell?”—she just licks the salt and waits.
In this wild, I’m not a monster, just a man… and a dog who loves to bark.

We’ve slept where the coyotes howl like sirens, danced in the rain’s fists,
She's the sister who never flinched when the thunder struck the camp’s crest.
The world tried to brand me, lock me in a pen, but the wolf in my chest—
Is howlin’ at the moon, “You ain’t dead, your just blessed!”

No GPS can trace this road, no grid can trap a heart that roams,
She's the north star in my shadow, the compass when I’m gone.
They say, “Gangsta? You ain’t nothin’ but a hound with no pack!”
But I’ma let this dog bite ‘til the whole damn world learns my name.
Camping’s not a hustle, it’s a state of mind—the fire’s your crown.
With a German Shepherd’s loyalty, I’m king of the broken down.

So light the match, let the smoke rise like a prayer to the void,
One man, one dog, and the dark—we don’t beg, we don’t toil.
The wilderness is a mirror, reflects what the city won’t,
A gangsta’s truth: You don’t conquer the wild… you just learn how to trust.

The fire dies, but the coals remember the memories we made,
She rests her head in my lap—no words, just a pact we’ve made.
From the ashes of the streets to the pines, I found my creed.
A gangsta’s peace ain’t in the gun—it’s the love between a man and his dog… at the edge of the wild, where the brave dare to be free.