(Yes, I'm back now...)
(Yes, I'm back now...)
Back as a writer...
...not as a fighter...
(not as a fighter)

I read this piece
just the other night
poster was a "newbie"
who came from the Right
The words were strident
measured to incite
as my face turned red
and I felt my jaw
getting tighter...
my knuckles whiter

Yes, I was quite miffed
when I walked that day
but I knew inside
I couldn't stay away
The words within me
they desire to roam
I must let them loose
or they'll keep me up
the whole night, sir...
they still inspire

(I've come back now...)
(back now...)
Not as a fighter...
nor a backbiter...
(not my desire...)

(Instrumental break)

Yes, her words enraged me
I threw back a few
soon it was quite clear
I could not get thru
Her mind is made up
it cannot be changed
here I'll watch my words
'cause right now I don't
want to slight her...
ignite her ire

Yes, I did consider
leaving "Amiright"
But the sad truth is
that I have to write
those jillion words that
float around my brain
must be exercised
with a purpose
or they'll expire...
use is required...

So I'm back now..
laid back now...wow
back as a writer

{the following lines go out to the Fade}

stay relaxed now
makes me feel lighter

rather laugh loud
and be polite-er

makes my mood foul
I get too hyper

let the bear growl
do not incite, sir

leave behind strife
there's more to life, sure

{Fade}