Black and Red until I’m Dead by Professor Blade
Black and Red until I am Dead
We started in black in white in 1959, long before MLK ever walked the line.
From black and white to red and black we moved, but our hearts never changed, we were still of that old school.
Yes we started in Los Angeles Cali grew through Pasadena, Bunker Hill, Hollywood, and the San Gabriel Valley. West Coast, East Coast, and beyond the U.S shores, you will find our patch shining and it will do forever more.
We are Few, the proud, the many, forged by our Father Lionel to hold up tradition and keep riding steady.
You break one link in the chain and you think we are done? But guess what, each link is followed and supported by another one!
You will see us roaming the roads riding side by side, tearing up asphalt and leaving a trail of smoke, the only way to ride!
As brothers, we do fight, and occasionally with each other, but then we crack open a few beers and then we remember. We are Chosen Few, proud, un-breaking, and strong. And there will be Chosen Few here long after we are gone.
So ride with us and party with us on this run, because we Chosen Few really know how to have fun!
I conclude this poem by saying are colors are Black and Red, and that is what I will be until I dead!
Professor Blade Chosen Few MC
Dedicated to my brothers past, present, and future, February 08 2016. Here yesterday, today, and we will be here tomorrow. Stay the course!