Dying Breed

It'll be the days at Krav    
it'll be you reckless fucks    
that I'll miss the most.    
But god damn,    
we'll end it with a bang.    
What I'm doing now,    
is something I've wanted    
for a long time.    
 
It'll take me far,    
far from home.  
And it'll push me  
to the fucking limit.    
But who comes back home,    
isn't who left in the first place.    
   
You raised me,    
more than my own blood    
and you've always been there    
to drive your fist into my face.    
I wouldn't  
have it any other way.  
 
It's truly  
a dying breed
that clasps hands  
in friendship.
After  
smashing each other bloody.