The Gentleman Carries Fire

I wear my scars like a tailored suit, My sins polished sharp as a blackened boot. I walk through shadows with a steady stride, A gentleman don’t run, he don’t hide.

The gentleman carries fire, In his hand, in his breath, in his eyes. He don’t bow, he don’t tire, He just burns ‘til the night runs dry.

Whiskey’s my gospel, steel’s my prayer, I shake hands with devils, I don’t care. The smoke don’t judge, the dark conspires, A gentleman walks with quiet fire.

The gentleman carries fire, It lights his scars, it fuels his pride. No saint can call him higher, He burns with truth inside.

A man is measured by what he keeps, By the vows he breaks, by the nights he bleeds. I won’t fade, I won’t expire, I’ll die with smoke — a gentleman with fire.

The gentleman carries fire, His shadow writes the law. When the world turns cold and quiet, He burns, he stands, in awe.

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