spirits born the streets
a spirit of creation born from chaos of humans of machines dancing to death night and morn' some laws applied some not riding the seasons casting small spells weaving short tales with kindred spirits sowing seeds meeting needs rolling together over community's fertile ground our mass bodies and bikes safe and unsafe we must act direct to direct our fates we do what we like and we won't stop the future is ours ride till you drop so come roll with me safe as you see fit in this year two zero one three