“I'ma Be Yo Knight (In Shinin’ Arma)” A poem by Walt Freshness We pull into a dangerous part of town, I can tell that you fuckin’ scared of shit goin’ down, I got my Renaissance Fair gear sittin in the back, Move that chainmail shirt aside, and hand me that sack, I got a big ass sword in there, and I know how to use it, It’s a dangerous skill, so I don’t abuse it,  While you may know me by day as a simple cow farma, When it’s late, I'ma be yo knight in shinin’ arma. (photo via blakethesnake)

“I'ma Be Yo Knight (In Shinin’ Arma)”

A poem by Walt Freshness

We pull into a dangerous part of town,
I can tell that you fuckin’ scared of shit goin’ down,
I got my Renaissance Fair gear sittin in the back,
Move that chainmail shirt aside, and hand me that sack,
I got a big ass sword in there, and I know how to use it,
It’s a dangerous skill, so I don’t abuse it, 
While you may know me by day as a simple cow farma,
When it’s late, I'ma be yo knight in shinin’ arma.

(photo via blakethesnake)