Last year, during the nascent stages of our glorious revolution, the Racing Union's Supreme Council for Propagation of Message and Truth sent out a request to our citizenry for a stirring patriotic anthem befitting our quest for all that is right and true on two wheels. An anonymous sympathizer sent us a particularly gusto-filled little number set to the tune of the traditional Welsh anthem "Men of Harlech." For further reference, and a moving ode, please peruse the following link: http://www.racingunion.org/PermaLink,guid,638193ef-c7be-43e0-b47c-ccf9f55d0218.aspx
However, today we received another inspiring anthem from our own Comrade Kevin (who's been tearing it up at Greenbelt lately), clearly aimed at our younger compatriots throughout the Union heartland (aka "The Fruit of the Union"). As an expression of our deepest gratitude to a comrade who has clearly been reading his manifesto, an extra ration of potatoes has been reserved for young Kevin at the Plaza de la Revolucion. Just what the hell am I talking about, you ask? Well, Kevin wrote a song about it, and even though our humble compatriot may not want it posted (heh-heh...), here it goes:
You frontin the union?
Slow yo roll you ain't got that
We fed yo communion,
Don't act like you all phat.
East side or west side, you know we roll hard,
Forget all thorps corps, that shit should be barred
You with us or against, don't fuck wit' tha vanguard.
Ya'll actin like bitches, sponsor's little whore,
Watch your step or you'll be right out the front door.
Rollin on the win, hear the Union Da!
All you others just droppin a jaw,
Where they come from, ain't never saw.
Raise yo glass to the Union, a resounding Huzzah!
Well, there you have it, dear friends. I hope that this little ditty has brought a tear to your eyes as it has to mine. To borrow some immortal words from none other than the illustrious Flavor Flav himself, I would like to say: "yeeeeeeahhhhh, boooooyyyyyyeeeee!." In my own words, I say: Da, Union, Da!
- - - josh