Blackie Lawless
Active member
- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
Son of a Kavala whore, born and raised in a drug fueled environment. With no father and a abusive mother I turned to a life of crime and violence. I began My escapade of crime at age 8, boosting cars and trucks. I quickly made my way into the drug trade. My ambition was growing... I started off farming weed and had a run in with the cops and a man trying to rob me for everything I had. I managed to escape and the thief went down for my crimes, I realized then maybe it wasn't worth doing the hard labor out in the fields just for another persons gain. I turned to armed robbery, but not against the poor basters of Kavala, I wanted to target the cartel drug runners. I would check the fields, and if they were busy id race to the gang warehouses where I knew they would be shortly to process their goods for the market. Waiting for just the right moment to strike. Taking their payload in their own vehicles. For me, it wasn't so much about the money, as I got off on the thrill of a gunfight. A wild child, born but not raised.
I named myself Blackie lawless, after my idol, living by his words...
A tattooed madman, I'm hell on wheels
Born a wicked child left alone in the fields
My father was the wind, my mother was fire
Raised by the wolves and I grew up wild
A kamikaze man, a hollering 'Banzai'
Never crash and burn, never gonna die
ya cannibal it's me, ya scream and shout
I'll chew ya up and spit ya out
Storms i gotcha comin and its gonna be me.
Here comes Trouble with a capital "T"
