Joe Wonderland

this is music to our ears a country not born to live in the shadows but to light up the universe

a plan’s just a start real power’s keepin your head straight when life moves first ain’t about perfect steps it’s about not freezin when the board flips on ya

good friday the grind didn’t break me now the fire in my chest’s burnin for open roads muddy boots loud skies and somethin wild callin my name

when i was a kid i thought real men wore bandanas and never backed down hogan wasn’t just a hero he was a roar in my chest today we lost him but deep down i still hear that voice whatcha gonna do brother and i ain’t done fighting

good thursday on this thirsty thursday i hope you’re parched for truth for grit for the kind of freedom that don’t come easy

do you think obama’s russia hoax was real and now they’re tossin epstein dirt at trump to keep the heat off themselves or is trump just throwin smoke to dodge what’s comin?

good wednesday two hearts ain’t always beatin the same but out here, in the dirt and silence, mine learned to ride beside his anyway

good tuesday it’s taco tuesday skip one today n’ you’ll trigger the ancient july curse: growin a silky back-huggin mane that drags thru dirt like a royal damn tail eat up or pony up

when you hit the road where do you stash your friend 🔫 dashboard or glovebox?

good monday coffee’s hot, blood’s hotter feel like i could headbutt a damn bull and win week just started and i already claimed the hill

When life swings hard n’ ya lose a loved one in the damn storm, do ya drop n’ let the light crack ya wide to heal, or saddle up n’ chase the legacy that don’t rust away?

good sunday some ride to escape some ride to remember i ride to find what don’t rust or rot something holy hid deep in the bones of this world been searchin ever since i knew how to pray

i drag that weight up the hill to feel the burn that proves i ain’t dead inside and when the sky splits and bleeds over the ridge i cry for every soul still breathin with a heart too heavy to speak

good saturday it’s caturday coffee’s hot, soul’s still today we ride into the unknown not to escape life but to let it begin