CHOSEN FEW MC

CHOSEN FEW MC Many are called…..FEW are CHOSEN….. Black and Red until I am Dead We are Few, the proud, the many, forged by the riders before us to hold up tradition and keep riding steady. You break one link in the chain and you think we are done? But guess what, each link is followed and supported by another one! You will see us roaming the roads of los santos riding side by side, tearing up asphalt and leaving a trail of smoke, the only way to ride! As brothers, we do fight, and occasionally with each other, but then we crack open a few beers and then we remember. We are Chosen Few, proud, un-breaking, and strong. And there will be Chosen Few here long after we are gone. So ride with us and party with us on this run, because we Chosen Few really know how to have fun! I conclude this poem by saying are colors are Black and Red, and that is what I will be until I dead!