I was an American
Born and raised.
When the Sugar and Stamps Act came,
I, too, was enraged.
If you were to believe
That I was brutal, you'd be correct.
But I only fought people who dared to disrespect
Me.
Like those around me, I had American pride.
I was also obstinate and contentious,
But that was dignified!
I'll admit, my wrath came quick.
But that was only when that pride got nicked.
I fought alongside my brothers in the American Revolution.
As I should, I gave a great contribution.
In this time, I was the brother to the prodigal son.
I was the greatest general that ever led.
So imagine my hatred when 5 subordinates were promoted instead.
Before that, I was loyal to my American brothers.
I remember the wound to my left leg and I remember all of the others.
Soon after the leg, I was promoted.
But, due to still being beneath the five, I might as well have been demoted.
My commander in chief treated me like a castaway.
Sent to the city of brotherly love
Where they loved my money away.
Then I remarried to the daughter of a loyalist sympathizer,
Whose beliefs soon led me astray.
Back into poverty, I restarted my life of petty crime.
And when they pressed charges, I asked Washington to not give me time.
It was there I met my partner-in-crime, André.
If I was Judas, he was Lucifer.
When André was found to be a traitor, I knew I had to bail.
My ex commander-in-chief sent a man after me,
But it's true he failed.
I fled to Great Britain,
Where I wasn't exactly accepted.
But I was American and a traitor,
So I don't know what I expected.
Here's the story of the American Renegade.
A man who takes care in how he is portrayed.