By Lawless — the rat who doesn’t do quiet, nor abides to the norm! 

Let’s get one thing straight before you even start reading, I wasn’t built to behave. I was born with a snarl in my soul, grease on my hands, and a heart that beats to distortion pedals, wheels,  and a whole lot of bad decisions. I’m not here to tell you how to find balance or inner peace. I’m here to tell you how to raise hell, and do it the right way.

Because somewhere between the fluorescent cubicles, the fake smiles, and the filtered perfection, people forgot how to live loud. They forgot how to burn for something. So if you’re still breathing, it’s time to make it count. The time is now! 

This is the art of raising hell , One Bad Maa and Bad Breed style.

🔥 Lesson 1: Make Noise or Be Forgotten

You think anyone remembers the ones who played it safe? The quiet ones fade into the static, they might as well be that piece of trash flying away in the wind that no one cares to think twice about. The loud ones? They echo louder than when thunder and lightenig strike.

Raising hell doesn’t mean destroying everything around you, actually destroy nothing, because it means refusing to disappear. It means owning every scar, every screw-up, every fight you walked away from with a smirk instead of shame. Taking those battle wounds of everything, wrong doings and all and making them patches, something to always wear and remind you where you come from, and exactly why silence isn’t an option. 

When I roll through the city, jacket half zipped covered in patches, cigarette smoke curling up around my fangs and long nose, I’m not trying to fit in. I’m trying to wake people up.

Noise is rebellion. It’s resistance. It’s freedom. Whether it’s the roar of a Harley, the rumble of roller skate wheels, the blaring of your favorite tune, the scratch of a pen, or the click of your mouse launching your next idea the point is to be heard.

⚙️ Lesson 2: Get Your Hands Dirty

You don’t raise hell from a distance either. You do it up close, knuckles first, and wherever necessary. Just bring yourself to every occasion. 

Building a life worth living takes work,  not the kind you clock in for, but the kind that stains your fingers, or even your brain,  and it keeps you up at night.

When I started working with The Realm of Chaos : Home of The Bad Breed Maa’s Crew; Rebel Toad, Vex, Rage, we didn’t have a map to guide us. All we had was  a cracked desert road and a handful of dreams nobody else believed in. We built this from grease, sweat, and caffeine-fueled delusion, and a lot of long nights filled with chaos. 

And you know what? That’s how it’s supposed to be.

Raising hell means chasing something real, something that fights back. Whether it’s your art, your hustle, your own damn self , get close enough to feel it burn.

🏁 Lesson 3: Break the Rules, Not Yourself

I’ve seen too many rebels self-destruct because they thought chaos meant destruction. It doesn’t mean that at all! 

True rebellion is directional chaos, controlled burns that clear space for something way better than what was there before. It’s knowing when to hit the gas and when to brake before you crash through your own damn wall, harder than all the times before! Because you’re going to crash it’s just to the matter of when! 

Don’t let the world trick you into thinking you need permission to start something, to change something, or to be someone new. You don’t. Yeah their opinions mean shit! 

Rules are guidelines for people who don’t trust themselves. You? You’re different. You know your fire. You know how to steer. Don’t live by the rules, make the rules, and bend them! 

So when they tell you to slow down, remember: you built the engine by hand. You know exactly what it can take, and what it is made of.

🛠 Lesson 4: Build Your Own Pack

You can raise a little hell alone, sure. But the real art happens when you’ve got a crew, because then you have just 10x’s  yourself.

Rebel Toad leads like a storm, she’s extremely loud, loyal, unshakable. Rage? She’s my mirror with a fuse. And Vex,  she’s the monster you call when you need chaos turned into art.

We didn’t find each other by accident. We found each other in the wreckage. Same scars, different stories, one mission , build something that lasts longer than fear, that will leave an impact beyond our lifetime.

So find your people, your crew. Not the ones who just nod along, that’s not good, actually annoying. But, the ones who challenge you, match your madness, and light your cigarette when you’re out of fire. That’s your real family.

💀 Lesson 5: Burn Bright, Not Out

There’s a difference between burning out and burning bright.

Burning out is chasing every high until you’re hollow. Burning bright is channeling the same fire with purpose.

I learned that the hard way , the nights I lost track of who I was between the noise, the rides, the smoke. But then I’d hear Rebel say it again: “Live Life Lawlessly. Conquer Everything!”

It’s not about chaos for chaos’s sake. It’s about pushing yourself past fear and finding peace in your own brand of madness.

If you want to raise hell forever, learn to refuel. Step back, breathe, fix your damn spark plugs, do an oil change, and then get back on the road.

💋 Lesson 6: Leave Your Mark

You ever drive through a desert and see a trail of black tire marks curling across the sand? That’s what I want my life to look like , proof I was here.

Don’t live quiet. Don’t fade soft. Leave scratches, stains, songs, and tons of stories.

Every photo, every post, every late-night sketch, it all adds up to a legacy. Whether it’s a blog, a shop, or a revolution, make it yours. Or, just being single handedly that strategically planned the creating the of Chaos, and then bring along your crew! 

And if someone ever tries to tell you you’re too much, smile, show those big teeth, and remind them you were never meant to be small. Even if you are just a rat! 

⚡ The Lawless Code

If you’ve made it this far, congratulations,  you’ve already got more grit than most. But before you go, remember this code. We live by it. We bleed by it.

    •    Make noise.

    •    Get dirty.

    •    Break rules, not yourself.

    •    Build your pack.

    •    Burn bright, not out.

    •    Leave your mark.

That’s not self-help. That’s survival. That’s the art of raising hell.

And as I flick the last bit of ash from my cigarette, I can hear Rebel’s bike rumbling in the distance. Another storm’s coming. Another night to make the city remember our names, or, even cry, haven’t really decided yet.

You ready to ride?

Because hell doesn’t raise itself.

🖤

– Lawless