STRIKE FIRST STRIKE HARD (the fall) - Johnny Lawrence Trilogy vol.1

80s Heavy Metal, glam, electric guitar, power chord, Reverbed snare drum, Double bass drum, Walking bass, Aggressive, Intense, Epic, 140-150 BPM, Key: Em

Stay tuned for the next two releases in the Johnny Lawrence trilogy.

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In a world lit by neon nights and burning pride,
I was a wild heart, with anger as my guide.
Raised on the creed—"strike first, strike hard"—
I charged into battles, scarred before they started.
A poison lesson that killed every dream we had,
In a dojo built on lies, where trust went up in flames.
Every bruise, every cut, taught me to feel no pain,
In the darkest nights, when I fought in vain.

The clash with LaRusso was more than just a fight,
It was war between two worlds in the darkest night.
Our rivalry burned through everything I knew,
A young fighter blinded by what I thought was true.
I held onto rage like armor against my fears,
Fighting through the pain, holding back the tears.
In the storm of fists and fury, I lost my way,
A fallen son of Cobra Kai, with a price to pay.

Under the weight of pride and the scars of my past,
I was a rebel on fire, too damn proud to ask
For help or a chance to fix my broken soul—
A fighter trapped by rules that broke us all.

Strike first, strike hard—
That was the call of my youth, relentless and stark.
But every blow I landed, every fight I fought,
Left nothing but echoes of a life that fell apart.

Now I look back on those reckless, painful days,
The angry kid I was fades into the dark.
Something's changing deep inside of me,
Teaching me there's more than just leaving scars.

Strike first, strike hard—
That was the call of my youth, relentless and stark.
But every blow I landed, every fight I fought,
Left nothing but echoes of a life that fell apart.

In the wreckage of yesterday, the truth remains—
Even the toughest fighter has to face the pain.
Through every broken moment, I finally found:
Real strength means getting up from the ground.

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"Strike First, Strike Hard" is a heavy metal power ballad that chronicles Johnny Lawrence's darkest period in the 1980s. The song explores his troubled past as a student of Cobra Kai, his toxic relationship with Sensei Kreese, and his rivalry with Daniel LaRusso. The song begins by describing a young Johnny filled with anger and pride, indoctrinated by the ruthless philosophy of Cobra Kai. Through the verses, we explore how this "strike first, strike hard, no mercy" mentality shaped his youth, turning him into a warrior who uses anger as a shield. The climax of the song focuses on his rivalry with LaRusso, seen not as just a competition but as a clash between two different worlds that will lead to his downfall. The bridge and outro show a more mature Johnny reflecting on that time, acknowledging how that mentality has damaged him. Stay tuned for the next two releases in the Johnny Lawrence trilogy. ### In a world lit by neon nights and burning pride, I was a wild heart, with anger as my guide. Raised on the creed—"strike first, strike hard"— I charged into battles, scarred before they started. A poison lesson that killed every dream we had, In a dojo built on lies, where trust went up in flames. Every bruise, every cut, taught me to feel no pain, In the darkest nights, when I fought in vain. The clash with LaRusso was more than just a fight, It was war between two worlds in the darkest night. Our rivalry burned through everything I knew, A young fighter blinded by what I thought was true. I held onto rage like armor against my fears, Fighting through the pain, holding back the tears. In the storm of fists and fury, I lost my way, A fallen son of Cobra Kai, with a price to pay. Under the weight of pride and the scars of my past, I was a rebel on fire, too damn proud to ask For help or a chance to fix my broken soul— A fighter trapped by rules that broke us all. Strike first, strike hard— That was the call of my youth, relentless and stark. But every blow I landed, every fight I fought, Left nothing but echoes of a life that fell apart. Now I look back on those reckless, painful days, The angry kid I was fades into the dark. Something's changing deep inside of me, Teaching me there's more than just leaving scars. Strike first, strike hard— That was the call of my youth, relentless and stark. But every blow I landed, every fight I fought, Left nothing but echoes of a life that fell apart. In the wreckage of yesterday, the truth remains— Even the toughest fighter has to face the pain. Through every broken moment, I finally found: Real strength means getting up from the ground.

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