Sometimes We Have To Roar To Endure

Out of touch with reality But i'll catch ahold gradually And my thoughts are bold naturally Truth be told hate rattles me. Its gettin old this jealousy A dead end road with ice for street My heart of gold is failin me Just tryin to hold my sanity. Positive thinking is altered and blocked Got me damn near drinking water chase ciroc Peoples attitudes stinking brain matter on pot While a good mans blinking a hater will plot. So i put on my armor and leave the shield When cut by the drama my wounds will heal Was taught by my mama to always stay real They packin black llamas dont get yourself killed I will not be bruised abused or mentally subdued Ive tasted the fruits of langston hughes I use broken tools and build castles laced with jewels And feed off the fools who ridicule. I admire breath and desire nothing less And these issues i press i rarely regret. So basically im just ponderin the possibility that to enlighten a mentality otherwise headed toward catastrophe versus watchin from the balcony while another dies tragically has no options just responsibilities And if a few words whether pronouns or verbs can somehow secure another a few exhales more why wouldnt we aggressively roar to endure.