Blogger help me please to get some ish off my chest
I'm stressed, the jobs got a blade to my neck
I come home heated to heated dungeons of my living
Flying needles threaten over my head for the sacrifices to be given
This is it. The days of pain and toil have begun
The sky has darken from rays of the black sun
The game is strong and not meant for every player
You take down who you can, throned as a soul slayer
And all along, the one that stands by you is the strongest
Dealing with your bull charging into her heart is the hardest
You can't pour out every emotion cuz most cups come pre-filled
There's no sense crying out the water's drowning from the last spill
I shriek. The thought that my rock will be gone soon
A collection of my soul in rhytmn echos in my room
I sit still, as though not to upset the balance
Breath in the deep frustration and release the screams into silence
I am the enzyme, the spark, the ignition call me two sticks, better yet two stones
But don't slap me together, for the revolution is coming and I must be thrown
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