In the midst of the Melancholic Madness that happens everyday I find it hard to find people that can relate to what Im saying perhaps my mind set too focused on tomorrow's shit today I apologize in advance for any unwarranted bitchin or complaints or off the chain display or rage that's often thought of as a trait of one who's been through hell and back or is simply burnt or went insane. I speak for those who've lived and died so we must no longer live as slaves or do we under the guise of Land of Free and home of Brave. Id waste no time with my complaints If id speak to God face to face then pause mid sentence to assure myself that he's retaining what's conveyed I only hesitate because the pain is still fresh and will remain as a reminder to guard your chest cause Love destroys ya when it is faked and once given and then lost or mistreated, broken, or crushed you realize your heart is not as big as you originally thought it was. as you sit there in disbelief knowing your senses never lie especially when they team up with the gut and verify for one last time you checked the true total of abundance of love your heart can even supply and how every time you talk yourself into giving another chick a try you somehow forget the shit, you swore you'd never let another bitch attempt you loose you probably wont regain cause revealing your intentions creates ripples and rogue waves that interfere with the movement distribution of the fluids around the bay that's underground goods and services for the lame straight brendal on the beat