Blood red visions cloud my eyes.. blurry thoughts of violence cloud my mind... like foggy nights where you can't see 3 steps in front of you
And I run blindly into walls... trying to find a way to escape my rage.. and in the meantime not hurt anybody in my way...
Wanting to scream so that it will echo off the highest mountain tops and vibrate in their ears...
deafening those who have crossed me, the same way their words have deafened me and caused me no longer to believe... any of what they say... though the words of disapproval constantly play
My whole concious convulses and things around me go black... And I try to find a way to surpress this rage... calmly walking outta the room even though I want to throw things... but instead all I throw is words I know that I'll regret to say
A hundred days of sorrow can be avoided by holding your tongue in one moment of anger.. but in that one moment too many things are going thru my brain and I can't help but to react to this anger pang
The only reason people get angry, is because they got hurt... at least I feel my emotion which prevents me from doing something worse
I can understand why... anger can be considered bad.. I know myself.. going to that dark place how dangerous that can be...
But I take my anger and use it constructivly
Relatie it to life and write rhymes...
Clear my thoughts and mediate my emotions as I clear my mind...
I do not let it get the best of me... I do not let another man provoke me
Let them anger themselves and I will let them be.. this anger will not envelope me.
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