My heart stopped and divided every motion
When my fist flew, my energy fell in the potion
Brain be stale in the movement of rage
fisted to the face paled rattled my cage
Beast mode, it sucks to be a Beast
Your mind turns so quick, Primitive Sheesh
Life lov'n, fast runn'n,
mov'n in his mind but he's staying still
Staying still in his mind, says need to chill
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Lord get it away from me
I can't use it right
I can feel so wrong
and if I ever do right, its only in a song
Please just take it away
I can't use it right my mind is ILL
I think so much
yet my mind is still
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Anger
Concentration
frustration
...confusion
Mutilation
Problems with this nation
fearless when I know wrong
Timid when I know right
I'm and eagle
SO much sight
But F*cking flight is my blight
Am I ...
suppose to care if I die
Care if I can't cry
. . .care if I can't fly
No dick weed I'm no longer shy
fear is none existent
Angers my right
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Feel it, it burning
Ambient yearning
foul yet churning
turning
moves me to memory
of a hit that just happened
Of my lip that got blackened
SO FIGHT me!
Poor oil on the fire and lets GO!
roll, every hit gives me power in my SOUL!
Oh, I wanted to quench it
instead I benched
And now I'm thinking of how stupid I sound
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But you know what makes me mad
there are tools that you grown on you
Natural, like from birth it formed too true
And when you got gold and diamonds, what do you do?
Party drink, Vomit sink. Who care made. Mind on lade. erelevant watch. 60% crotch.
And when your born with bronze, whats it to you?
Try and fail, head in brail, try so hard, to pass as gold, but your really not...
Whats a bronze man to do, when his brains got the flue, there so much to do
But he can't do it well
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You know what
A challange is my life, I will feed off of strife
Damage, strike, put down, I absorb you
Catch the old fraise, "I eat thos" I implore you
Help others feed self, life will reward you
Strong girls, quiet girls, I adore you
And theres nothing to put put more to
life isn't a game, but Imma win, I assure you.
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pretty much my train of thought after getting in to a "physical altercation." I hate Anger, and rudness ...Bad in general. I wanna be a good person. But emotion twist you. Back to the ugly person who wants to punch something in the face.
I wish I could get rid of that part of me.
5lip5tr3am3r
There are always people who are looking for a fight no matter what you do.
You can try talking them down, but they ignore your efforts, you can try walking away, but they follow you. There will always be someone trying to overcompensate, or trying to prove something to themselves.
The ugly truth is - sometimes you have to loosen a guy's teeth to set him straight.
Pacifism is an admirable philosophy, but it is only effective when dealing with reasonable people. Unfortunately we live in a sick world populated by some seriously unreasonable people who refuse to play by the rules.
beastkid7
Yeah, I know. That wasn't the situation here though -witch is why I'm kinda angry at myself.
I'm usually able to defuse a situation by contrasting my mood to theres to make them sorta think about what there doing. But some times people take it as sarcasm. Even worse.
But my dad knows a little of the "Arts". And there was a guy a while back at where he used to work, big guy, who my dad could tell just wanted to fight him for what ever reason. (like you said) One day he tried to while the manager was gone, my dads not a big guy. But my dad got him into a hold where he had his air passage cut off. He couldn't breath. My dad didn't want to let go of him cause he would beat the living Ba'jezus outa him. But the dude couldn't breath.
Luckly the manager came back. He didn't do anything cause ma dad was a skinny dude ...it was pretty unexpected I guess. The guy left him alone after that. But madad says its scary to know lethal stuff because if you know it, yer gonna use it.