Stand up for yourself...

So, what happened?

The aftermath is tragic, and I cannot see a pattern…

How did you escape the madness?

What was required of you to become enough to manage

The overwhelming obstacles that were meant for causing damage?

Presently I'm embarrassed, allegedly I can't handle the stress of tryna find balance while getting my name established

Second guessing is habit

Every second a passionate soul isn't creative allows the inner skeptic to dismantle

Any feelings of accomplishment I wish I could handle

I'm still dealing with my “Mommy Shit”, I need a new angle

Depression tends to be dominant, it's best to be cognisant and find who is profiting from making us angry…

And stand up for yourself

Fuck taking a cut

This is all a big game

We're just making it up

So if you rolling stone sober or you're blazing a blunt

The world always been crazy, ain't no making this up…