Hell's vapors

This life we livin....strife we've given
a second chance to suceed, we wait to bleed,
hell's vapors encircle me suffocating and makin,
the worst of a bad situation, this takes place in
a state of mind not governed by Satan,
but by the oppurtunity's we burn when we bakin,
ourselves all the way to the closest thing to hell on Earth;
no excuses, this shit ain't a curse from birth,
cuz we castin the spells ourselves,
we need to be our own help, if this iz hell
we are it's masters, this can never bring down our people if we don't let it,*
we are the Creaters of our own destiny, we decide where we're headed........

^this piece from yours truly iz regardin these hell's vapors that we plant and harvest as medicine, but just adds to our problems...... don't smoke weed kids......

*last 2 lines slowed down from original flow to punctuate the point of the piece........

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

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