Pain Explained

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life

You can hear the tears of a killer if you listen for the silence. I grew up in an asylum, and my attitude reflects the violence. Its hard to be friendly with people that differ from me. Im not into material things, keeping up with the times isnt for me. But I can show you how to survive with only your instincts to keep you alive. Came fom a troubled home so the streets was fine for this lone wolf, indian tribe bloodline running through my veins [Im] from the bottom so i get high. Most of the time its just to get by, clearing my thoughts until success is the only thing on my mind. Instead of following the [in]crowd i walked the [out]line. Skeptical from seeing the outcome of, the blind leading the blind. It came to a point where i had to decide. Whether or not to leave behind guys too soft in the heart, too weak in the mind. Experience burned my heart black. [That] should explain how I ended up on this path, without direction not even a map. Poetry was all i had my therapy when i got mad. Turned emotion into words, my attempt at being a better me. The pen was my sword, it gave me ABILITY. My story is like confession so through the ink i set my sins free. I prEy on my enemies as my demons find peace. Because my adversaries combat me when my attention is at ease. Speaking of which, its a twist even if, you never enlist you still become a soldier in this. Hi. Im the militant ci vili an. Because when life is a war zone death is on all sides. And innocent by standers just become casualties standing by.