Rage is the real gate way to hell
It spins you in an endless loop
And drops you in a deep well of despair with a slippery slope
Now escape is very tricky because rage is intelligent and you have to be smarter
They say the troubles that we go through only makes us harder
But lately I’ve seen people only go softer
and if the good die young then we gained a lot of martyrs
Or lost a lot of souls for the grim reaper’s calls
God have mercy on Amar Dirar
Rage got me slowly slipping away to be alone
Now all I want to do is just find me a spot in the shade and call it home
I haven’t been looking at people’s eyes lately cause nowadays all these faces look the same to me
I guess it’s true humans, we are made of dirt
The more filth I see the more my heart hurts
Been talking about loyalty alot
Now how does it feel to be stabbed by the knife of treachery in the back
And your so-called friend was a part of it
Had me screaming in rage
I can’t believe it even you Sparticus?
Or was Brutus?
Either way he shouldn’t do this
But I don’t blame him I blame my own rage and other emotions like guilt
Although this is how I’m built
Yet they told me you shouldn’t follow those who follow their hearts
And thus follow our minds and leave emotions apart.
(For the 4th chapter of the 5th book – Nas With Notepads – Mon 4/4/16)
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