"If I know that it's not blood and bones I'm fighting against, then it has to be mental. Anything in life that has to feed his or her family, and the stuff we love, will either destroy you or humble you. Just playing chess in your mind, to either surrender or suffer defeat without a backup plan. Emotions are your pawns, they protect the motivation of your drive, the wanting to get up and do it, cause it's a living. You're the King that oversees the board, you fail to spot your enemy jumping from body to body, to take you out, now it's checkmate.
If I know that it's not blood and bones I'm fighting against, I can understand how to take as many shots, their willing to shoot. Play chess with these spirits, that comes against me. It's times when you have a cause, and there's times when you just have to suck it up. You're marked by the world for being a voice. But, to be one that amongst what your enemies protray you as, is even more brutal than the day to day grind. What they wanted from you they took, gave some bullshit excuses on why they took it, when it's quite obvious. We all have our moments of anger, the feel and the rush of doing evil for evil, when you're not that one. Seduced into the trap they laid, now who's another victim, or name that passes through the lips of others still there, trying to remedy a cause, you foolishly fought for?
Guess the scriptures are true, when your fighting shit that stirs in your heart, load your mind, pull the trigger, which is your mouth, and shoot yourself in the foot, cause your only pointing one finger, but shooting yourself with the other fingers. Your dead, while your enmy is grazed. Again, checkmate nigga."
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