"As the night grows young again, I reflect on the life that I lead. Has it come to where my loneliness is my only friend, cause being with someone is more tiresome than with loneliness, where I don't have to hide my true forms. In the air, where the quietness of it, has me in so many emotions, feeling impregnated with life and death, friends and foes, wondering if my existence is my benefit or downfall, and since I can't come to conclusions to not feel this way, weed smoke and rhymes seems to be my only remedy. In the air, of looking at myself, and how I feel like I'm poisonous to those around me, I just wanna get high and blow myself away, but I can't let it be the end of me. Care so much about what God thinks, but want so much to love as passionate towards the people he tends to surround me with. In the air tonight, where the night grows young again, fills me with so many emotions where I feel like I'm struggling more than I'm surrendering. Every rhyme I spit is personal, to the core where I'm looking for a release but can't find anything to hold on to. In the air, where the night is quiet, questions arise more than answers. Fear of if I expose my truest thoughts, I will be alone. Can feel it in the air, how it comes inside me, wanting to exhale but unable to shake the feeling where I'm just a man looking for companionship in relationships and friendships, family, all that makes me whole. Guess I'm doomed to wander along."
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