the b.s.

its not where u come from that makes u hard.
its the b.s. uv been thru that over rides ur heart.
thing is, how u deal with it makes u who u r 2 become.
patterns unfoldin, turnin in2 someone makin or beakin the rules of thumb.
moments of unclearity forcin acts of insanity here n there.
posture gone south wit violent like stares turnin on who cares.
on the other hand there's a zone one can not faze.
it doesn't matter as long as one makes it thru the day.
defensively maintaining with self control.
flip the script n ones cover could be blown.
choices n patience, takin there toll on us all.
findin breakin points when frustration comes 2 call.
risin to impersonate a structure of steel formed from the inside out.
blabberin at the gums so fast, no one knows what ones talkin about.
pressure builds to a boilin boom within us all from time 2 time.
n amungst us is those pickin at the sweet spots we try not stand behind.
but what 2 do wit the ignorant beings that walk beside us as friends.
knowin their foes that need their bones to be broke as they bend.
focus is key in real life situations one can not seem to avoid, tryin 2 keep it true.
fadin from who u r can be the last of everything one knows, n is tryin 2 do.
so gather the b.s., bag it n seal it tight.
let it smell its own stank inside its gastritis life.