The I don't know either
what's happening...
warfare in me
kept me warm.
Its intensity helped me
to bring up these flames
I demonstrate on paper.
Bars
that drew me away from prison bars.
When the two elephants fight
it is the grass that suffers,
it is also actually the one
that learns to endure the pain.
Okay, I'm not trying to be a savage
I'm not even 21 yet
I just learned to control this rage.
So long we still have ink...
let's buckle up.
