Being Blunt

This world is wild
I'm in survival mode
I hold my inner child
Close to me as possible
I'm trying to keep her safe
Her fears inaudible
Still can't articulate the pain behind my efforts to escape
And I'm tired, no lie
I wanna fly away
At times I lean on heavier things
So I won't feel the weight
I contemplate the consequence
Of trading in my consciousness
For green that I breathe
Makes my demons far less dominant
Ooh I'm dependent on
That inhale that makes quiet come
But it leaves my system
Mmm that's when I really feel the blunt
Of it all
I can feel it all

If I let myself feel it all
I'm bound to fall
How do I do this
If I deprive myself from the fall
They'll be no calm
How do we get through this

If I let myself feel it all
I'm bound to fall
How do I do this
If I deprive myself from the fall
They'll be no calm
How do we get, how do we get, how do we get through this

I turned off the news, they peddling fear
Recycle media every year
Whole lotta talk but what's really true
Not what I want to see or hear
Since when am I sensitive
I know I can't be the only one sensing it
Whole world is tripping
I ain't no different
Pressure is building like someone invented it
Heart might stop, how do I live with this?
Might just pop, if I'm not venting it
All I've got is feelings and sentences
Trying to cope with a blunt and my penmanship
Questions
How can all that bullshit be limitless
How do I get through this
And how do I not turn numb or belligerent

How do I, how do I, how do I
How do I, how do I, how do I
How do I, how do I

If I let myself feel it all
I'm bound to fall
How do I do this
If I deprive myself from the fall
They'll be no calm
How do we get through this
If I let myself feel it all
I'm bound to fall
How do I do this
If I deprive myself from the fall
They'll be no calm
How do we get, how do we get, how do we get through this