It’s getting hard to be optimistic, when lately these women flee from intrinsic values.
It’s molding harder men daily, to the point now we screaming and shouting.
Madness where there’s no love and we wonder how did all this happen.
Rather pack the strap, pack the good, and let the smoke clear out all the pain.
All you hear is loud bangs, loud thrashes, and here I am searching for the Sunshine after the Rain.
– Channeling Pac, Challenging 2 –