Being Blunt (feat. Nomad the Native)

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