They say to survive you must be fit and have an intellect, they say to sympathize is to be weak and you will get kicked out of the sect. They say to **** is the nature of the beast; they say to cater to other people your reputation will decrease. They say, but who gives a **** what they say, I will do things my way. I don’t care if my decisions are not the safe way, so be aware that I will not longer be your slave nor will I let others be your prey. I was made to disobey it’s in my DNA, so call big brother, don’t matter to me, because this light you won’t smother. So clatter around, try to put me in the ground, but it’ll be you going to the pound. Climbing the ladder, not listening to all your blabber, in the wild you either hunt or end up on the platter. Bullies I revile, no better than bile filled grunts, and if you choose to confront, your head is what I will punt.  This is not a stunt; this is the wild, so stop acting like such a child. While your hitting blunts, I’m wielding up hope, looking at you through a microscope. Tiny little vermin trying to act tough, but when I come at you, you’ll be squirming.

You taught me to be tough, and you said that my love was enough. Power hungry, sour flunkeys, experimenting on me like some kind of monkey. Never was a ******, but in the wild it can turn very ugly. If it’s not one thing it’s another, there are just things out there that you just can’t buffer. Wish there were things I never discovered, but I guess that’s what happens when you start to wonder. Out in the wild coming out with colour, I know we trying to get better being together, but in reality being different will only make you suffer. That’s just how they see it, wanting people like us to quit. This is the wild, it’s never going to be mild out here, and just going out the door sometimes is such a chore. In the wild they just like to ignore, don’t give a crap if you are poor, they just treat you like a *****. It’s all about keeping score, it’s all about wanting more; yeah they are no more than opportunistic carnivores.  Go away and drink out your sorrows at the cheapest liquor store, they benefit from you dealing with addiction wars.

We have a choice to be weak, we have a choice to be meek, so don’t throw it all away by trying to drown yourself in some creek. Own what you did, don’t be a little whiny kid. Man up, women up, grow up, you will die in the wild if you choose not to get up. Time to unleash that inner being, time to find your meaning, time for us to finally be winning. This is the wild, time to get reconciled, and be rewired. Won’t ever know your own strength until you wield it, won’t be able to hide from your problems until you deal with it. So don’t yield to ungodly desires, you have to keep on being a survivor otherwise you will expire. The wild is not kind, need I remind that it messes with the mind; and that you can’t just run through it blind. Stay true, stay you, in the wild you can be the real you. Just keep on swimming, keep on trimming, with or without you the world will continue on spinning.