Let me recite a line borrowed from an old poem of mine about pain and sorrow, "Release is a crucial element for any chance to get a better future from tomorrow" While life has taken many shots at me, I seem to be supplying the ammo By this point it's fully equipped, got 'em armed to the teeth like Rambo Why would I be held responsible if, let's say, one day, the relief value was a no show Let me guess, you don't know That's not an aura of envy, my anger feeds the green glow And nobody likes me when I'm angry so I must open the valve and let things go whenever possible I apologize ahead of time if you get hit with the flow