1,2,3rd floor...

We need hospital gowns the way we act and interact,engage with rage.Friends or enemies too familiar to hate one another completely.What are we doing.I go back to that Friday when I was in a rage,on the offensive defense to guard my emotions.On edge because I had just had enough but sure enough you don't take it seriously.The homeboy that is,I mean I love Yorg,I really do but when we fight it is not God's design it's a satan's entertainment because yet we get crazy.Like the day his belt turned into a whip and I was the tiger at the zoo.His cousin and this other fool were just rolling because it was the most ridiculous thing ever.I have never fought with any of my friwend's like this and I don't like it but it's like e challenge each other,test each other,for why?Fuck if I know.I just know the bootlegedry of it all is tiring at times.We like family and I don't know it's just really been bugging me.My friend's are evrything to me and sometimes with him it's like we're nothing.Intervenion?Hell naw we'll be more realistic but it'll have to be a battle for another day to figure this out.