Pass the Sage

Hand me the sage..

My space needs cleansing.

I can’t take all this negative energy...It’s shaking up my synergy.

Literally feels like I’m suffocating...

And nobody gives damn...Head buried in the sand...gasping...

desperately trying to take in air...

But the more I try to breathe, the less anybody seems to care...

I gotta take matters into my own hands before this goes too far, 

Before I really turn into that crazy b**** that resides underneath all these scars.

Before I give in to the darkness, and anger and rage...

Let me just say a prayer and pull out the sage.