Yesterday was the tornado warning, today's like the morning after,

your wold is torn in half, you wake in its wake to start

the mourning process and rebuilding, you're still a work in progress,

today's a whole new chapter, it's like an enormous ass, uh,

thunderstorm has passed ya, you weathered it and poked its eye out,

with the thorn bush that you used to smell the roses, 

stopped to inhale, can't even tell your nose is stuffed

so focused on the bright side, then you floor the gas pedal

and hit the corner fast, the more asserted, never looking back,

may hit the curb, but every day is a new learning curve as you

steer through life, sometimes you might not wanna swerve,

but you have to, to avert a disaster, lucky, no permanent damage,

cause they hurt you so bad, it's like they murdered your ass,

and threw dirt on your casket, but you've returned from the ashes

and that hurt that you have, you just converted to gasoline

and while you're burning the past, standing at inferno and chant..