That bat may have been made to play the ball, 
but that wasn't its purpose. 

We all have a purpose in this world. 


I was running out of time. 
This  was the fastest way to convince you. 


That sense of dread. 
It only happens when you cross a line, you didn't even know existed. 
Maybe that dread is a good thing. 
After all when you realize you've crossed a line...
That means you still had one. 
When those crossed lines are all behind you, up ahead is only darkness. 


Break him (using tools == bat, people,etc) & build him
Wound his soul & heal him
That is how you own nigga. 


Rules, morals, parameters...
they only break if you're broken to begin with. 
Did we change under pressure, or did this only reveal who we really are?