I Want To Know How To Feel

Every grain of sand lost is slowly costing me my sanity. I’m so defensive and paranoid. I’ve been a protecter my whole life defending my family and my respect. Just listen to me and let me speak! All I know is pain. All I know is violence. All I know is being poe. I All I know is vices. All I know is war. All I know is flash backs on visions of murder. All I know is drugs and savage living. All I know is short but long prison sentences. All I know is how to fight. All I know is cash on sight. All I know is gangsta shit. All I know is gold digging scandalous women. So tell me where love fits in these sentences.