Forsaken and Alone

we all go to places we dont want to go why am i so alone but who the hell im forsaken im an ountcast welcomed by Satan you see my glow forever i am stained with hatered when i write this my hands start shaking and na i dont crave it to a point i cant relax or replace em or this thats a real mix thats a real gold medal in pro for penmanship its more personal to me than concrete to Pavement it just sticks i like to falay that shit took all the risks now im holding all the coins and all the chips stacked in the valut i know this struggle all to well thats how i got caugt up in the rift i guess im going back to the basics i dont like to exist so il take the lift with some free news for you and man i hate this i need a new line of work something i can go for and round up progress further to getting out of the matrix and out of the rutt im gripping onto the plastic casing of my life as it starts peeling and breaking cant take a vacation i feel like truman when the swarm who rasied treated him worse than the spawn of hell the prince of darkness the spawn of satan in a particular way i can relate aswell more agravating then when you got a fucking headake and the pain swells up and its starts esculating thats my situation to a T i know my post and station and where im located i still wounder how i make it though day quick no fire for the passion are you really that unpassionite thats what it feels like in the era you conduct a lie quicker than the force of the maganet all dear starts and sheets with peaces of paper that detail the names times and places of those near and dear we call them tratiors its what i tell myself just to keep it clear i wont forget but forgive because in the end that is all thier is and i aint no savour im just a call to arms with no bullets no guns just a choice that fits just fine and well atleast thats mine