The Alternative version to my original song "A Reason"... This one's just a different style and form to show how diverse I can be. Thanks for the love shown and I hope u like it! No need for me to mention. These successes that im clinching and yet still some how missin. Im ripping at the stitchin, Stuffing pulled out without any fixin. And here i am still hoping they'll listen. Still hoping their givin. More time and attention, Towards hard strides taken through ambition. Hard dives taken since ignition. Through since the very beginning, Because im barely existing. Im barely getting the equivalent, To everything ive been given. So with pride and ambition, I choose to live with the side of conviction. Ill decide where ill gain my wisdom. Where ill maintain this kingdom. But If i keep on inching, Towards success without flinching. Could i move past this constant glitching. Could my thirst get a quenching, Could my time get some extension? Or will i keep on missing, from failing and always ditching before facing submission... The success im flirting with, without ever kissing. Is it worth all that im risking? Or was it the wrong choice to be picking. Im facing more division. Clouding this less then perfect vision. As im inching more towards a hell binding collision. The hounds of hell set loose to start sickin. With the devil himself taking the form of a serpent to start hissin... But these high hopes that im mixin, With the desires im equippin, Sets fire to my mission. So ill keep hoping and fixing, any problems im missing, and find those hopes and desires before i ever start thinking of quittin... But near these edges, still not leapin. Dark desires still try creepin. Switching spots with the higher thoughts im still keeping. Just giv me a reason, And i swear with just a reason, id wake up from these nightmares and stop dreaming and sleeping... So... Since im awake now, Ill proceed ahead and instead, find the success im destined to hav found. By leaps and bounds, I build myself up before I'm torn back down. I fill this cup up before I let it all start to pour out. Ill wear a false smile before a true frown. Ill bear the scars for awhile showing how much ive been torn down. I'll take a sad situation and then turn it around. Taking the seriousness and then, with humor, I'd clown. I'd be a slave to devotion before I worn the crown. I'd take obligation that's lost and hav it then found. I'd elevate this career until I'm high above the ground. Then I'd elevate more and keep rising till I astound. Because a broken destiny for me isn't where I need to be. So I'll take that destiny, and within me, reshape it into a happier residency, for me to be bound proudly now... Ill crawl through the muck before I'm left feeling stuck. I'll wear that humility until I'm able to gain enough luck. To reshape my outlook into no longer giving a fuck. No matter how much of these strides or how rough. Ill become more then enough, No matter how stressful or tough. I'll divide each one up. I'll decide where I end up. I'll become enough. And I'll make it all come true, and that in and of itself isnt a bluff... Just let me actually be enough... So heres the deal. Ill never apologize for being real. Ill never stop myself from speaking how i feel. If i started to slip on the banana peel. Id slide and glide into a steady supply of victories and highs, before id surmise into falling on my ass and then overreact, by taking that load of crap vs a way to actually heal... No i won't kneel, Instead allowing all the emotions I'd feel, To be explosive and real, Instead of a rebutted appeal, Devoted as a sheild, Protecting me from the imploding shots, fired off and then forgot, all the bodies that would drop, or the chances wasted and trust me, theres a lot, and even more reasons there that u'll hav to deal... Its hard to bare, trust me i know, but its real... Keeping this chin up exposes my neck, Pumping my chest out shows lack of respect. Try thinking shit out shows how much u forget. That figuring shit out only casts more doubts to be set. More bouts of regret, More accounts of others being less direct, While cutting u open to try and disect, The person u are while stomping on ur heart like an insect, with any chance they would get... Try closing ur mouth and u show only disrespect. Try thinking of others, they'll think u only neglect. Try fighting for values that others won't protect. And try fixing those problems and making them correct. Try making the music without having a set, Try staging a play without any parts left to get. Try turning the page on a story not written yet. And try burning all rage until u hav none left... Hold that head up with integrity intact. Exposing that neck just like a giraffe. Exposing the truth like knives coming to slash. And where hav all of those truths really been at? Thrown like daggers coming straight for my back. So even when I stagger I'll be prepared to dodge all of that... I'll guard this demeanor ive somehow made last. If broken and taken my pride will heal fast. Cause even the worst breaks heal when set in a cast. So let that decider be cast to the side as an outcast. To outlast, the struggles and heart break that comes and goes in a flash. So face the trials ahead, each and every attack. Pull in that confidence, taking out the slack. Reeling in more of a boost when its wat u lack. And putting everything into it when u start hitting back... But... I'm still in a slump, Still haven't gotten over this hump. Still haven't been able to pull off the stunt. Of changing perspective so I'm no longer seen as a runt. But instead so much more from all of the stunts I've mustered up. In this cluster fuck of when's and wats. That, to sum it up, add up to more of me not giving a fuck. Tried finding answers but still got stumped. Tried working it out, but still got trumped. (YOUR FIRED) I'm still ignorantly pumped. I'm still admittedly skunked. Forgetting that Im the one whose truly fucked all of it up. And still being seen as the one whose been lumped. With all of the failures that still add up. It's sad but, I'm back from the anger that's added to sum it up. And I'll keep adding more as the tally's are added up. I figure out that the savy punk I was, was never one to cuff. So I'll subtract him from the problem and hopefully then finally equal to being enough...