THE COME UP

so often in doubt, whenever I open my mouth. I think it may be worth enough, let it out. it shouldn't have to be this rough. it is what it is. aiming relentlessly; making sure I don't miss. discussing topics, filled up with logic. adding more to the list. but hoping, not to get caught up in the midst. at least, I'm convinced, ever since times changed. The urge, to break out of the chains. been strongly running though my veins. I'm sorting out my thoughts. working harder to come up. I hold no grudge, this ain't who you think. If you ain't one of a kind. your actions is not valid. you ain't really real to me. I came up from nothing, not many I trust. stayin' in my lane is a must. drinking and smoking, fuck it, I'm doing both. step by step, moving forward. it's a long way to go. moving in silence, dreaming of higher desires. taking steps towards success; while keeping the balance. is what, this crazy and hasty lifestyle implies. not knowing my purpose unfortunately, makes all the attempts to discover who I'm meant to be, more and more unacceptably worthless, eventually. staring at the sky you may figure. how insignificant and meaningless. are the odds, of not becoming a whole lot more bigger. washing fears and pain away down by the river. hardcore flow is my style, make 'em shiver. stories were considered to be bitter. in the way they were being delivered. cleverly and respectfully for the mere joy, of anyone that would feel 'em. if it doesn't sit well with me, I'd address it the best way I can possibly. I came up from nothing, not many I trust. stayin' in my lane is a must. drinking and smoking, fuck it, I'm doing both. step by step, moving forward. it's a long way to go.