No Fucks...

Ive been clean sweeping, While heavily streaking, With this path that im leading, This trail of impact that im leaving. Knowing for a fact that theres a number of reasons, For my confidence and dominance proceeding... In a way thats charismatic and emphatic to the under succeeded still underachieving, From blunders repeated. And slumber much needed, But retreated due to a number of reasons. Still hoping to achieve it. So heres to hopen for such reasons. As i dive right in and start leaping. Ive been needing, To keep feeding, My confidence thats receding. My condolences to the death of all in the proceedings, In a way thats misleading, Ill do wats odd in order to get even. Its sleeper season, Still looking for a reason, To keep going despite this slowing of drive i keep receiving. An overall falling in pride im achieving. So time for those who are needing, More of something towards relieving. To continue moving ahead without more frequent deceivings. More infrequent up heavings. With all the effects of depletion, and the stress of succeeding, held over my head, but then its retreating. Those over spreading of thoughts still repeating. Words never said by the people i was meeting. But listen to the words im saying and singing. Conversations defeated, Competencie much needed, Left completely depleted, As if it wasn't ever needed... But... Im still seeking completion, Never missing, so u can say im heat seeking. Watching and peeking, At the others snoring and sleeping. Gnawing and teething. At the moment that was momentarily a moment of greeting. But a moment thats now currently leaving. Ill go all in with a blitz. I'm filled with wealth tho not so rich. Too hard to approach to ever get a friend in this... I put these legs to work, seen through all these rips throughout these kicks. Body toned and worked out, never stretching so always stiff. Always pressing the problems and creating diamonds from all of it. Taking that pressure and smoking it out of a spliff. Ya i am the onea u heard of so, not just a myth. Im the contender u wouldnt skip. A legend in the making so remember it. Im the fighter whose taken a few stiffs, And broken a few or more ribs. With scars still carried, pains neglected and buried; As reminders of how bad that all of this shit hits. Got a trigger finger without the itch. Quicker to pull these hands vs a gun, ya ill use these fists. So let the enemies come, Let them befriend me to pretend that when it comes to friends, ive got some. That when it comes to wins ive got tons. And when it comes to given in, ive got absolutely none... Im bulletproof so it never stuns. When the bullets hit after shooting out the gun. Shots fired trying to get me to come undone. But failing miserably after its all said and done... Im currently living in a society ive tried my best to shun. But with a head thats been spun, Thoughts now overrun, Its hard getting any of that shit done... So Im just the meat thats been cooked medium rare vs well done. Cause while im not well done, I've done well enough, Ive unveiled this dam hell, well enough. Im done with not being enough, Simply because i just couldn't measure up. And im done giving a fuck, When i had none to giv, only giving in bluffs. No fucks to even giv up. So ill stop giving a fuck, And become something more then the current nothing i wouldnt hav thought was enough Ive been down on myself, need to pick myself back up. Wearing a frown, down on my luck. Trying to turn the corners of this mouth back up. Down on myself, unable to construct. A better, more mindful carelessness before i selfishly erupt. Because enough is enough... And ive carried more then others could ever even think up... Ill take each hit ive stuck. Each giving of a fuck. Each bit until i build myself back up, To one day actually being enough...