what is it

i feel so alone i can't find a way home been on my own since before i was grown I'm so sick and tired of being unknown fuck undertones im not made out of stone im just a man made out of flesh travels through life till i meet death trys to do right hope to be blessed tries to provide always does his best but still i feel weak lived in the street struggled to sleep always on tweak wanted the smoke not scared of the heat wanted to fight not scared of no beat i got a bit older im still a soldier my heart was colder no more chip on the shoulder told ya see the real me or only a ghost try to stay free while doing the most watching my back let nobody close maybe was crazy writing writing down flows been lots of places from coast to coast an outlaw so i stayed on my toes the hill i climb will kill hard to deny the steel will that's real still hard to defy the feels still feel real still still kill my fill blood will spill it's real real eye for an eye come get your pound of flash if i cannot try i gladly face death i valued opinions of the ones least worthy tried to fit in still nobody heard me just out there living like i wanna leave early lying and stealing living life dirty made some mistakes some little some great released the hate and rewrote my fate. it's it true this is the best i can do if so I'm through yup thats my cue time for me to move on be done get gone on to the next one