Given all you got

Ten years a slow drip,
a persistent, murky water seeping under the doorframe of my quiet room.

A difficulty that wears no face,
a confusion a maze givzah fuck 
Already only endless, hurry ups and dies
Ready all are for me to 
measured the silence between
but the architect remains unseen.
Fuck the fucked to it is me, all of these fucks are fucking me
The patience, is worn thin ,I yell I break shit the fuck is wrong with me, 
Individualy  people  seemed to be convinced one by one or blackmailed  to be agianst me,is it the government is it me, what the fuck is to be regulated this has grown over years 
of expecting for me to die  for you pockets of moneys that you all await for, so convince any of all that you can and dint ask me cause i no longer want to know,learn ,understand , comprehend of any of murder,thieve,lie,smuttin on other than the
Pieces of shits y'all be home, unreal in real time bitches this quite breaks.stillness, 
not to be as we used to be as it never was. Was it was n9t of is cause is is still and this is no questioned is it
not to mirror the chaos,of yourselves doing this to yourselves 
I'm still here ,alone and I don't mind it,I'm going with it,
Good bye,it matter not to who is not to say,what it is but it is real to me that's still is the truth so fuck all of the stay on your lies you stand on and I must've on ,greatfully finely 

I don't  give a fuck what you're  trying to do the imiturity  dont exist its took its toll fucks I don't go grown fucking science this don't and won't fuck bitches I smuttin somjvh.i.believr it I'm a dumb  fuck yall bitches fuck 

a deep, primal urge to sever the thread,
to stop the repeating
The need to name it, to point,
to say, "You," across the empty space,
The what is clear enough:
the strain, the disruption, the constant 
Needless to say, the accusation was targeted.
To deteriorating never finding the reason of or explanation 
a secondary burden piled on top of the initial distress.
It’s the exhaustion of the endless guess,
the wasted energy of looking everywhere and finding only reflections of my search.
l against recurrence,
a solid boundary against the next decade of relentless pressure.
and my ground shifted,
unstable, uncertain of its own foundations.
the self that deserves peace,
is the strongest current left in the deep water.
It demands clarity,

Fuck no ,you don't get a muthafuckin thing 
 Why give the dead anyTHING. 

rap, trap 808 bassline  high hats