Adapted to this

The  unspoken
FUSTERATION, the uncomprehendable silence from the environment alone, whatever it is 
No, it's not a feeling, it's not a mind thing, suppose it's the oara ,    noticeable, couldn't say or have any way to elaborate ,know this for a decade .
Its quietness is abusive, this is the most abusive tactic you can use on an individual. The 
recognitions  blooming in the quiet hours.
Suppose  you may thought its normal to me
the neglected foundations,we structure and build together critisized, smuttened on daily behind closed doors for your entertainment  I'm slapping myself for your belief and jollies
The way the future bends, a picture slightly skewed now, fuckin wasted time  no, wasted time fucking us, and is done now, accomplished and still sits there, heavy in the daily tasks,of meaningless togettherness
In the planned steps that lead to nowhere knew.

A the onlin cast by self-assured pronouncements,
Voices critic with that, need these for conversation bullshit you wont show cause you thrive on control  or its aw man no fair for your loyalty to your christmas present cause  you fucks misunderstood and family pay for schooling to throw me in a shit hole,scallops ass people 


paper thin abusive daily towards what you raised is a slap in your own face and know this circles,
Following maps drawn by detour into daylight spent in fog finding seekers, those with open minds,the intelligence you refused to except, 
Trying to navigate the crowded pathways,
Find themselves burdened by the hollow sound
Of certainty that lacks true substance of being

A quest for clarity, direct,
Meets  the stones building walls of complication, dense and high.
The effort spent, the hours poured out,
Returning always to the starting point,just to end
Wondering where the genuine path dissolved.
And never knew

, this erosion of hope,nah, a decade of patience  , the he thinks he is ,always was the day they were born, you blessed them with thy name 
Is acknowledged in the shared, sidelong glance,
Between those who carry the invisible weight.
The sense of time unraveling unwound,
tapestry pulled thread by careless thread. And know this horse shit didn't worsen, it grew, 
 solid ground beneath our feet,
For directions that truly lead somewhere,
Not just to another wall.
To find the center point, 
That honors the energy we willingly give.but now
The landscape shifts, molded by the participants pressures,
 the visions become slightly dimmed.
The knowledge that what could be, stalls and waits, still
Concludes this, givzah fuck

Why  breathe A low-grade contentment when our gifts are to articulate mass and build as a known name and this is now sarcasm smuttinningbon the guffey name, you gave me a name and you disrespect it by all this dumb ass, Alegent your a joke ,and we're  related or I'm I just to be cashed our for your fuckin pocket  
I'm a guffey, the fuck you you say,he thinks he is, listening to these fucks,  needless to say, that's why I never said anything cause  did

rap, trap808 high hats soul