Goin deep...

 I don't care how hard u think u are.
 U know u have metaphorical scars on ur heart.
 U have feelings to while ur denyin the mind.
 U know u ache pretending to live up to the hype.
 There for u are not real.
 Livin in ur secrecy concealed.
 Ur as fake as that lifestyle u hide behind.
 On the other side of closed doors outta sight.
 Locked away as ripples are poundin.
 Ur caught up in the mix of ur soundings.
 To open up is not bein soft.
 N i hope i piss u the fuck off.
 I want this to settle on it steel nerves.
 As ur head shakes agreein with every word.
 Cuz i know u feel it as my point jus cut ur truths.
 Exposed u are, livin loose.
 Ur a part of what's wrong with this fucked up world.
 Scared to act human cuz u don't know how to act in the presence of a girl.
U ride solo so only the mirror can see u leak.
 Ya coward, facin ur own is how self is retrieved.
 Tap in or tap out of ur mind so singular.
 Yeah, I'm goin deep into ur fuckin jugular.
 To drain ur eyes of what u consider a so called weakness.
 Yet u contain the fear knowin u can't defeat this.
 U cannot step with purpose's honest use.
 Unable to put to use the emotion life gave u.
 U can't be yourself cuz u don't even know it is in whom u are.
 As if it's so fuckin hard.
 Ur to busy tryin to be like those amongst u.
 Believing in bein tough will never bring a truce.
 Within yourself holdin out so aggressively.
 Ur a dead man walkin speakin figuratively.
 Afraid is an emotion that will haunt u in ur lifetimes forever.
 U tough though, ready for whatever.
 Yet can't face the sensitivity that rounds u out.
 Unconnected n undiscovered as ur bs exceeds the acceptable amount.
 Wantin luv to resemble sex for jus a lil fun.
 U live in a false state of mind losin ur one.
 The u that retreats within cuz u think u know what a man is.
 Ur actions reminds me of a clown havin a lisp.
 As I'm with the chuckles cuz ur jus another creep.
 Do yourself a favor n go deep.
 See if u can catch this side of reality aired out.
 I bet u drop the ball in front of the crowd.
 U got man hands with out the touch.
 FUMBLE! It's u they don't trust.
 U couldn't stroke a fuckin thing without breakin it first.
 N u wonder why it hurts.
 Claimin u bout it when u know u ain't hollow.
 U jus believe what society gives u to follow.
 N u take the bait as excuses fall from ur gums.
 Appearin to be immune n utterly numb.
 So worried bout what others thinks of u.
 Using women as steppin stones feelin brand new.
 Hint hint, a real woman wouldn't even think about shiftin ur wood.
 Ur not even doin yourself any good.
 Ur played out n out dated like a prejudice noose.
 How could u possible give anyone a reason to fuck with u.
 Cuz u ain't goin deep enough to relate.
 N from ur own imprisonment u cannot escape.
 Ur a poser, a imposter in the form of a man.
 Ur walk is as goofy as ur half cocked stance.
 N ur to fuckin shallow to actual stand like one.
 Hittin skins like u doin somethin worth comin undone.
 For u cannot accept what it is u truly are.
 A moment til time tells on u from a far.
 N goin deep to u is a flaw til age catches up to u.
 Ur infatuated with yourself n u haven't a clue.
 Unwillin to soften to the situation u face.
 Lost in a dead stare with self unable to take blame.
 With a kill or be killed mantality that shuts down what u claim it is u are.
 Hardly fella, ur a skippin rock about to sink like the shit u shart.
 Ur soiled in ur self righteousness with ur so called game u cannot spit.
 As the grit lingers beneath a smile u force for the approval of others that don't give a shit.
 If i was goin deep, could u throw my a strike?
 Down the sideline, connectin with life.
 You'd prolly rather tuck it n run huh?
 The super star stressed out on the feed back of bein under the gun.
 From the vibrations that rattle ur silence.
 There's a reason what u do hasn't been licensed.
 But it's cool, leave the grown ups to deal with real shit.
 Sit back n pay attention to how we get it in.
 Suppress the one thing that gives u passions gain.
 For a piece of stability would drive u insane.
 Lost in that hole in ya chest full of lust.
 Be a product of ur environment as u only appear to stand like the rest of us.
 Ur a weasel with ur take tucked.
 All ur wantin is to fuck n be fucked.
 U don't know the meanin of sweepin a female off her feet.
 So run for cover cuz I'm goin deep.
 Hippin those to ur ungrateful desires.
 Do u really think ur someone to admire?
 Ur a joke fakin the phunk n don't even know it.
 If I handed u my manhood u couldn't even hold it.
 It's to heavy for ur ego puzzled on what to do with it.
 Tag, ur it.
 I don't think u wanna play truth or dare.
 Cuz ur socially impaired.
 Incompetent of knowin the difference between worth it n worthless.
 Are u upset yet? Feelin pist?
 Good, those are called feelings ya immature fuckin mooch.
 Stop leechin onto luv n give her some proof.
 Cuz she jus might be goin deep n jus maybe, jus maybe, she might have ur back.
 But u wouldn't know that cuz depth u lack...