Lookin up fallin backwards away from the only thing that makes any sense... Outta reach slippin back to the weight carried by times unreasonable resistance... Feelin a certain way no one can know of due to the constant set back backhandin the face beet red beaten by actions that are not of owns... What's a fella gotta do steppin two steps forward as the don't go there goes three steps in reverse doomed... Witness to the zoom comin in n outta the touch of norm so close expectations are met goin to waste... yet It'll neva be seen upon my mutha fuckin face twisted by the moment it's time to pack it up once again n find a new fuckin way for appreciation to mingle with the mood neva to be erased... Games on point... Job locked in... Head on tilt with the right amount of swivel leveled the fuck out so join in... Smiles ain't cheap with a price of emotion opened to close as if saloon doors swingin on the teeter of the balance with a flava to make it back on two firmly planted feet... Weeee... As life jus comes so freely in a mindset reality makes it's own dreams come out to play by depths so fuckin real enjoyin times tick no matter this worlds self center n bs absorbed mentality... So yeah, what's a man to do with so much to offer in the struggle climbin his spine n rearrangin faces that haven't lived up to the expression cocked beneath breaths misbehavin as friends... The end!!! Findin words to complete the belief realized n analyzed within of the whole concept of a neva endin will jus to live in comfort with or without a mate to defend... The hole is deeply spread no matter the angle it's chosen to be seen... Welcome to the real me...