Any poets here who rap? My circumstances never enhances my shit

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Any poets here who rap?

My circumstances never enhances my shit just never stop
My only chances only crashes and I feel my future drop
Is it necessary? Being so wary, worn out with a world I can't carry
Facing everyday believing in something I know just isn't in me
I'm a wreck, I'm dead. I've failed my only mission
I got a pistol ready to seal my fate and put an end to this attrition
It's not subliminal, I'm a criminal, with crimes commit to self
I spend my life in an psychological prison within the deepest hell
So tell me, is it worth it? To know that I won't make it?
Living in denial since the only thing I do is fake it.
My inabilities had degraded me becoming society's liability
The only people who cared for me are gone due to my insecurities
I pushed away everything that held such great value to me
Because I believed in something that was far too big and great for me
My imagination subdued and manipulated my reality
The world around me felt so unreal it drove downwards to insanity
I can't believe it, I kept on lying to myself for so long
But since I've lost everything I might as well just carry on

Nothing major I do these on the go without editing or reviewing so mind the mistakes.