Storm Chase Interlude

With this toxic venom, Ima spit these words where ever I fit em. A fuck to give won't be found in him. I do this my team, with the trust put in em. and I believe yall don't believe in him. Believe my team won't be leaving him. If I didn't have faith, then I wouldnt waste time with some shit that I don't believing in.
And all this pain that I'm lost in. Only make me come alive like an offspring. Talking all this shit is exhausting, but I rather do it now that I'm crossing. Over to another height like an arson, set fire to a path that I out blaze. Hottest mutha fucka out, I can count days. I'm electrified nigga like I got tazed.
And enemies closing in. Where to begin. Kill em all now then repent for my sin. Always ask me where the fuck I've been. Let me guess, yall just wanna rob me again. Keep me close and talk like a friend. Just to get what you want, see me fall in the end? Well fuck you then. I rather be alone so I never have to wonder why I let you in.
I'm ready. More ready than I've ever been. And I can tell you're waiting bitxh, but I won't tell you when.. yeah. I been too ready. How could you dare forget me. I know girls that remember, that's probably never met me. People that bite their tongues so they won't upset me. Or think my songs are aimed at them which makes them somehow respect me.
Bitches that won't accept me, I'm confident. I'm shitting on your compliments. I'm just tryna fuck, they got me asking where the condoms went. If I had a heart that wasn't broken I'd be heavensent... I'd be more focused is what I meant. These niggas irrelevant and speak their mind. As if their 2 cent was worth any of my fucking time.. right.
Ain't been through it all but I been through enough. I gave my all and I gave my trust. Got shot down like a game of lust you thought was love but never was. I do music just because, I never was the type to talk. Me, my thoughts, myself, and I. The only ones I had to walk, with. Start shit, never did. I was on that art shit. Music as a kid, on that 106 and Park shit. Manipulating sounds, orchestra with that guitar kit. A couple lyrical shots, I'm just aiming at my target.
Don't start it. I just tryna contain myself. But even the world can't hold me in with my ambitious self. And it gets hard when you try to somebody else help, cause they can never change you when you're mind is set to be yourself.
And if I die today, there's probably something better out for me. Niggas hating too so they probably had it out for me... I know they think I'm better gone. Who dat be, yeah that's me.. better known as Kwiet Storm, yeah.