The outlines of a battle

Th truths lays infront of me as I watch my past decay.
 
All friendship I held close gone into the wind.  
 
Silence falls as distant splits it all apart.
 
Alone on a kitchen floor, remarkable findings.  
 
Learning, minding my time.  
 
A sickly gut falls in line, a shiver all down my column.  
 
Different world completely, I can't battle in yours.  
 
A drama ridden world of spites and fights.  
 
I can't fight no more or do no more putting right.  
 
I see the cause, I see what happend my friend.  
 
I see but I'm not an enemy, you daydream and believe.  
 
I see what happend, yet I'm not drama player.  
 
I'm a side line hustler spitting my bars.  
 
It's like watching a cage fight and I can't be arsed.  
 
Whos next in the cage and it can't be me or my son.
 
My children, my babies, my loving home.  
 
Not some stage for you to walking in on, there is no audience, there is no justice.  
 
I'm not here to talk of the bad things you say or do.
 
You see I'm moving completely the hell away from you.  
 
Now time has past and my mind is stronger.  
 
Never will I bow my head and quiver.  
 
You shiver like you've been hard done to, your running from your Web of lies.
 
I waited for the truth.  
 
So suck on that pacifier.  
 
I'm done with adults who act like babies.  
 
Like I said I'm on the outlines.  
 
Not in your cage.