Confusion

I just post some nonsence to get a recent urge,
To tell myself to slow down my mind just hit a curb;
I hate the fact I'm hypnotize by the killer curves,
She love my nouns that form my words but damn sure hate my verbs;
I know things I do today dont really make tomorrow,
But I go to the mourge everday for a heart to borrow;
Because my soul exist but I live with no beat,
And walk the street dark an weak as if I got glue on my feet;
Im no longer paranoid really I fear non,
Cuz if I'm going to hell I'm taking plus one;
I freaking hate son, it takes nothing to make one,
Repeat my fathers ways..lay a egg den make done;
Or due..i hate my veiw all the way to the moon,
Cuz the days that we go hard, success just doesnt come soon...;
Enuff! Really its "us" but who can really say they with "us" so if I ask for your heart would you just give me your lust;
I mean if I ask for your heart...will u give me your trust,
Im intimate as much as your attention sux;
So I press brake i'm tired of this cruising,
I dont want to freaking marry I'm still stuck in my confusion