VOICE-LESS

The title has no ending, my words is just me venting, the friends I call my friends either love me or just pretending;
I thirst for a mention, I love the competition, my player cards are limited and never ment condition;
Im listening...to gang ish, thug music got my mind mixed,
Im driving...to a smooth mix, of r'n'b with groove clips, that cool ish...
My thoughts are in my chest, my heart replace my head, brought my brain a new vest, as my memories are dead;
But instead...my sheild needs no existance I hate resistance,
I take it all in stride weighting my options with true fitness;
Forgivness? My sins are the biggest...
Acts of buisness and a crime witness contradicting all of my comitments;
Voice-less, options really choiceless, and even though they know this, I clearly sit and voice stress;
Make my moves through vortex, and more vexed, and words formed out of context forms complex..im passed "next";
Futuristic and doubted, all my cords are routed...to take a trip to Hell if my actions allowed it;
But to test my intellection and complection of my reflections;
Got me using blogged quotes in less sophisticated texting sessions;
Hate the questions!... My answers just form a mess,
And even with a lot to say...i remain voice-less;