Some multi-syllable subliminal rhymes paint a picture of my mind

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Genorosity, is possibly the only thing keeps me elevated
Lost possibilities keep me inundated, puddled in confusion frustrated
I stated out a game plan and waited, and now I made it
Waited for execution but instead finding more confusion
Which fate awaits me I can't say, losin yet another day
It passes, thought I grabbed the wind beneath my sway
but confidence in my steps is lacking, filled with regret
Feel like packing up my things, waking up from dreams
And landin somewhere back in a Western hemisphere reality
Know for certain sex can't satisfy only supplicate
Must combine other energy's can't rely completely on one plate
Miss, misses of past, found out one named a child after me
Means more to me than anything, but now back to the other things
With every step comes another mistep till I question what's best and what's next
If it all folds then the only thing that's left is just more and more regret
Damn, try to change the subject, think of another way, but that way is even less
Maybe there's hidden benefits, I'm hopin that's the truth but of it there's no proof
I'm losin sincearity and I'm sincearly thinking that certainly I'm doing for everyone but me
and but God, seems odd, cause the opposite was supposed to happen when I got gone
I try to say what's wrong, but without a common toungue I'm done, nobody hears my song
Can't listen to a song anyway, cause they don't want me to play that kind of haraam
Just some subliminal, multisyllable verses, a rhyme produced in confusion to reflect a shattered allusion