This Generation of Turtle

here i am in the flesh no victim levelled in scope 22 catches im cashing not selling the dope i watched the sunrise used to pray sometimes kids thatd played outside tho fate did seem unkind chased a better understanding even struck with fear i snuck the beer tried to duck my peers i followed a different meter nothing a solid measure chosen to conquer pressure everything a destresser heart holding me hostage molted to honest i bolted the hardest when the weather was modest a mouse a giant in microns goodbye to those by gones dont question my sigh wrong my glance isn't sidelong grapple like pyslocke i baffle this time slot id raffle what i got if the apple had dry rot a value subjection the cowl of perfection the now in dissection with an owls direction i mirrored reflections considered my being chose service of special situations im seeing putting words to the onset throwing curves in a concept praise a merge of the object from curse to the prospect