Malevolent M.c

Rookie (Bronx)

Malevolent M.c Poems

1. Mission 1/27/2008
2. Beautiful Ignorance 1/27/2008
3. Pathetic 1/27/2008
4. Ressurection 1/27/2008
5. Within Me 1/27/2008
6. Abusive 10/22/2008
7. Birth 10/22/2008
8. Bravura 10/22/2008
9. Colors 10/22/2008
10. Crunch 10/22/2008
11. Crying 10/22/2008
12. Eloquant Acumen 10/22/2008
13. Epitaph 10/22/2008
14. Fairytales 10/22/2008
15. Flight 10/22/2008
16. Journeyman 10/22/2008
17. Metaphors 10/22/2008
18. Wonderful Girl 10/22/2008
19. Pain Abundant 10/22/2008
20. Rhymebook 10/22/2008
21. Universal Language 10/22/2008
22. Viciously 10/22/2008
23. Suckerfree 10/22/2008
24. Tell Me. 10/22/2008
25. Sight Of My Grave. 10/22/2008
26. Freestyle 10/22/2008
27. Powerpoint Presentation. 10/22/2008
28. Gutter King 10/22/2008
29. Mind Me 10/22/2008
30. Sleep. 10/22/2008
31. Alice 10/22/2008
32. Conciousness 10/22/2008
33. Her 10/22/2008
34. Danielle 10/22/2008
35. Construction Trade Building 10/22/2008

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Best Poem of Malevolent M.c

Construction Trade Building

My footsteps echo off the brown brick tiles,
that arch & bark overhead left to right and down adjacent aisles.
The Construction trades building flowing with stranger traffic,
I scan face to face to find something familiar to grasp at. But Nothing.
No purchase, no illusions that surface. I move continuously, flowing forever like a current.
Still walking through the brown hallways of brick, i notice more people some thick, slick to many magicians left, but no more new tricks.
I sit on a brown linen chair upholstered to a decade old nineties fashion, broken from years of ...

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Ressurection

When you wake up each day, do you know what for?
Do you stare or do you walk through that frame of the door?
It makes me sad that the our zeitgeist translates to war
The will washed up, like animals on the shore
Media leaving us clueless, not acknowledging the fact that revolution is synonymous with evolution, we will no longer stand in the face of oppressive pollution, searching for absolution try and grab something to adhere to this conclusion.

And in this movement, we will not stop

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