Pathetic Poem by Malevolent M.c

Ay yo, you ever feel like sometimes, lifes pathetic?
Looking at nothing beautiful anymore, all aesthetic,
when you gravitate to problems, like your magnetic,
searching for those that really care, not just sympathetic.

You know that you in trouble when it's a struggle for you to get outta bed
and walk across the hallway, with clear thoughts in your head, you look in the mirror, and see what you want to see, but then you realize that it's only idealy..
i feel the same way, it's as if you were me

But we gotta get the key, to unlock the frustration that we see,
for me
it's really to speak sickly over the beat.
Or to get some recognition over the way that i be, i want you to say,
'hey, Malevolent Mc speaks the words that i think' But sometimes, the only way i feel is just weak, when i'm faced with a decision, between the right and the wrong, sometimes' i'd rather go for the short, instead of stay for the long getting severe writers block, rarely finish a song..

-Malevolent Mc phases sickly, right through the night, to deliver you a helping hand, in this life full of strife, to pull you out of a dark place, with my mouth bright light, and fill your thoughts with intellect and insight...

You ever meet a person, and really enjoy their company, and they pretend they like you, only it's perfunctory.
Reluctantly, this is abruptly defiantly society situations, we living right now, confused and distorted, why is this something they would avow?

No way no how, i know we gonna make it, sifting throught this shit somehow.
If your listening or reading the words that i'm saying, your most likely within my demographic, please heed my words, and smash through the traffic, no matter what, even if you get placed the blacklist, stick too it,
through any degree, and have the will to die on your feet, instead of live your life on your knees.

-Malevolent Mc walks softly, right on top of the clouds, to free ya mind from the madness, that occurs down south, to life your spirits, and turn ya frown upside down, to love you with my words, and make it profound.

Misguided is the mental term of society today,
Misled is the term of the path that we stray.
The wicked tell us what to do and we simply obey,

Not anymore not today, we are the revolutionaries
the fight we portray will never be staged.

Misguided is the mental term of society today,
Misled is the term of the path that we stray.
The wicked tell us what to do and we simply obey,

Not anymore not today, We are raising a new army,
We refused to be lock up, inside this cage.