Malevolent M.c Poems

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.
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Met a girl so stunning she's got my heart running, with no feet, it's difficult to look at her whenever i speak, i get nervous when she smiles at me, it continues to make a beat that puts butterflies in me.
My heart to start racin in my chest, it's like someone put her here for me just as a test. I get stressed when i try to display my best, this is the only test that i would purposely fail, so i could see her again, talk more in detail,
She's got Brown hair, brown eyes, cute smile, nice height. Just the way i like em, gorgeous in the inside. all that aside, If i could configure the perfect figure, it would be her that i would picture.
She's got a small cold, a soft voice that's filled with sickness, i've heard her before but i've forgotten the difference, i feel relentless, but before i was just tired.. after a long time everything eventually expires.
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19..19...19.. years in the making, her heart is heavy with fear of it breaking.
And every tear is an awakening, it brings it clear that she appears to be taking in by the sight of a girl she doesn't recognize, her own image, how could she forget those eyes, probably because the one that's behind them has grown a little weary of the one who designed em.
All she ever wanted was to feel pretty, she pours pain in her heart till it spills pitty, blind to her own masterpeice, she hangs pictures on the wall of people she'd rather be.
Also blind to her own very common indecision, looking only for first one who fits the envision,
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Malevolent mc be rocking to the sad melodies, but spiritually powerful with the positive remedies, i be pushing positivity with the thoughts on my mind, pushing positivity with the way that i rhyme, pushing positivity with words i place in the lines, don't feel inclined to address it as anything, it isn't devine, we are are the same, i am you and you are me, we feel the same pains throughout everyday equally,
the only difference is that i write it down and i speak, but don't take that as anything, i don't consider weak,
if at all you a stronger, especially to all the mothers, fathers sisters brothers who have been here longer, and for || much more years to pass,
It's a shame when all the smart people are consider outkasts.
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She's..
Beautiful on the inside, beautiful on the out, looking to search for the good life, get away from the doubt, but feeling like she is unaware of how to go about,
doing this thing that we call life. With every turn of the corner to face something other than strife.
chasing the american dream, a husband to make her a wife.
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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.
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Take this as my verbal dismissal letter,
to you and for you concerning our endeavours,
We've 'moved on' for a short while, but it feels like forever.
a dull blade to the throat, the good was fully severed.
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A.I be the malevolent Mc, lyrically testing.
B.I come with no nonsense
A.but that which is refreshing.
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If someone had green or hazel eyes, would you suspect them of robbing you?

If someone had brown or blue eyes, would you suspect them of killing you?
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Now i write so furious simultaneous an curious, becoming delirious so silly and serious, lyrics always mysterious, you know how i write, an i rhyme i connect dots in spots || outta sight || within the hype of your mind. I burst words devine, i'm inclined to speak for the ones who are confined, you see i sign signatures on pictures i paint with scriptures i stricture, leaving the figures i configure destined to wither, i flow qoutes i sew through lines as snow || goes in the winter, in last im still the winner, living lyrics i give spirit towards the life of a sinner.
Speaking of seasons, i speak easy for the treason for the reason i am speaking you know i am breathing the true meaning of these words i be seeding. Leaving hope for the ones who are no longer believing, feeling the ceiling but hoping for bright blue sky, i try to supply as i imply truth in the words i apply. Never deny and defy i broke notes with the sharp stare of my eye, who's is this guy?

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