Suckerfree Poem by Malevolent M.c

Suckerfree



We all have similar shells that coat our souls, similar sinew and muscle that binds our bones, similar chord's and tissues that float in our throats,
If you dont' agree, it's time to take note, the people you see, every day on the side of street, are taught to think unconciously differently So simplisticly ritualy synthetic
It makes me feel like sometimes, the life we live is pathetic
Looking at nothing beautiful anymore, all aesthetic,
when you gravitate to problems, like your magnetic,
searching for those that really care, not sympathetic.
You know that you in trouble when it's a struggle for you to get outta bed
and walk across the hallway, with positive 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, were no different, we feel the same pains through time equally,
You see these lyrics i speak, isn't unique it's a situation every person can face at any time of the week, like trash on the side of the street, like the feeling on your face when you be facing the breeze, a description capture in time, or a wrinkle in ya mind, when you can count on 1 hand the people that havethat have been kind, when you don't know what to say to someone that's cryin
When your blind, how do you search for something, in a life like this?
been said, on someday that we all missed
Got you searching for happiness, without a description, placing the entire human race's goal in one mission, Everyone going for their goals, but doing it alone, everyman for himself, only 1 spot on the throne.
Where the hell is my luck? Someone throw me a bone..
I'd like to make money rhyming, but i probably won't,
because the color of my skin and where i'm from make it so
people now adays, can't get past the image,
on the first glance you either an angel or a cynic
So now it's explained; That concord won't move these idle wheels of change,
I'ma need you to Push Push, this time for exchange,
But the initial reaction has to occur in your brain, look past the hair
look past the eyes, look past the skin, to see what's inside,
those i described are not indications.. It really much more subtle, because don't you see?
We are all 1 color


My Name is Malevolent Mc, a Lyracist from the midwest slc, you may never hear me but just know i am who i am, and that was my sucka free.

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