Journeyman Poem by Malevolent M.c

Introduction.
Everyperson in this world has dreams that they want to aspire too. In school they tell you that here in America you can do anything you want, be anybody you want to be, as long as you work at it. But in school that's all they tell you, they don't tell you that there are Obstacles - walls that will perpetually and inevitably block your path, that you have to climb over, smash through, topple, over and over again. No one tells you anything about that... and the only way you learn about them is through trial and error, falling and picking yourself back up. Problem is, is that not everyone survives the fall. And your ambitions may slowly but surely die out over the adventure... This is about my ambitions, my Journey.

Verse 1
I'm tired of the stories, sick of the fiction, still seeking the truth, i need a new rendition
I need new ears to listen, i need a new mouth to breath, i need new hands to heave, the bullshit of they vision, now listen, to a verbal shism, of a boy who has risen.
The landscape is ridden, with the rubble of children, who have all left behind the sentiment of their feelings. The image i compare is similar to decimated buildings. in a warzone, bombs dropped from the top of the air, the pilots shed a tear, but Commanders don't really care. The decision incision that separates the connection of the pair.
That explains the look of dispair where your mouth utters your prayers, and the dust that suffocates the scalp in your hair. Be aware of the victims in your everyday cycle, though be weary of the robots rehearsing their recitals.

Chorus 1
I am a running man, alone - hands raised straight in the air
i think about it, why did i care?
The image of the truth out of reach in the shallow liquid,
that can't be the truth, this reflection is truly gifted,
look! all my actions are scripted, it's written on my face,
the message encrypted for i to follow each and every way.
It doesn't make sense..
why do i continue to play || by the rules of their game?


Verse 2
Listen to reason, exhale the lies you've been breathing, accept the sensations of the truth that i see you feeling. like a fish on the end of the hook they have been reeling. Stealing that which is appealing, like a room to your cieling. Who is it that is dealing the direction of the standards, we don't need wisdom! Ignorance is really much grander, i don't want to be the one to deliver the slander alone, so accompany me on the journey to the top of the throne at the base of the cowards, we will make the king l feel like the antonym of the definition of the word power. This is our hour! We are pawns of the shame, who saw the rules of the game, explaining the strain propped from the needle to the vain, feigning the blame of a populace acclaiming the framed to be the guilty condemned, who can't even call the familiar faces their friends.


Chorus 2
I am a walking man, alone - feet deep stuck in the sand,
the heat reflected from the ground to my hands
The image of truth shimmering in the distant liquid,
That isn't the truth, these liars are truly gifted
look! even your life is scripted, it's written on your brain, the message
encrypted to follow each and every day.
It doesn't make sense..
why do you continue to play || by the rules of their game?

Verse 3
I was born in the fall, sometime in september, it was the third of the month that part i remember, such a time ago, the memories slashed in the blender, the defender of my memories seemed to surrender them off into a place that i can't really recall, they say your life flashes before you, right as you fall, i walked you other way in the hall, away from the light, i'd rather fight some more before i lay down and die. Theres really no more people with their eyes on the prize? I prioratize to depise, those who smile, regardless of the blood soaked cries. Those who would live their lives so long in disguise they cannot recognize the color of their eyes, i scream this subtle message into the light of the skies..no time for goodbyes..

Chorus 3
I am a crawling man, alone - face very deep in the ground,
my ears are so muffled it bleeds out the sounds,
i can barely see it, the truth i must have just missed it,
turns out those liars in the end were truly gifted,
look! seems it was scripted, it's written on the blood,
the message encrypted to destroy all there ever was.
Does it make sense?
It must have only really been because || it is they that have control over us..



Ending.
I am a dying man... and that's all there is to say.