Viciously Poem by Malevolent M.c

Verse 1

Yah.... Yah... Yah...

Malevolent, Yah

Journeys.. destinations... Ideals.. Paths.. Through this Jungle of Life without any of the facts, or creation of tracks this forest insight, i seem to just get attached without any shed of light, in the darkness i slash but my machete doesnt'cut down the size of the facts. So i try to relax and concentrate on my goals.. oh no!

Goals

Goals

Goals... i didn't know. And you know it really shows in the lines that i sew.
In the night time it glows, my mental stream that i flow, just so i could bestow how it is to be soft in life that's so bold..
I appear like a denizenal sentry in this entry, pondering things with meditation that should be elementary. My color is complimentary to the style that's today arbitrary, flowing against the stream by contrary, it's scary how i'm sharing the brain themes i seem to think up at night that i need to bury.

So

So

So...Where do you want to be? i want to be free, from the thought of how it would be to be to be free, so we could instead just see how it is to really breath something differently instead of the corruption we seed at an incredible speed, I'm try to proceed to see if i can suceed, instead of misleed not because of my greed. But because of my Need.


CHORUS

Now i seem to wannabe differently than anybody you see on the side of the street but i seeeeem to be... catagorized so viciously so viciously.

Now i seem to wannabe differently than anybody you see on the side of the street but i seeeeem to be... catagorized so viciously so viciously.

Verse 2

Okay, So you say 'Oh now what will you do? ' That doesn't matter to me, it's who i am inside and how i persue. I see the topic as it is truth, that path through the proof that you analyze the person before you analyze that things that they do. Try to subdue before you jump to conclusions of the views you've askewed. envision the picture that i've drew, and enter the eye of the storm, i emerge from the center born of ill form.
I was scorned for the fact i acknowledge all the reasons why i dropped out of college. Ya see.. they didn't have classes for me.. there was no class telling me each day the reasons i breath, little things like why my heart beats and why i continuesly strive to be free. So i turn from the scene to the only person that Sees. The M-A-L-E-V-O-L-E-N-T. DASH M-C, the axiom the master of my destiny.

Chorus

Now i seem to wannabe differently than anybody you see on the side of the street but i seeeeem to be... catagorized so viciously so viciously.

Now i seem to wannabe differently than anybody you see on the side of the street but i seeeeem to be... catagorized so viciously so viciously.