My name is Marcarthur. I am a full time student at Syracuse University. I have no intentions of leaving this damn school until I obtain what I came here to get!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Kinda rough but wateva

U pick on me. Leach like u drain me
Thinking I've exerted all my energy
Throughout my day u prove me wrong
U take and take and take
U use my mistakes against me.
Corner me with my own gilt
Cause me the worst type of pain
Regret
It's not my fault
I'm only learning
But no, u hold no punches
Bashing me with hit after hit
Until I fall to your feet
Hold your head with pride
Gloating in your victory
Not knowing I threw in the towel way b4 the bell rang
Only I know your weakness
But I could never bring myself to use it
Something like a low blow, I'd feel less of myself
My love for you keeps me quiet
But soon my Patience will run short
And I say now, fear that day
Because not with punches will I bring u to your knees
Just with words , words of your own
The words you've made me less of a man with
In years u buy me out
But with my knowledge I destroy you
Your weapons seam so frivolous
U have no big guns
My silence had diminished them all
Up to date, you have all the battles underneath your belt
But the day I stand up for what I feel is right....
Is the day the war is mine...

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