The journal of Malik Hill
February 25th, 2007
If it wasn't for the troubles in my yesteryears
My present perception probably wouldn't be clear
But the mere assumption of what's considered as change
Isn't aimed to exclude nor remove the pain
Better yet: to reach success you must learn to live with the regrets
So when the tables have turned, you could relish the stress
I'm sure one's imagination could embellish the rest
I mean, I could express my adventures with death
At best, not to impress or be accorded respect
Which is a pricy decision if pride placed you in debt
Think about how many died, all to be live on the set
But... there's no regrets at the arrival of death
Well I guess we love to struggle, as we survive it the best
Yes, the fact is, the youth don't have a clear perception
Which is steered by an unclear sense of direction
Since inception their conception of what's destined was grim
Stuck in a world within a world where their chances are slim
"Base" babies that face daily life's blatant injustice
Born being controlled by the wickedest substance
And from this position of weakness their expected to function
Plus it seems their being bred for systematic consumption
Leading to politicians making their dramatic assumptions
Purely cosmetic to cover-up bureaucratic corruption
So in truth, the youth, have reason to be reluctant
To conform with the societal norm of said corruption
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