pen prowess

People question Michael’s methodology like just listen to my poetic pedology, lyrics undress through my pens poetic prowess strangers now feel like a guest of the struggle because we all relate, even though I’m not a perfect man I’ll never remand the truth I’ll never ever spout and spew delusion to the youth, I’m like a mix of the dark, makaveli, bobby sands if you didn’t grow up oppressed don’t judge cause you don’t understand, I can still remember my mothers heart hurt when I asked her what’s a taig and a fenian her top lip quivered before her body uncontrollably shivered she couldn’t reply with the tears in her eyes, I was just a troubled ball of confusion and rage never understood why my dad left my at such an early age, couldn’t understand my cousin was baptised In his own blood, couldn’t understand why my friends where sleeping In the mud, this is the misery of living this fenian life instead of having pride it just devours the soul inside to have Irish pride you have to pay the price, why can’t I fly my colours when I respect yours why cant i celebrate my history when you burn and ignite hate, we got it all figured out wrong let’s scrap sectarian songs and hurling hate stop burning people who starved for us to eat stop beating us to silence in the street, the hate hurt you burn ignites the youth to be eluded from the truth just polluting and diluting them to be deranged but they now have an excuse, with an uncontrollable rage I can only sigh this 12 year cold called me a fenian bastard and he doesn’t even know why