Next to mr. homeboy
Sarah Ashby
Sarah Ashby
Aug 4, 2011

The DOT: Where dreams go to die
And people go to wait in line
Sit in plastic chairs for hours
Next to mr. homeboy
And some chick that never showers

I'd like to finish this poem,
But they just called my number

Peace out, Bitches.

Took my brother to the DOT and got bored. This place will drive you crazy. Hence "Peace out."
Homeboy was sure of his assurance
James Brian Ker
Feb 24, 2013

Home boy thought he was a killer
Kept a necklace round his neck

In a villa near manila
A strange accurance
Small body found dead
Little homey died underneath the currents

Homeboy was sure of his assurance
A good swimmer
His name was probably Laurence

He was just a few feet from shore,
When this Alligator about six feet or four,

His eyes went wide, bug eyed and crazy
This is when it all got a little hazy

ou a man when you go out cheat honestly homeboy you just accepted defeat you tell her y
Junior ideal craig

It doesnt make you a man when you raise your hand and say look baby im bout to make you understand because she opened her mouth and used her voice and yall didnt agree or make the same choice doesnt make you a man when you go out cheat honestly homeboy you just accepted defeat you tell her your sorry there wont be a repeat she falls for your lies and all your deciet baby open your eyes and begin to see that hes not a man he truely is weak he'll try to cover it up by being all sweet he'll do things he never does like rubbing your feet and youll fall right back in when you need to retreat kuz no women alive deserves to be beat

Im a freazy freazy deaky homeboy up in the sheets,
AKid NamedCarson

Middle finger to the clouds,
Carson holding it from here on down,
So fly was at first class,
With fine models with a nice ass,
Yeah, Yea my leathers so soft,
Im a fat mother AHH!!
But ill still be a boss,
Then I sip on ciroc,
Dealing on the street and selling that rock,
Then we see the girls on the block,
We take em off the block to go and suck some cock,
Talk down baby you dont know about me,
Im a freazy freazy deaky homeboy up in the sheets,
You know me if I go to jail,
A mill of cash just to post my bail,
And I come back and im like what the hell?
Fuck you with a uppercase F,
Knowing me ill be like the best,
Once you see that come holla back,
I said im the best even when I rap
Rap X Slacks!

Institutional homeboy.
Geno Cattouse
Geno Cattouse
Oct 15, 2013

Joe of to the poky.
Joe off to the pen.

Joe of the  booze wagon again and again.
Joe  fit shased and sailing, three sheets to the wind.

Joe swearing and cussing.
Joe  in the back seat.

Joe sits on  wrists. fingers all numb.
Joe tossin his cookies. Joe real  no count bum.

Joe know all the coppers
And breaks in the rookies.

"Hey rook" asks Joe " "can you loosen these up"
My hands been asleep since Henry was a pup.

Joe Bangles they call him and erbody knows.
That Joey cant get lit up  and keep on his clothes.

Institutional homeboy.
Going back to the house.

Three hots and a cot.
and wild  stories to tell.

slippers and tooth brush in an eight by ten cell.

Mr. Joe Bangles Dance.

The guy we all know or have seen in one form or another.
Stainless steel bangles are accessory of choice.
a homeboy fire brigade
Del Maximo
Jan 9, 2010

standing high atop
the place where he cashed his checks
armed with 5 gallons
Arrowhead's extinguisher
a hero in a bottle
he foolishly fought
the flames of civil unrest
then the roof caved in
good intentions killed in vain
swallowed by the fire pit

days dressed in mourning
haunting the cemetery
tending her grave's grass
grieving guilty tears of loss
for the young daughter she had
she was too busy
caught up in "bargain's" frenzy
lost sight of her girl
her 12 year old was trampled
beneath the lust of looters

gasoline cans brought
to burn the local market
were beat back badly
chased away by baseball bats
a homeboy fire brigade
"This is our market!
The only one in the hood.
It ain't goin' down.
We saw the news on tv.
That shit ain't happenin' here."

tales of rioting
the worst and best in people
national headlines
the leviathan rises
through the smoke, fire, and ash
anger incited
latent hooliganism
an unjust verdict
for police brutality
can't we all just get along?

A homeless homeboy,
Francie Lynch

I've a sinking friendship,
Torpedoed by the bullshit,
And listing.
The first mate mutinied.
Once a blood brother,
Like no other;
An intimate
At an imminent end,
An alter-ego
More than a friend.

I've been too patient,
Veered off course
With understanding.
I'm quite sure
This Pythias
Would run and leave me
Hanging.

I'm on a cliff
And won't hang on
To a blade of trust,
A fawning pawn.
He had my back,
I turn,
He's gone.

This partisan
Must part
A homeless homeboy,
A dissembling fraud.

No longer a mainstay,
He's insecure,
His equivocations
Make lines blur,
I don't believe
Him anymore.

He really needs a soul-mate,
Classmate, playmate,
But he's become a reprobate,
Lying prostate,
Lying up straight.
I'll drown my Boswell
In my inkwell;
No longer
An advocate.

The laughs have left,
Yes,
I'm bereft,
But I'll catch the wind.
My course is true.
This friendship
Can't be salvaged.
It's scuttled,
And I won't
Sink with you.

when homeboy hacks it up
Wayne Pritchett
Oct 5, 2010

im happy for you
even if your not with me
thats pretty hard to say
and even harder to mean
since im still intoxicated
from your bodies potion
drank time and time again
while our bodies where in motion
the solution to my problems
my sunshine after the rain
i cant stand to see
this chump steal my shine
treating you like a queen
dammit that was my dream
those were my hopes
now swirling down the drain.

you know this isnt right
that fool dont hold you
tight enough like me
not realizing your worth
a value more than a fortune
like that symbol that continues
im stuck in that groove
infinity ill spend
pacing tryin to figure when
I can put another bid in
to try to make it right.
when homeboy hacks it up
give me a chance
to show my change
to right my wrongs
and soothe the pain
caused by foolish games
immaturity made me play
I see the error in my actions
and I vow they wont happen
cause I don’t want a repeat
no more tears of sorrow
from hoes that cant compete
who I thought had you beat

until that day I sit
with a fake smile
and my tongue bit
cause im happy for you
since he is good to my boo
even though I hate the vision
of you huggin that buffoon
him kissing your lips
I almost vomit thinkin that shit
but I love you to death
the most definite end
so for the sake of us being friends
ill pretend to be happy for you

(c) Wayne Pritchett September 2010
I got a homeboy that say he a hustler,
C Alan Horn

What the hell happened to society.
Why are kids now the adults in the family.
Children never asked to be born or be here.
So, why the hell do you feel like they owe you something.
Kids having kids.
Never made any sense to me either.
There’s no one to learn from these days.
There are no more leaders.
No more proud fathers,
Now they are just too proud.
No more loving mothers,
Too damn busy or ratchet and loud.
Peace is all people ask for,
But ironically screaming it loud disturbing the peace.
Yelling out for help to the government,
While accepting the rights they pull from under our feet.
Why is it that when we need, prices sky rocket like weeds?
Then the process and progress of wants takes the lead to mal-nourishly feed our greeds,
Putting us in turbulent positions like taking chances that can result in death or prison.
Not many to teach us to think about consequences before risky decisions,
Then we bow down pray on our knees then ask for forgiveness…
It all seems back-assward to me!
The more we try to define ourselves the more we drown in our own confusion.
When they convinced us that our fight was imaginary we started fighting amongst ourselves, no contest, but you keep fishing for winners and losers.
I got a homegirl that say she a MC,
But all she knows how to do is Make Children.
I got a homeboy that say he a hustler,
But its just them lies he be pushin’.
Some think they gangstas,
But they have a full time job.
Ma could’ve taken the MCAT or passed the BAR,
But she became a single mom.
You must change your frequency in order for you to evolve.
Before the unravelling of evolution leaves us all putrefied, closer to JAH.
Ass Backwards.

An entry from the book, "Apocalyptic" by C. Alan Horn. Coming Soon!
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Homeboy walks the green mile.
The DedPoet

You pulled up to one homie
And he showed you rags,
Bloody rainbows, spray the world
With gangsta tags.
And for a while it was the smoothe life,
Never learning simple truths like:
Momma leaves a plate for her sinner,
Tear for the empty seat at dinner,
You take out a pound of good weed,
Thinkin the money is dope
Sewing no good seeds.
But the green has you with a smile,
Couldnt see that bloody end,
Homeboy walks the green mile.
You turn 17 and walk like a man,
Runnin the street thinkin u a baller,
Turning and burning like a wild man,
Moma wonder why her baby dont call her.
Take up a couple streets
Up to no good,
Wasting color on a rag
Only seeing one hood....

And you get caught up
Runnin the show,
Leave the world,
Freedom taken from your tow.
And you gain the family
On the inside,
Moma gettin older,
You ponder on that hood pride.
Growing worse in the system
Caught on paper,
5 years later working day labor,
The street calling,
Your meat crawling,
Falling in the old game,
But you get a fucked up atitude....
And wigh that fucked up atitude
You kill a man.....

"You never seen a man cry,
Til you seen that man die"

You have two kids you never met,
Time goes on and you grow regret,
You get a knock on your front door,
Two shots to the head,
Now your no more.
Your eyes fade into rigamortis,
Your spirit never settled up with God,
Slowly you drift into outer space,
Moma all alone looking at a powder face.
You never learned to love the ones
Who loved you in this life,
Family blood, at home a mourning wife.
Two kids that wont know Daddy,
Your end is come,
Your spirit burns sadly.
Take it to the next world.....
Your ballad is one and done.

 
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