Now, I'm here to tell a story
Bout some lessons learned shawty
I got me a tough crew, know what um sayin
We played da diss game, slaydum
Not one a da crew, brought da game shame

First, I dubbed myself Kang
I'm good, true! But didn't mean a thang
Then coughed ma gural Sumpim
She got da club thumpin
Put her own style in da game, bra
We still thuggin? Na!
She first coughed a little gural princess
Kicked in the castle, copped the Queen's dress
Took the crown, made her own success
Her rhymes get the heart pumpim
Much respect to me gural Somthin

Next, little siss picked up the mike
Jumped on the tandem, started peddlin the bike
Shawty's rhymes hit dem in da face
She rhymed like a ****, dresses in satin an lace
Mad props out  to my siss, Madison grace

I was alone,  like a stand  a timber
****! Forest on fire with Diein Ember
Laid down rhymes so tight
He'd have my back in any fight
I gotta thank ma boyyy
Gangstan whichu was a flippin joy

Otta nowhere swaggs a tru Gansta chick
Bustin rhymes en droppin dimes like she was Slick Rick
Wedyan be da real trick! Thanks gural slick

Finally, swooped the dark Raven
Rollin on 22's gatz a blazzin
Loyall to da shawtys
Flyin like a bomber on sorties
Droppin posers to der knees
Makin succaass  beg, brotha please

To all ya all I got ta tell ya
Would I do it again, hell ya
Um movin on to a new gig
Pull off my crown, plop on a wig
To ya readers out dare got some advice
Giv it a spit, it's Gangsta's Paradise!!!

Where do I start?
From the beginning ?
From the end?
From the moment I wished this would all end?
The moment that I lost faith?
The moment I lost hope?
Or the moment I lost myself?
Do I start from the first tear?
Or my first heartache?
Should I start from my first craving for pain?
Or my first feeling of shame?
The first time I fell hard?
Maybe I should start from now?
Never mind
I rather just skip to the end
Of it all

Over time, he had become acutely aware that no one was in the captain's chair.
“****!” he growled.  “No wonder we keep losing our way.”
“Yes,” said the voice.
“No wonder we keep running aground!”
“No wonder,” said the voice.  
“And just look at that messy trail of destruction we left in our wake...”  He winced.
“Indeed,” replied the voice.
“SOMEONE SHOULD TAKE CONTROL OF THIS VESSEL!!” he pronounced.

There was a long pause.

“...that someone is ME, isn't it?”
“Of course,” said the voice.  “Time to be a man.”
“Yes,” he answered quietly.  “Time to be a man.”

Why God?
Why?
People ask him.
When terrible things affects them.

He's God.
I question not what he do.
Or decisions he makes.

He determine our time on earth.
Which we should cherish while here.

He's God.
A spiritual Wonder.

When death comes to us.
We cry.
Then some wonder why?
As if they don't realize his reasons.

He deals with our hurt.
When we can't.
He see, who's strong enough to carry on?
When we lose a love one.

He's God.
He loves us more then a million times.

To ask him anything about his decision making.
Means, we trying to read the mind of him.
Like he does us.

He's the creator.
He's our motivator.
With the strength to elevate us.

Rise high.
And never remain low.
Cause God's kingdom is where we wants to go.

I just know.
He's God.
And I question not, what he do.

And neither should you.

I've been thinking of you
I've been missing you
And though my mind is ready to forgive
And forget
My heart can't seem to stop remembering
You broke me
Crumbled me
I hated you for it
I hurt for it
But I have this empty hole
That I just need to fill
Before it swallows me too

Won't you come
Through my door again?
Your face through the grating
Shining like a moon in the dark,
Among the stars no longer twinkling,
You've treaded on this heart
Leaving tracks; no rainfall
Will swamp the mud cracked dry,
Sunshine won't you come
Through my window again?
Your eyes the only fires
In my frozen Tundra,
Dark lands so vast
But only you
Can make them seem small,
This world devoid
Of your laughter,
Is no world at all,
Make me dead
Before I wake
If you are not here
For me to rise,
Won't you come again?
I can mourn no longer...
© okpoet

Could it be that I have fallen from grace?
That I have lost touch with the universe?
Losing my grip on this revolving place
I can not tell if I've been trapped, or cursed
Loneliness in the bitterest of forms
I'm suffocating in the angry air
As I'm spinning in this fast forming storm
I can't help but notice you're not there
Pleading to see your face in this grey sky
I'm not sure why I still seem to miss you
After your deceitful, misleading lies
I really should have been utterly through
But still I sit here thinking of your name
Sinking father into my pool of shame