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Bhill Aug 2019
The steady chirping of the crickets
Is natures concert, without the tickets

How do they do it, I have to ask
Don't they get tired of their life long task

They click, chirp and clack, all night long
Hippin and hoppin to the same old song

It makes you crazy, I have to admit
I really wish, they all would just quit....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 194
Oh the sound....
matus michael Jul 2019
Walking Alone

Allow your broken heart to heal and begin to love yourself
It is with this alone that you will find the truest wealth
Walking alone Is strength
Thinking for yourself Is freedom

Listen

When friends were busy in the street chasing bread,I stayed in my room planning of a way to get the all bakery...
To walk alone Is bravely...
Many are bribed to stop chasing their dreams with money they call a salary...
To walk with the majority is slavery...
To follow the mass Is gravely...
When you think for yourself,you free yourself mentally...
Life is too short to follow blindly...
The toughest opponent Is life,this opponent does not fight fairly...
Even unprepared life attacks heavily...
Quitting Is not an option face every battle patiently...
Walk through your words practically...
Stand next to the sun,be the hottest and shine brightest like the planet mercury...
To be honest brutally...
Don't be like brothers that get the paper and turn on the maker suddenly...
Remember every miracle vividly...
Don't let love skip your memory...
Forgive easily...
Act kindly...
And rest peacefully...

Allow your broken heart to heal and begin to love yourself
It is with this alone that you will find the truest wealth
Walking alone Is strength
Thinking for yourself Is freedom
You ain't real unless you stop chasing friends...
Thinking for yourself,make your own plans...
matus michael Jul 2019
"Bars"

"baking another rhyming style"

It's funny how people disrespect bee's after tasting the sweetness of honey
How friend's turn into snakes in the grass when the topic is money

Listen...

Betrayal makes family and lovers separate like the letters A and Z on the alphabet...
Life is full of ups and downs, let the ups encourage you to pray and meditate...
Life is too short to walk in other people's shoes, love yours don't imitate...
Our time on earth is really short like the morning dew that quickly it evaporate...
Keep on pushing the trial and error switch until your dreams actuate...
If you wish to make it from the basement to the roof,learn to take the stairs and let lazy people
elevate...
Blow like a suicide bomber until all your enemy's evacuate...
If you write, rhyme and sing always impress like it's your first date...
Doesn't matter if you are a ghetto child cause I have seen rotten seeds germinate...
When people try to sleep on your talent, let passion be your air and your dreams will never
suffocate...
Don't edit out the struggle in your music or poetry,struggle makes true fans relate...
A grateful mind Is a powerful mind so even when your enemy's win just congratulate…
To be honest,I cannot write like Robert Frost and john keats...
I just create my own writing style...
hannah May 2019
I use to sit on my couch watching Dance moms and desire the way their feet would move.
I always wished I would open up and ask my mom, but I wasn’t brave.
Finally when I was older I asked, little did I know she would disapprove.
I would keep asking and then finally my junior year she approved.
I went to one of the classes for hip-hop and had to try my best and prove.
I couldn’t help but realize how much I loved the way my feet groove
I am so glad my mom didn’t try to make that thought get removed!
This is just a fun little poem I wrote about my experience joining hip-hop<3
Alyssa De Marzo Apr 2019
Momma was born a hip hop head
She'd whisper beats and rhymes in my ear right before bed
We played dress up every day
she'd do my hair up real nice
when daddy had the good dough
mamma partied dripping in ice.
and even when the jackets were too heavy
and my braided head too tight
as long as I made mamma look good,
I was doin' alright.
How can I blame her
I only know pieces to her story
there were whole other lives
a long time before me
and to this, I owe her credit
not every day was a dog day
even when I didn't know what to say
I mean she gave me my words when I was four
it made life a little easier when raising the children she bore
And for as long as I could remember
or at least since the 24th of September
She spited dad
promised me she'd always give me all that she had
Wasn't long until she broke it
2 years since we've spoken
but we manage
Momma checked out
left me and my siblings behind
left me alone to make sense of the world with half of her mind
And so here I am now
ripped from my bed
An old beat drew me to write about the love that's dead
12:39 am
Good night momma. I miss you. Lord knows i don't want to but i do ~Your little girl Lyssa
Aaron LaLux Apr 2019
Another prophet who got his top knocked off,
this system’s toxic thought we’d found hope but lost it,
Nipsey Hussle shot down outside his clothing store Marathon,
live and die in LA grow up only to get shot down on Slauson in Compton,

and the irony is that he was taken out,
in the same neighborhood he had invested in,
from Proud2Pay to AfroTech Nip was a Community Activist,
in a system of force fed poisons he was medicine,

and maybe that’s why he was martyred,
just like MLK Tupac and Marley,
this is all real life in living color,
life’s not a Game but this is The Documentary,

every word true,

I mean do you,
think it’s just a coincidence,
that Nip was murdered when,
it was announced he was about to come out with a film,

about Dr. Sebi,
the herbalist,
who was also possibly murdered when,
he went public with claims of curing AIDS and other illnesses,

nothing random about this act of violence,
it makes so much sense when you think about it,
nothing senseless in the message,
I mean seriously think about it,

MLK shot on 4/4 at 39,
NIP shot on 3/31 at age 33,
why do the most violent things happen,
to the brothers that preach the most peace,

it all makes sense everything adds up,
but most will probably dismiss this just as another conspiracy,
I mean I guess it doesn’t matter ‘cause nothing will bring Cuz back,
RIP NIP Rest in Peace Nipsey another brother gone to young at 33,

and it’s all so eery it’s creepy,
all the above evidence plus,
“Having enemies is a blessing.”,
was his last tweet,

as the words of his last sound sit in my ears as they ring,

“**** I wish my n!gga Fats was here,
how’d you die at 30 somethin’ after bangin’ all them years,
Grammy nominated in the sauna shedding tears,
all this money power fame and I can’t make you reappear.”…

RIP NIP

∆ LaLux ∆

LA 2019
datanami Feb 2019
They Roll
Old School
Ice Cream
A Dream

God's Plan
Hold On
Calm Down
Get Down

-

Bow Down
Slow Down
Let's Go
Oh No

Locked Up
No Fear
Good Times
Lost Ones
16/64 Hip-hop song titles, sorted in mirror alphabetic (ascending by last letter)
datanami Feb 2019
Like Home
Day One
My ***
Come Here

Lights Please
**** Love
Hot Thing
Sweet G

-

Woo Hah
How High
I Wish
Kick, Push

Straight Path
The Truth
I'm Black
My Block
16/64 Hip-hop song titles, sorted in mirror alphabetic (ascending by last letter)
datanami Feb 2019
Flow 1
Bound 2
King 3
I'm Bad

I Tried
The Red
The Food
The Vibe

-

Black Ice
Think Twice
Slang Blade
One Life

High Life
My Life
Love Game
Watch Me
8/64 Hip-hop song titles, sorted in mirror alphabetic (ascending by last letter)
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