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"ballin" poems
I remember what we used to be Swinging and climbing up every tree That time when everyone would go outside just to play tag Now all we got is 8 year old kids complaining about too much lag And all those ballin' teenagers saying 'We got so much swag' Now one of the only things you see Is teen girls selling out virginity 25$ at one time you could've almost caught a taxi ride from here to Tennessee I feel sorry for the next generation Swag ballin' COD players running this nation Now just give me one second of concentration heavy intake of breath Sorry, all the violence in the world has sent my mind through so much rehabilitation I realized everything we thought was right was wrong Simple math, it shouldn't have taken us this long But it doesn't matter cause everyone's taking a hit from the nearest **** These geniuses go and call others ******** Thanks, we're all mentally unstable and needed an excuse to be carted To the nearest funeral home Cause no one ever put us under loves dome Ding ding ding we have a winner Obviously the one without a ring on their finger Forever alone because others see them as a sinner When all they're trying to do is get another night's dinner 22 years from now we'll all be middle aged Stuck in a job wanting to be uncaged The worlds resources steadily going down the drain An we're all stuck on a one way train To hell or up above That's when you wish you'd just been born a dove Life's quite tough don't be late It seems today is quite an important date Though you've already come so far One day you'll be crying in a bar Thinking about your past when it was so easy Every day the wind was cool and breezy And you were swinging and climbing up every tree I remember what it used to be
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
Used to Be (Slam Poem)
I remember what we used to be Swinging and climbing up every tree That time when everyone would go outside just to play tag Now all we got is 8 year old kids complaining about too much lag And all those ballin' teenagers saying 'We got so much swag' Now one of the only things you see Is teen girls selling out virginity 25$ at one time you could've almost caught a taxi ride from here to Tennessee I feel sorry for the next generation Swag ballin' COD players running this nation Now just give me one second of concentration heavy intake of breath Sorry, all the violence in the world has sent my mind through so much rehabilitation I realized everything we thought was right was wrong Simple math, it shouldn't have taken us this long But it doesn't matter cause everyone's taking a hit from the nearest **** These geniuses go and call others ******** Thanks, we're all mentally unstable and needed an excuse to be carted To the nearest funeral home Cause no one ever put us under loves dome Ding ding ding we have a winner Obviously the one without a ring on their finger Forever alone because others see them as a sinner When all they're trying to do is get another night's dinner 22 years from now we'll all be middle aged Stuck in a job wanting to be uncaged The worlds resources steadily going down the drain An we're all stuck on a one way train To hell or up above That's when you wish you'd just been born a dove Life's quite tough don't be late It seems today is quite an important date Though you've already come so far One day you'll be crying in a bar Thinking about your past when it was so easy Every day the wind was cool and breezy And you were swinging and climbing up every tree I remember what it used to be
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First things first I gotta paved the hearse I'm digging an early grave hopin' my soul be saved Father tell.me why? You forbid us no one to trust Real friends turn to bustas jealousy keeps me strapped with my four five its only way to survive Will.I stay alive?? And make Heaven or stay in Hell Resurrected in Satan's cell tell me am.I wrong For hangin' with homies on the block Drinkin' Old E to Hennessey slangin' that rocks Stashin' loot in my socks I had no choice to options minimal what else can I do? Since the system is crooked I'm.crooked black Why every crime is related to Blacks When the biggest culprit is America I'm tellin' ya Stay loadin' the magnums put in the air self made billionaire we ballin' climbed our way to top no fallin', Its survival of the fittest from city to city **** nation touchin' the hearts of newborn Leavin' wicked souls torn I was born For this ludicrous I'm crazy the world don't phase me I'm trying to stack gs and grow my imagery In a major way **** what a hater gotta say I'm feelin' like Marley blazin' the blunts gettin' deadly Aim my trigger steady Crack open hearts of the Capitol hill Romanian Babylon you know the deal?? So many buried without tears so many livin' in fear I'm.coming back harder than Malcolm X **** stardom And if I die tonight no one will give a **** Until they cremate me throw my ashes in the sea Publish me and make a buck muthaphuck My enemies that try to keep grips on me I'm worm my free the Prince is back strategize my every move No rules to follow just more slugs to borrow Killin' the systems as moves I got **** to prove Settin' all.my demons trapped in me free Can't help it its the **** n Me
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
**** N Me **** N U
First things first I gotta paved the hearse I'm digging an early grave hopin' my soul be saved Father tell.me why? You forbid us no one to trust Real friends turn to bustas jealousy keeps me strapped with my four five its only way to survive Will.I stay alive?? And make Heaven or stay in Hell Resurrected in Satan's cell tell me am.I wrong For hangin' with homies on the block Drinkin' Old E to Hennessey slangin' that rocks Stashin' loot in my socks I had no choice to options minimal what else can I do? Since the system is crooked I'm.crooked black Why every crime is related to Blacks When the biggest culprit is America I'm tellin' ya Stay loadin' the magnums put in the air self made billionaire we ballin' climbed our way to top no fallin', Its survival of the fittest from city to city **** nation touchin' the hearts of newborn Leavin' wicked souls torn I was born For this ludicrous I'm crazy the world don't phase me I'm trying to stack gs and grow my imagery In a major way **** what a hater gotta say I'm feelin' like Marley blazin' the blunts gettin' deadly Aim my trigger steady Crack open hearts of the Capitol hill Romanian Babylon you know the deal?? So many buried without tears so many livin' in fear I'm.coming back harder than Malcolm X **** stardom And if I die tonight no one will give a **** Until they cremate me throw my ashes in the sea Publish me and make a buck muthaphuck My enemies that try to keep grips on me I'm worm my free the Prince is back strategize my every move No rules to follow just more slugs to borrow Killin' the systems as moves I got **** to prove Settin' all.my demons trapped in me free Can't help it its the **** n Me
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Kanye Got Got Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually, hundred years ago we were all playing flutes, we’re all guilty as charged even without proof, and then we play ourselves that’s the truth, because those in control have nothing to prove, They pull up the trains and tell us to move, get to your job gotta quota to fill, these politicking capitalists are making me sick, and maybe I’m one too and that’s why I feel ill, but I’m better than that getting better in fact, and that’s why my cup overrunneth when filled, to the brim ballin’ all in, swimming in sin still blessed as Mary The ****** first programmed device was invented in Baghdad, but we’re all caught up in these narcissistic sentiments, we’re in The Greatest Time in Human History, and all you can think is the narcissistic thought that “I’m sad”, Yeah we’re all sad, and that’s our own fault, got me mad as a cam in Baghdad, which I guess was the results, of being over optimistic with bad math, and being on the war path with a sadistic cult, but what’s the cult called, does it even have a name, and how’d it get Kanye, and what’s it gotta do with Jay? Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually… ∆ LaLux ∆ The New Book Is FREE Here: https://www.scribd.com/document/367036005/The-Sydney-Sessions-12-Steps
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
Kanye Got Got
Kanye Got Got Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually, hundred years ago we were all playing flutes, we’re all guilty as charged even without proof, and then we play ourselves that’s the truth, because those in control have nothing to prove, They pull up the trains and tell us to move, get to your job gotta quota to fill, these politicking capitalists are making me sick, and maybe I’m one too and that’s why I feel ill, but I’m better than that getting better in fact, and that’s why my cup overrunneth when filled, to the brim ballin’ all in, swimming in sin still blessed as Mary The ****** first programmed device was invented in Baghdad, but we’re all caught up in these narcissistic sentiments, we’re in The Greatest Time in Human History, and all you can think is the narcissistic thought that “I’m sad”, Yeah we’re all sad, and that’s our own fault, got me mad as a cam in Baghdad, which I guess was the results, of being over optimistic with bad math, and being on the war path with a sadistic cult, but what’s the cult called, does it even have a name, and how’d it get Kanye, and what’s it gotta do with Jay? Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually… ∆ LaLux ∆ The New Book Is FREE Here: https://www.scribd.com/document/367036005/The-Sydney-Sessions-12-Steps
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Ah... time to listen to my chill music Just lay back Relax Fall asleep.... "Give a **** what you heard Yeah, **** what you heard 'Fore this real **** kicked your whole clique to the curb What, what What, what But you don't hear me though Run up ***** to the death get gripped, my steeze is ballin' out Of control; what you know 'bout bubblin' Hustle bones comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Hustle bones comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Hustle bones comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Comin' out my mouth"
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
Grips
Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually, hundred years ago we were all playing flutes, we’re all guilty as charged even without proved, and then we player ourselves that’s the truth, because those in control have nothing to prove, They pull up the trains and tell us to move, get to your job gotta quote to fill, these politicking capitalist are making me sick, and maybe I’m one too and that’s why I feel ill, but I’m better than that getting better in fact, and that’s why my cup overrunneth when filled, to the brim ballin’ all in, swimming in sin still blessed as Mary The ****** first programmed device was invented in Baghdad, but we’re all caught up in this narcissistic sentiments, we’re in The Greatest Time in Human History, and all you can think is the narcissistic thought that “I’m sad”, Yeah we’re all sad, and that’s our own fault, got me mad as a cam in Baghdad, which I guess was the results, of being over optimistic with bad math, and being on the war path with a cult, but what’s they cult called, does it even have a name, and how’d it get Kanye, and what’s it gotta do with J? Well I guess They got Kanye, I suppose They’ll get me too one day, and I can try but can’t get away, because They get everyone eventually… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Kanye Got Got
The beginning of the semester your kicking *** The end of the semester your fading fast. The beginning of the semester you future is bright, The end of the semester dull dim light, The beginning of the semester your papers write themselves, The end of the semester you can barely spell, The beginning of the semester it easy to get up, The end of the semester you seldomly show up, The beginning of the semester the professors the best, The end of the semester their just like the rest, The beginning of the semester the classes are fun, The end of the semester your ready to run. The beginning of the semester you major ballin', The end of the semester you eatin' ramen, The beginning of the semester you can sleep without worrying about anything, The end of the semester you stay up all night drinking red bull and 5 hour energy, The beginning of the semester to the day of your last, I wish you good luck and I hope you pass.
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
The Typical College Semester
Shopping in discount stores living the unglamorous life, that's me It's not strife but rife, with challenge and epiphany telling me what I want to be no matter what I see in me now He talks to me like he's shopping for me comparing me to these other females must be making a lot of e-mails I love your voice, I like your hair, great body does he even care I feel like a product on the shelf is he talking to me or somebody else and now I'm in full blown obsession, no connection but Facebook messenger tells about his session and it wasn't with me, you see What to do, I don't know, he cast the hook, I wouldn't go just can't know what right but this feels wrong when I got home I opened the bomb, the wine and took a big slug worked better than his cyber hug and promises of massages check my phone a million times a day I'm as crazy as yesterday It just lies dormant in the night I can't fight I check the phone a million times Oh God, here it comes again I don't remember when I was so confused Should I have taken is invitation to go on that impromptu vacation? Up with his family, how awkward can that be, what to do I'd be ballin' baby. I can't afford it. I just have to ignore it and turn off, turn down that voice in my head that said: you must have him now you can't survive on your own you must belong to someone but I'm just fine with no one
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Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
Not a Baller, Baby
Now, I don't know if I can say this fast enough cause this boiling hot anger is what makes it tough. Cause you know I hate your ******* guts and you shouldnt be surprised that if you ever crossed my mind again all I'd be wishin' is that you'd die. Ya just a no good piece of **** cause I was still givin' you head while I was gettin' hit. I shoulda pulled a blade while you were gettin' it, shoulda been like fffft and cut off that little ***** Now I'm not sayin' you've got a tiny **** ya just like ya mama A PSYCHOTIC LITTLE ***** I know I'm ******* right, y'all are the same ******* height and I ain't stayin' with someone whose 5'4 for life. Somethin' that makes me real sick is the fact that I fed your *** while I put gas in that ****** civic. If I'da saved that cash I'd be ballin' & lit. If's, And's & But's -I don't **** with that **** I can't believe I kissed lips that only had purpose to spit. Cause all I heard outta them was "Oh, Baby!" & BitchBitchBitch. So lemme cut to the chase- I think you mighta liked it when she spat your own *** in your face. Now no ones gonna hate, but I gotta give a *** props That was a 10 pt head shot! So listen once, listen now I'm not bout what you about Baby you never shoulda had a doubt Or should I say little ***** **** it, I'm out.
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Honda Shitvic
My roommates and I congregated in our suite's great room and we’ll head out for dinner soon. “Have you ever eaten dog food?” Leong asked Anna. “No,” Anna answered, “it smells like chicken - it’s got chicken in it” “OOO!” Leong pounces, “Busted!!” “What?!” Anna reacts.   “How would you know that then?” Leong asks, doubtfully. “My mom told me!” Anna cries, in self defense. “She’s a vegetarian too.” “Your mom told you.” Leong said, like a prosecutor raising an eyebrow for the jury. “I just took my last English class,” I report, pony-tailing my hair, “my teacher told me - privately - that my writing destroys.” “Nice,” Lisa says. “Yeah,” I say, smiling and grooming with pride, “I thought that was a ballin’ complement and I’ve been riding that high.” “No doubt,” Anna says and nods. “My English professor..” Leong says, exasperated, “is driving me crazy, I’ve written three final papers so far and she’s rejected them ALL.” “Huh?” I gasp, “Show me one!” I demand, wiggling gimmie-fingers at her laptop. “Here’s a question,” Lisa asks the room, “What would you change about your childhood?” “I would have never grown up.” Sophy said. “When I was in third grade, in the UK, a girl in my elementary school, was murdered,” I reveal. “What?!” Anna says. “Oh, my GOD!” Lisa gasps. “Spill” Leong demands. “Her name was Kennedy,” I begin, “She was in another class, I didn’t know her but I started to imagine that I’d known her. I’d think of her playing on the swings in a yellow dress, in daydreams and in nightmares.” “I can see that,” Leong said. “I was flummoxed, at the time, how a family could lose a little girl and a president.” I added. Anna looked confused. “I was in third grade,” I replied, ”what did I know?” “Go ON,” Lisa prompts. “We heard that she was walking home and got snatched,” I continued. “Jesus,” Lisa said, shaking her head. “Although I never walked home, I was careful not to be snatched for a while,” I summarized. “I bet,” Anna agreed. “That’s what I’d change,” I said, “Poor Kennedy.” “People **** Lisa pronounced, and there was general agreement to that.
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Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 1:45 PM UTC
crimes and misdemeanors
My roommates and I congregated in our suite's great room and we’ll head out for dinner soon. “Have you ever eaten dog food?” Leong asked Anna. “No,” Anna answered, “it smells like chicken - it’s got chicken in it” “OOO!” Leong pounces, “Busted!!” “What?!” Anna reacts.   “How would you know that then?” Leong asks, doubtfully. “My mom told me!” Anna cries, in self defense. “She’s a vegetarian too.” “Your mom told you.” Leong said, like a prosecutor raising an eyebrow for the jury. “I just took my last English class,” I report, pony-tailing my hair, “my teacher told me - privately - that my writing destroys.” “Nice,” Lisa says. “Yeah,” I say, smiling and grooming with pride, “I thought that was a ballin’ complement and I’ve been riding that high.” “No doubt,” Anna says and nods. “My English professor..” Leong says, exasperated, “is driving me crazy, I’ve written three final papers so far and she’s rejected them ALL.” “Huh?” I gasp, “Show me one!” I demand, wiggling gimmie-fingers at her laptop. “Here’s a question,” Lisa asks the room, “What would you change about your childhood?” “I would have never grown up.” Sophy said. “When I was in third grade, in the UK, a girl in my elementary school, was murdered,” I reveal. “What?!” Anna says. “Oh, my GOD!” Lisa gasps. “Spill” Leong demands. “Her name was Kennedy,” I begin, “She was in another class, I didn’t know her but I started to imagine that I’d known her. I’d think of her playing on the swings in a yellow dress, in daydreams and in nightmares.” “I can see that,” Leong said. “I was flummoxed, at the time, how a family could lose a little girl and a president.” I added. Anna looked confused. “I was in third grade,” I replied, ”what did I know?” “Go ON,” Lisa prompts. “We heard that she was walking home and got snatched,” I continued. “Jesus,” Lisa said, shaking her head. “Although I never walked home, I was careful not to be snatched for a while,” I summarized. “I bet,” Anna agreed. “That’s what I’d change,” I said, “Poor Kennedy.” “People **** Lisa pronounced, and there was general agreement to that.
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Ladi J strong back 2 ballin Out here grindin harder than a crack head tryna get that rock Degree on my mind Forward track to my masters to master this game of gettin into a human mind Foreplay to the release of pleasurable success I will not have a mess on my hands Yeah I gotta plan Ladi J virtuous back 2 ballin Got it lost it got it now I'm back 2 ballin Ha ha I'm not tryna be like wale I'm jus tryna say that I have a one track mind Not tryna gain riches but give people the riches of having their sanity No fantasy Tryna make it a reality So lemme get back 2 ballin
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
Back 2 Ballin
How do you feel now that your ballin? Can you hear your fans screams, Cries, are they applauding? Are you a drug dealer, boxer, or literally ballin? Tryna be jordan holding on to spawlding? You ever think of the hookers that got genitals in their view 24/7. Aren't they ballin too? What about the mothers that are bawling cause they can't feed their children. God save us all.
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Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
Fallen Far
Dream works; Lion King Simba talks to Mufasa. That's when I pulled my pants up, and started fixing my posture. Then looked up above. I struggle with love. Struggle with hate. Hard to debate. Leave and change when I fall But I still wanna participate. 22 in 10 days. Turning 22, in 10 different ways A different shade. A midnight black, to a faded gray. I opened this chapter. Dressed for the rapture. Run and tell master. While they're telling Ima take it all to the pastor. Or am I dreaming? Wake up Wake up. Time to break up, from the shake up. Don't let em see you down, Get dressed, And put on make up. I'm evolving. Starving like Marvin. Sky is still calling My name ain't Jim Jones, but one day I'll be ballin'. Will I give back? No looking back. Dashing that. Getting older now; getting bigger, steady hungry trying to pick up the pieces. Pledge of allegiance to the money now. Now and forever. Finesse, but I'm still not that clever. One day I'll be; probably never. And nowadays 22 is still declared young. But that won't change me from growing, I won't settle for none. Nowadays 22 can feel old or feel young. With these 10 days left I know it's better to come.
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
10 Day
Gibbon minded giddy girl, Tied a ribbon upon a curl, Swirling divinity, In dervish fashion, Flipped just so, To highlight passion. Rouge flavored cheek, A chance at a peek, Of pink, and subtle Flora. And fauna freaks Clamber and seek Sustenance in skin and bone To lay and beg At each and every foot fall. Sanguine lips, And sultry hips, Move to the rhythm Of a butterfly’s dance. And per chance That I may find The root of her wing I shall fly once again In winged care Upon her currents Of flowing hair. Alas, it will not be so, For I am otherwise engaged With adulated stare Of the brown haired woman Dancing across the square.
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Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 8:21 AM UTC
Eye Ballin
Greatest Ever (GOAT) The greatest ever, don’t hesitate for the Haters, I stand here united in love, while you’re divided as the Equator, or better yet division equations, no hesitations I’ve got now don’t care who has later, baskin in the Florida sun while ballin’ in the fun, on a beach in Miami with my belly in the sand call me a Gator, got Florida sun shine in a New York state of One Mind, in California at Greystone getting more wine from the waiter, feeling like He-Man at Castle Greyskull getting great skull, both reckless and tasteful variety the spice of life I like to savor, and yeah they call me a player but better a player than a hater, and yeah they call me selfish behind my back then face me and ask for favors, but I cut through the BS with my lightsaber half Luke Skywalker half Darth Vader, with no time to waste and no mind to spare so catch me now or see you later, in the meantime you can find me at the beach, between just laid and self made plotting revenges and favors, went from being on the street on my *** with no glass to Best Ever, fully clothed now with all the bells and whistles from minor league to major, dressed the nines with my thumb on the button, and my finger on the trigger, and I won’t hesitate to detonate, on any fool that flexes hate because I’m the Greatest Ever, I’ll spell it out for you, G.O.A.T., and that is the truth, for real for really, I’m the GOAT, setting records and making goals, so while all the losers are lost in hesitation, I’m non stop always on the go, the greatest ever, don’t hesitate for the Haters, I stand here united in love, while you’re divided as the Equator… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
The Greatest Ever (GOAT)
Greatest Ever (GOAT) The greatest ever, don’t hesitate for the Haters, I stand here united in love, while you’re divided as the Equator, or better yet division equations, no hesitations I’ve got now don’t care who has later, baskin in the Florida sun while ballin’ in the fun, on a beach in Miami with my belly in the sand call me a Gator, got Florida sun shine in a New York state of One Mind, in California at Greystone getting more wine from the waiter, feeling like He-Man at Castle Greyskull getting great skull, both reckless and tasteful variety the spice of life I like to savor, and yeah they call me a player but better a player than a hater, and yeah they call me selfish behind my back then face me and ask for favors, but I cut through the BS with my lightsaber half Luke Skywalker half Darth Vader, with no time to waste and no mind to spare so catch me now or see you later, in the meantime you can find me at the beach, between just laid and self made plotting revenges and favors, went from being on the street on my *** with no glass to Best Ever, fully clothed now with all the bells and whistles from minor league to major, dressed the nines with my thumb on the button, and my finger on the trigger, and I won’t hesitate to detonate, on any fool that flexes hate because I’m the Greatest Ever, I’ll spell it out for you, G.O.A.T., and that is the truth, for real for really, I’m the GOAT, setting records and making goals, so while all the losers are lost in hesitation, I’m non stop always on the go, the greatest ever, don’t hesitate for the Haters, I stand here united in love, while you’re divided as the Equator… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Go on and take a second while I tell you a story The story bout a boy who wants to get in the glory trouble maker from day one, his mothers only son he'd be out gone havin fun until the day was almost done Started ballin in grade eight, wished he'd started ballin sooner as far as girls went, he was the latest bloomer Girls attentions what he wanted, can't resist them when they flaunted he found a lucky dime, and now his cousins basement couch is haunted Average grades class, this boy wasn't doctor needed to make some dough so he got a job at foot locker had two parents, but he hardly knew his father his dad had always tried, and that made the boy try even harder to make his parents proud, and so the story goes farther It seems like no one really knows how far their story goes Lifes a stage, you do your shows until the curtains close Back to this punk *** he slept his way through each class days started to go fast, and soon graduation passed He's as smart as a stool, and he acts like a fool, watchin clone high in a pool of drool, ya this fools a tool gets a a job selling speakers, the retailer's route meets a caucasian brother thats so white that hes out for two years thats his life, he works and he plays months start to feel like weeks, the weeks turn into days looks like his life is over, trains gone, he missed it but this boy flies first class, he at the airport with his ticket now hes in a town they call a city, all the girls are lookin pretty failures not an options, its time to get gritty cause... It seems like no one really knows how far their story goes Lifes a stage, you do your shows until the curtains close
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 5:52 PM UTC
No One Really Knows
Go on and take a second while I tell you a story The story bout a boy who wants to get in the glory trouble maker from day one, his mothers only son he'd be out gone havin fun until the day was almost done Started ballin in grade eight, wished he'd started ballin sooner as far as girls went, he was the latest bloomer Girls attentions what he wanted, can't resist them when they flaunted he found a lucky dime, and now his cousins basement couch is haunted Average grades class, this boy wasn't doctor needed to make some dough so he got a job at foot locker had two parents, but he hardly knew his father his dad had always tried, and that made the boy try even harder to make his parents proud, and so the story goes farther It seems like no one really knows how far their story goes Lifes a stage, you do your shows until the curtains close Back to this punk *** he slept his way through each class days started to go fast, and soon graduation passed He's as smart as a stool, and he acts like a fool, watchin clone high in a pool of drool, ya this fools a tool gets a a job selling speakers, the retailer's route meets a caucasian brother thats so white that hes out for two years thats his life, he works and he plays months start to feel like weeks, the weeks turn into days looks like his life is over, trains gone, he missed it but this boy flies first class, he at the airport with his ticket now hes in a town they call a city, all the girls are lookin pretty failures not an options, its time to get gritty cause... It seems like no one really knows how far their story goes Lifes a stage, you do your shows until the curtains close
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False reality Tons of casualties Thoughts eminence Linger a thirst cannot be quenched Ballin for all of my homies Ballin for all of me solely Family I'm ballin for fun Living and learning the game Glimpse of words gets you dazed Aren't you amazed that game I play Drill it till yeah after that inhale a jay Smoking till losing the day Smoking till livid the day I rock with all of my homies I rock with thoughts of controlling the whole thing I rock with thoughts of control I ball with thoughts of control Seese and gimme control Hostile take over gimme your gold Rearrange the game. Gimme all of the holds Makeover of the game Big king of the game Mayweather type of ********** Make piece with a pen Edgar Allen Poe types of analog Make peace and then end. Take over all of it man In Pieces I'll Leave My Enemies, I take hold. Leaving casualties, only to my enemies.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
False Reality
From my fiery bed I watch him take small steps He races back and forth Entranced deep in thought. I hungrily stare at his flesh One I wish were mine. I am a demon. I cannot own flesh. I take it with me to suffer. But the more I watch The more I covet his body were mine. I lick my lips in hunger Eager to taste such defined muscles. Awaiting the right moment to claim them. I stalked him Until he took a wrong turn. He walked deep into a dark alley Poor boy, if he had only watched were he had walked He'd still be alive. An eccentric, A ****** assassin. Waiting hungrily for his next **** I saved his body I claimed it. But I still took his life. Now I have flesh But will I be missed in my fiery bed? Oh, only if Satan didn't have more eyes I would enjoy the different tastes of my brethren My fellow deadly sins. Pride, sloth, envy, gluttony, greed and wrath They are very tempting To the human flesh at least. Will I be able to taste them? Centuries I've watched humans make the same mistakes Fallen deep within their desires. Violators claiming the Young's virtue. Multimillionaires seeking to expand their fortune. Angry men killing to avenge. How I have dreamt of living like they do. Taking bites out of temptation. But what I seek the most Is the hardest I can possibly acquire. I am lust. I cannot feel desire For I am desire. My perfect plan, It has failed. I wished my tempting snake called upon me. But I am that snake. All I want is the attention The want And desire.
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 6:17 AM UTC
ballin' daily wit my green ladyy!!!
From my fiery bed I watch him take small steps He races back and forth Entranced deep in thought. I hungrily stare at his flesh One I wish were mine. I am a demon. I cannot own flesh. I take it with me to suffer. But the more I watch The more I covet his body were mine. I lick my lips in hunger Eager to taste such defined muscles. Awaiting the right moment to claim them. I stalked him Until he took a wrong turn. He walked deep into a dark alley Poor boy, if he had only watched were he had walked He'd still be alive. An eccentric, A ****** assassin. Waiting hungrily for his next **** I saved his body I claimed it. But I still took his life. Now I have flesh But will I be missed in my fiery bed? Oh, only if Satan didn't have more eyes I would enjoy the different tastes of my brethren My fellow deadly sins. Pride, sloth, envy, gluttony, greed and wrath They are very tempting To the human flesh at least. Will I be able to taste them? Centuries I've watched humans make the same mistakes Fallen deep within their desires. Violators claiming the Young's virtue. Multimillionaires seeking to expand their fortune. Angry men killing to avenge. How I have dreamt of living like they do. Taking bites out of temptation. But what I seek the most Is the hardest I can possibly acquire. I am lust. I cannot feel desire For I am desire. My perfect plan, It has failed. I wished my tempting snake called upon me. But I am that snake. All I want is the attention The want And desire.
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All Ido is contemplate evaporate the hate that shades over my gloomy mind that rains over and kinda say, Hate to love and love to hate. Live passed not knowing the future wait, holding breath color changing face, Sick and tired, admire by those who shape me into a different place. im higher than the heavens gates, still feelin fire that burns in to agrresive state, passive and passin the judgment process into the ballin fist state. Stop messin and stressin im confessin im not in the bestest shape, dont remind me.
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
Frequent spores of Hate
Ref blows whistle: (Full Time Out) Me- My man curled, screen, then tried to do a slip. Size you in, and hit you really good in your lips. No calls guaranteed, from these wack funky referees. I’m ready to turn up on the court, bro, down with me? Juice- Hell yeah my guy! ****** off and attitude kinda tight. What a mess, Aye, Zay let’s put these boys to rest. Me- Straight facts! Next play they’re running flat. The next time he do that, we’ll lay him on his back. Time to respond. I'll get the ball, hit a crossover, and pass it through. Hit your shimmy dance, shoot and move, shoot and move. Juice- ***** you ain’t got to say -ish! I been ballin’ since 5th grade with the same tricks! With the ball gripped, and a fake little drive. Average 14p-10r-5a + an OG can still fly. Just observe, I’m about to send these boy my regards. Have the crowd singing, “Oh my Lord!” Me- Bet fam, love your crazy attitude! We gone gang up on these rookies and beat them by 62! Abuse them, with the upmost tempo vicious. Dunk, score, scream and shout make them feel like quitting. On Defense, guard #2 the short chubby dude. I’ll guard #32 that look like a raccoon. Go man to man with the little peasants. When it’s all said and done, give these fools zero leg room exits. Juice- I'm dunking on chumps like O’Neal , offense-defense real! Got ice in my veins from the thrill when I block and steal! These little boys can’t stop me for -ish! With my corner 3-pt nasty wet jumper, they gone have to recover. Yup, make them suffer. We dangerous! Whole team will lose confidence dawg, big trust! Now let’s just chill, relax, stay focus no relapse, watch our backs, but aye fam… where the ball at? Ref blows whistle: (Ball in!)
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Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 8:43 PM UTC
Let me shoot 🏀
Ref blows whistle: (Full Time Out) Me- My man curled, screen, then tried to do a slip. Size you in, and hit you really good in your lips. No calls guaranteed, from these wack funky referees. I’m ready to turn up on the court, bro, down with me? Juice- Hell yeah my guy! ****** off and attitude kinda tight. What a mess, Aye, Zay let’s put these boys to rest. Me- Straight facts! Next play they’re running flat. The next time he do that, we’ll lay him on his back. Time to respond. I'll get the ball, hit a crossover, and pass it through. Hit your shimmy dance, shoot and move, shoot and move. Juice- ***** you ain’t got to say -ish! I been ballin’ since 5th grade with the same tricks! With the ball gripped, and a fake little drive. Average 14p-10r-5a + an OG can still fly. Just observe, I’m about to send these boy my regards. Have the crowd singing, “Oh my Lord!” Me- Bet fam, love your crazy attitude! We gone gang up on these rookies and beat them by 62! Abuse them, with the upmost tempo vicious. Dunk, score, scream and shout make them feel like quitting. On Defense, guard #2 the short chubby dude. I’ll guard #32 that look like a raccoon. Go man to man with the little peasants. When it’s all said and done, give these fools zero leg room exits. Juice- I'm dunking on chumps like O’Neal , offense-defense real! Got ice in my veins from the thrill when I block and steal! These little boys can’t stop me for -ish! With my corner 3-pt nasty wet jumper, they gone have to recover. Yup, make them suffer. We dangerous! Whole team will lose confidence dawg, big trust! Now let’s just chill, relax, stay focus no relapse, watch our backs, but aye fam… where the ball at? Ref blows whistle: (Ball in!)
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From hood to hood you can catch me smokin' blackwoods to dutches & boone farm liqour quicker than Draw Mcgraw **** the law raw with this tale i tell no fails as i sail deep into the ocean takin' me to higher notion Of **** this! & **** that! so many don't know how act When fame grows it comes & goes from fresh kicks to calicos Pistol shinin' death waitin' for signs and i lay low  beyond the radar Keep my head above the waters still slaughter contenders they get no love from me my heart pumps faster than a hummingbird no koolaid too many gettin' sprayed over dumb **** butthurt over modest sentiment no time to repent cuz ill probably die in sin but then again ill be reincarnated as a human Which dates back when i was born full of scorn souls torn into pieces i patchin' up the scattered pieces Hear my thesis that i was made to be a culprit **** i can't find no peace went from a hoopty to cadillac to ******* in the back Chokin' on my nut sack  Now that im ballin' but still i find myself stallin' fallin' to stereotype Since I'm vigilant and ripe Listenly closely i don't follow the hypppppEEEE!!!!
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
Escaladors
"Twisted I'm Blissted Always on they wish list I'm Stalling He's calling On my Knees I'm Ballin I'm Fallen I'm Crawling They love to see me crawling I'm Crying, But they Buying The heavens above are dying No Lying, Aint Denying I think I'm Flying I wipe my tears they Drying Thank Goodness, you know me, never let go just hold me you're the only familiar face that know me Happy, you make me so Happy when the world outside so ****** Can't help it, wasn't born white collar But I'm smarter, I'll work harder For that cleaner respectable dollar Beggers can't be choosers I refuse to be a loser I pray, Every night I pray I'll make it to the top one day So I can help the ones who struggle to live the life they juggle. Ayyy"
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC
Rap by lil B
They call me Big Boss I'm the one that you don't Wanna cross *** if ya do There's a cost. To the ladies in NG Call me Big Daddy D I'm the one, everybody wants to be Come roll with me Come ride with me Baby come inside with me Just stay a bit and hide with me. I spit like Team Spittas We ain't quitas You know you wanna hang wit us They all wanna piece of us Just know this life is dangerous I'm mobbin Ballin Your girls always callin We just Kiss em Switch em We're never gunna miss em But I'ma finish this track And I won't look back Don't like how I spit? I aint gunna quit!
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
Call me
Talking to cousin. Told him I'm cutting. He just says. "What do you think grampa would say if he saw you cutting.? I broke into tears And now Im ballin'
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
Ballin'
1.2 million tickets each minute @ 2 bones a pop a nation in crisis gambles for ½ a billion while claiming that jihadist extremists are crazy – I bought two spent 4 greenbacks for a shot at financial solvency the ability to help my fellow man family and friends have the dream built with oak and mahogany – seekers freaking out as the jackpot grows no winners no turkey dinners just a mass of humanity desperate –
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
power-ballin'
What’s up with all these white walls, and why do they follow me wherever I go, at the house at the gym, at the yoga and music studios, and what’s up with this feeling, that the bigger the city the lonelier the heart, see just when you think you’ve reached the finish line, you realize that actually it’s just the start, because the bigger the walls are, the more I feel boxed in, and I become trapped, in the four walls I’m lost in, got in, around age ten, now everyone wants a piece, of what's reaped from the pen, Nice Win, that’s what I should call this one, if you’re already reading this, I don’t need an introduction, no other words needed, except “Congratulations nice win!”, now what prize would you like, as a consolation, “Well Sir.”, you replied, that’s tough to decide, when you’re hi as a star in a good constellation, and since we’re on the subject of constellations, what would you call ours, maybe Big Tripper because Big Dipper’s taken, I wonder if we could have a Mars, a Mars as in other planets, not similar but similar enough to get along, and speaking of getting along I forgot the subject, so now I’m Self Edited sulkin’ like Culkin Home Alone, but don’t trespass, because I’ve got ***** traps, if you’re not on the Guest List, then please don’t pass, because only thing beyond here, is white walls that’re real tall, which gives a feeling of total freedom, with all windows and no bars, no bars except these of course, didn’t mean that last verse as a dis, to every Bubble Gum Rapper, and especially to whoever’s at the top of That List, I wonder what you’d call it, it as in this, this life this waking dream, this moment in time we are all in, free fallin', hear the Devil callin', God too but I'm not ready to move, so in my body I'm still ballin', don’t call the enemy Hate, call the enemy The Darkness of Ignorance, which is ironic because they say, the Illuminati is actually the one that offends, living a fairy tale day dream, in this story that never ends, white clouds and white walls, good times with good friends, what’s up with all these white walls, and why do they follow me wherever I go, at the house at the gym, at the yoga and music studios, and what’s up with this feeling, that the bigger the city the lonelier the heart, see just when you think you’ve reached the finish line, you realize that actually it’s just the start... ∆ LaLux ∆ Get The New Book 100% FREE Here: https://www.scribd.com/document/367036005/The-Sydney-Sessions-12-Steps
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
Nice Wins & White Walla
What’s up with all these white walls, and why do they follow me wherever I go, at the house at the gym, at the yoga and music studios, and what’s up with this feeling, that the bigger the city the lonelier the heart, see just when you think you’ve reached the finish line, you realize that actually it’s just the start, because the bigger the walls are, the more I feel boxed in, and I become trapped, in the four walls I’m lost in, got in, around age ten, now everyone wants a piece, of what's reaped from the pen, Nice Win, that’s what I should call this one, if you’re already reading this, I don’t need an introduction, no other words needed, except “Congratulations nice win!”, now what prize would you like, as a consolation, “Well Sir.”, you replied, that’s tough to decide, when you’re hi as a star in a good constellation, and since we’re on the subject of constellations, what would you call ours, maybe Big Tripper because Big Dipper’s taken, I wonder if we could have a Mars, a Mars as in other planets, not similar but similar enough to get along, and speaking of getting along I forgot the subject, so now I’m Self Edited sulkin’ like Culkin Home Alone, but don’t trespass, because I’ve got ***** traps, if you’re not on the Guest List, then please don’t pass, because only thing beyond here, is white walls that’re real tall, which gives a feeling of total freedom, with all windows and no bars, no bars except these of course, didn’t mean that last verse as a dis, to every Bubble Gum Rapper, and especially to whoever’s at the top of That List, I wonder what you’d call it, it as in this, this life this waking dream, this moment in time we are all in, free fallin', hear the Devil callin', God too but I'm not ready to move, so in my body I'm still ballin', don’t call the enemy Hate, call the enemy The Darkness of Ignorance, which is ironic because they say, the Illuminati is actually the one that offends, living a fairy tale day dream, in this story that never ends, white clouds and white walls, good times with good friends, what’s up with all these white walls, and why do they follow me wherever I go, at the house at the gym, at the yoga and music studios, and what’s up with this feeling, that the bigger the city the lonelier the heart, see just when you think you’ve reached the finish line, you realize that actually it’s just the start... ∆ LaLux ∆ Get The New Book 100% FREE Here: https://www.scribd.com/document/367036005/The-Sydney-Sessions-12-Steps
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