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"callin" poems
I walk inside, and you turn to gimme a look, Look who's talkin', homie, why YOU with your holy book? I walk with pride, with dignity, I feel like I deserve it, You think I'm full with violence, but where's that in my worship? Jesus brought the bible, Moses brought the Torah, and Muhammad brought the Qur'an, All those came from Allah. I know one day you'll realize, the truth was in the Qur'an, But by then... It'll be too late, Imagine what you'll have to face, Your punishment, in the grave, That even the, snakes will hate, But then they gotta tell you, you really deserve it, And you still  say, that I'm talking B.S, You make me shut up, just because of what I say, But who'll go with you, in your grave, You won't be able to blame your mistakes on those who just faked, Did I not tell you, you were getting tricked? Your ribcage will tighten, All the people 'ready left, Why would they care, of the punishment you gotta face? This is just an intro, My friend: listen to what I gotta say, Hell will come into view, Screamin'; You wouldn't have deserved this, All you had to do was just worship, All you had to do, was show Allah he deserves it, All the love and respect, you just had to show it, Not believe those who said, religion don't deserve it, You said you're not an Atheist, or an Agnostic, You said you're not a Christian, why didn't you become a Muslim? All the things I told you, were for this day to come, I wanted to make you, somehow convert to Islam. Tell me: Do you crave that punishment? Then why the hell you ain't gon' listen? All I want is best for you, you just gotta pay attention, You call for me, I can't do one thin', You ain't callin' him, who gave you everythin', Homie, this ain't a fantasy, You can't go back in time, You can't fix all those things, You just said you had no time, To worship him who created you, But when I say this to you, you think that I'm insane, Pray for your next life, not your worldly fame, They came with the message, but you never accept it, you said you don't need it, But now you'd say you believed it, All you had to do was just worship, but now you don't deserve it, Don't tell me I never told you: Just become a Muslim, All those years I tried, told you, you really deserve it, Now you're shredding tears only full of blood,, Told you they ain't Islam, they were just F'N up, Told you I was peace, now what you gon' do, I always only wished, for what was best for you,   Violence is not Islam, Terrorists are not Muslims, All they wanna do, is use up all their bullets, Keep calm, 'cause I'm a Muslim, not a terrorist, Hurry up, it ain't too late, look into Islam, 'Cause I know, you don't deserve ir, You're so lucky, you have the truth in front of you, You just outta accept it.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Did I Not Tell You...?
I walk inside, and you turn to gimme a look, Look who's talkin', homie, why YOU with your holy book? I walk with pride, with dignity, I feel like I deserve it, You think I'm full with violence, but where's that in my worship? Jesus brought the bible, Moses brought the Torah, and Muhammad brought the Qur'an, All those came from Allah. I know one day you'll realize, the truth was in the Qur'an, But by then... It'll be too late, Imagine what you'll have to face, Your punishment, in the grave, That even the, snakes will hate, But then they gotta tell you, you really deserve it, And you still  say, that I'm talking B.S, You make me shut up, just because of what I say, But who'll go with you, in your grave, You won't be able to blame your mistakes on those who just faked, Did I not tell you, you were getting tricked? Your ribcage will tighten, All the people 'ready left, Why would they care, of the punishment you gotta face? This is just an intro, My friend: listen to what I gotta say, Hell will come into view, Screamin'; You wouldn't have deserved this, All you had to do was just worship, All you had to do, was show Allah he deserves it, All the love and respect, you just had to show it, Not believe those who said, religion don't deserve it, You said you're not an Atheist, or an Agnostic, You said you're not a Christian, why didn't you become a Muslim? All the things I told you, were for this day to come, I wanted to make you, somehow convert to Islam. Tell me: Do you crave that punishment? Then why the hell you ain't gon' listen? All I want is best for you, you just gotta pay attention, You call for me, I can't do one thin', You ain't callin' him, who gave you everythin', Homie, this ain't a fantasy, You can't go back in time, You can't fix all those things, You just said you had no time, To worship him who created you, But when I say this to you, you think that I'm insane, Pray for your next life, not your worldly fame, They came with the message, but you never accept it, you said you don't need it, But now you'd say you believed it, All you had to do was just worship, but now you don't deserve it, Don't tell me I never told you: Just become a Muslim, All those years I tried, told you, you really deserve it, Now you're shredding tears only full of blood,, Told you they ain't Islam, they were just F'N up, Told you I was peace, now what you gon' do, I always only wished, for what was best for you,   Violence is not Islam, Terrorists are not Muslims, All they wanna do, is use up all their bullets, Keep calm, 'cause I'm a Muslim, not a terrorist, Hurry up, it ain't too late, look into Islam, 'Cause I know, you don't deserve ir, You're so lucky, you have the truth in front of you, You just outta accept it.
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til I get home and realize that despite making people laugh i'm all alone seeing images of chrome i'm in my zone suicide keeps callin me on my mobile phone friends turn foe round the globe I roam the oceans white foam sky so blue for a moment I forget I'm feeling blue in a sense that I can't comprehend whether or not dollars and cents and payin rent will get my sent 2 heaven so I do drugs 2 forget wait til I wake up nobody home back 2 the show I go buckle my seat and pray for good health on the interstate belt I'm on the road to hell
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
I Feel Good
Busy people… Oh so busy people…. You step real hard when you walk real fast With your busy scowls on your busy faces Making busy wrinkles in your busy forehead From thinking all those Wondrous… and Special… Busy thoughts… **** sho too busy to Make small talk… or Ask about… or Even be pleasant to Us regular people… Oh so busy… Would make an old man wait for 6 hours For the answer to a 5 minute question… Cuz you busy… Too busy to even answer the phone Especially…  If you know who’s callin’… Sho too busy…Way too busy… To answer For the likes of me… or even him… cuz That’s not what you busy people do… We should all Just be happy To have your Wondrous… and Special… and Busy self To be Ignored by But Oh Mr. Busy… One day… Mayhap… You will look up from your busy-ness… and Find that there are No more some bodies To step past real hard… or To dismiss… as unimportant With your busy scowl and busy wrinkled forehead No more callers To  ignore… or un-pleasantries to share Cuz you,  yourself,  have gotten Unpleasantly old And every body else Is just too busy…
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Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
Too Busy
the long day has given itself into evening she and i lay in eachother's arms beneath the traces of stars watching the lights of passing ships in the sea listen to the waves rock our skiff taste the salt air in our every sense and slowly the rest of the worlds fades from view to just us as our soft talking drifts through the hours she caresses my arm and laughs i breath her hair and all the scents of her womanhood and i feel like i could break with all the love i feel inside of me for her like a window to all the hopes and dreams i ever had telescopes into one moment any moment she and her hippie girlfriends are gonna roll in with sandwich's and green tea for the hungry masses and smiling they will pass the time talking and laughin with young voices and my neighbor catches them in watercolor a bright flowing device and masterpiece his old fingers dart over the canvas and you can feel the sunlight in his images you can hear the sweet laughter we wander long the back street with the open air market they are callin out in happy voices in the strong trade winds and don't cha know that its so easy to forget all your troubles and leave the whole world behind here in the ocean breeze here under a tropical moon they all end up sleeping in a pile on the bed i slept there too one hippie chick is living on a carnival ride with lifetime supply of cotton candy a couple of hippie chicks is nothing short of well....everything you could have ever wanted rolled up on your bed a tangle of dreadlocks arms and legs
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
tangle of dreadlocks
the long day has given itself into evening she and i lay in eachother's arms beneath the traces of stars watching the lights of passing ships in the sea listen to the waves rock our skiff taste the salt air in our every sense and slowly the rest of the worlds fades from view to just us as our soft talking drifts through the hours she caresses my arm and laughs i breath her hair and all the scents of her womanhood and i feel like i could break with all the love i feel inside of me for her like a window to all the hopes and dreams i ever had telescopes into one moment any moment she and her hippie girlfriends are gonna roll in with sandwich's and green tea for the hungry masses and smiling they will pass the time talking and laughin with young voices and my neighbor catches them in watercolor a bright flowing device and masterpiece his old fingers dart over the canvas and you can feel the sunlight in his images you can hear the sweet laughter we wander long the back street with the open air market they are callin out in happy voices in the strong trade winds and don't cha know that its so easy to forget all your troubles and leave the whole world behind here in the ocean breeze here under a tropical moon they all end up sleeping in a pile on the bed i slept there too one hippie chick is living on a carnival ride with lifetime supply of cotton candy a couple of hippie chicks is nothing short of well....everything you could have ever wanted rolled up on your bed a tangle of dreadlocks arms and legs
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(Speaking) I wanna be the best I wanna be the best like the rest I want my name to be on the hall of fame And I just want to be the greatest kings I want to win many rings To be the best You have to believe And achieve many things Ladies and gentlemen Mr jbird (Verse) I'm balling like Kobe I'm dunking like KD Greatest 3 pointer like S.curry I just burry my haters Rest in peace I'm so quick like j. Wall I'm hungry for more championship like Lebron I'm breaking records like melo I don't like jello Hello haters How are ya doin Do you miss me Cause I miss ya too fakers Hahahaah Let go (Speaking) Yo junior your the best Bring it back yo Come on let go (Verse) Pass the ball ***** I'm the best The best of the best Who messing with the guess I'm Kobe shooting from the perimeter Dunkin from the area yea I score 81 points against another team I score 61 points against another team I had a dream I gonna make it on the league I came in the league to win If ya tryin stop me It won't happen I gonna be on top Popping champagne with my wife Having a good life I won't think about my hood I want thank you all ya Ya haters said" I won't make it". Look at me now I did I just love you so much haters young junior hahahaha C'mon let go (Verse) Every summer My haters keep seein me riding in a new hummer ******* how are you doing I just miss you so much Kiss my *** Ya said I ain't gonna be nobody ******* look at me now I just got paid Ya don't have no words to say Every day I'm just chilling and lettin the money come to me I'm a addict to success My wife look so hot in the dress I just let my stress go away Poppin champagne Having a good life I'm not thinking about my hood I went to negative to positive nigga (Beat speaking) Yo junior, you are a greatest Yo bring it back bro. Don't stop and let pop this ******* C'mon let go (Verse) Believe is the key I achieve many things I told my mama, I gonna be a greatest like mj, magic, pippen, Kareem, bill, and big Shaq I came young in the game Ya gonna be the same I swish to the next lane Yea I'm going insane Winning is all I do Ya better go home Cause ya won't stop me to reach my goal Imma teach you how to win Just follow my lead I gonna be your nightmare sorrow Fans callin me hero My jersey number is zero Hello baby girl I love you You look beautiful with your hair net Yea baby you **** like my diamond chain All we do is win Win, win, win like dj Khaled Girl, you are my motivation My daughter is my inspiration I wish my grandpa was here Everywhere I go I want him to be on my game Screaming my name I keep having a dream He keep talking to me And he was proud of me ***** My team and I unbreakable Youngjuniorforever
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
I wanna be the best by: junior Mario
(Speaking) I wanna be the best I wanna be the best like the rest I want my name to be on the hall of fame And I just want to be the greatest kings I want to win many rings To be the best You have to believe And achieve many things Ladies and gentlemen Mr jbird (Verse) I'm balling like Kobe I'm dunking like KD Greatest 3 pointer like S.curry I just burry my haters Rest in peace I'm so quick like j. Wall I'm hungry for more championship like Lebron I'm breaking records like melo I don't like jello Hello haters How are ya doin Do you miss me Cause I miss ya too fakers Hahahaah Let go (Speaking) Yo junior your the best Bring it back yo Come on let go (Verse) Pass the ball ***** I'm the best The best of the best Who messing with the guess I'm Kobe shooting from the perimeter Dunkin from the area yea I score 81 points against another team I score 61 points against another team I had a dream I gonna make it on the league I came in the league to win If ya tryin stop me It won't happen I gonna be on top Popping champagne with my wife Having a good life I won't think about my hood I want thank you all ya Ya haters said" I won't make it". Look at me now I did I just love you so much haters young junior hahahaha C'mon let go (Verse) Every summer My haters keep seein me riding in a new hummer ******* how are you doing I just miss you so much Kiss my *** Ya said I ain't gonna be nobody ******* look at me now I just got paid Ya don't have no words to say Every day I'm just chilling and lettin the money come to me I'm a addict to success My wife look so hot in the dress I just let my stress go away Poppin champagne Having a good life I'm not thinking about my hood I went to negative to positive nigga (Beat speaking) Yo junior, you are a greatest Yo bring it back bro. Don't stop and let pop this ******* C'mon let go (Verse) Believe is the key I achieve many things I told my mama, I gonna be a greatest like mj, magic, pippen, Kareem, bill, and big Shaq I came young in the game Ya gonna be the same I swish to the next lane Yea I'm going insane Winning is all I do Ya better go home Cause ya won't stop me to reach my goal Imma teach you how to win Just follow my lead I gonna be your nightmare sorrow Fans callin me hero My jersey number is zero Hello baby girl I love you You look beautiful with your hair net Yea baby you **** like my diamond chain All we do is win Win, win, win like dj Khaled Girl, you are my motivation My daughter is my inspiration I wish my grandpa was here Everywhere I go I want him to be on my game Screaming my name I keep having a dream He keep talking to me And he was proud of me ***** My team and I unbreakable Youngjuniorforever
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Colorado,Colorado, I wish I was in Colorado. Where  puffers stand in line to have a good-old-time. I wish you were in Colorado and puff away your blues, and have a restful snooze. Where people laugh out loud and make their puffers' cloud. And people stop and stare into thought provoking air, and talk about the deeper things in life. Sensuous summer fills my mind between my munchies all the time. My tastebuds shout in glee with popcorn near my reach and soda made of peach. Colorado, Colorado, I hear you callin' me forget about that tree of good and evil be. And smoke away-at times- those nasty nursery rhymes cramped between folders made of black. Colorado,Colorado, I wish I was in Colorado to get a mountain high. Where puffers' stand in line to have a good-old-time... Since not allowed to light we're allowed to write: "Let the **** reign forever"
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Freedom-to-puff A Midwestern poem
By: Cedric McClester Your ***** - my ***** - our ****** gone Over 5000 people were there to morn So when I hear you callin him I get real torn And emotionally become a bit forlorn Your ***** – my ***** –our ****** dead What’s it gonna take to get that through your head Some blame it on the kinda life he led But I blame it on all y’all instead Your ***** – my ***** everywhere I go Our ****** dead - act like you know It’s become a sport or some kinda game To casually evoke his name in vain Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** is Turning in the grave site where he lives All the while wonderin what the hell gives And I ain’t jiving you I’m talkin square biz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** at rest After all he’s been through he deserved no less But y’all like to drop his name nevertheless No respect for the dead if I was to guess Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** died But y’all still call him like he was alive If the truth be told then you would confide Nothin I said can be denied Your ***** – my ***** our ***** too Carried himself the way most ****** do Pants fallin down draggin at his shoe Actin as if he had a missin ***** Your ***** – my ***** our ***** was Characterized by what a ***** does Everywhere he goes he creates a buzz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** see Met with a horrible tragedy So he’s not here he ceases to be Anything other than a memory Free at last free at last at last he’s free Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** gave Everything he had when he was enslaved Finally at rest in a six foot grave And all we’re left with is his name to save Your ***** – my ***** - our ****** through But then again I think somehow you knew To a ****** code the ***** was true Now letting him go is the thing to do Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** left But none of y’all act as if you are bereft Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** - my ***** - our ****** gone Over 5000 people were there to morn So when I hear you callin him I get real torn And emotionally become a bit forlorn Your ***** – my ***** –our ****** dead What’s it gonna take to get that through your head Some blame it on the kinda life he led But I blame it on all y’all instead Your ***** – my ***** everywhere I go Our ****** dead - act like you know It’s become a sport or some kinda game To casually evoke his name in vain Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** is Turning in the grave site where he lives All the while wonderin what the hell gives And I ain’t jiving you I’m talkin square biz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn (c) Copyright 2015. Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
OUR NIGGA'S GONE
By: Cedric McClester Your ***** - my ***** - our ****** gone Over 5000 people were there to morn So when I hear you callin him I get real torn And emotionally become a bit forlorn Your ***** – my ***** –our ****** dead What’s it gonna take to get that through your head Some blame it on the kinda life he led But I blame it on all y’all instead Your ***** – my ***** everywhere I go Our ****** dead - act like you know It’s become a sport or some kinda game To casually evoke his name in vain Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** is Turning in the grave site where he lives All the while wonderin what the hell gives And I ain’t jiving you I’m talkin square biz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** at rest After all he’s been through he deserved no less But y’all like to drop his name nevertheless No respect for the dead if I was to guess Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** died But y’all still call him like he was alive If the truth be told then you would confide Nothin I said can be denied Your ***** – my ***** our ***** too Carried himself the way most ****** do Pants fallin down draggin at his shoe Actin as if he had a missin ***** Your ***** – my ***** our ***** was Characterized by what a ***** does Everywhere he goes he creates a buzz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** see Met with a horrible tragedy So he’s not here he ceases to be Anything other than a memory Free at last free at last at last he’s free Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** gave Everything he had when he was enslaved Finally at rest in a six foot grave And all we’re left with is his name to save Your ***** – my ***** - our ****** through But then again I think somehow you knew To a ****** code the ***** was true Now letting him go is the thing to do Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** left But none of y’all act as if you are bereft Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** - my ***** - our ****** gone Over 5000 people were there to morn So when I hear you callin him I get real torn And emotionally become a bit forlorn Your ***** – my ***** –our ****** dead What’s it gonna take to get that through your head Some blame it on the kinda life he led But I blame it on all y’all instead Your ***** – my ***** everywhere I go Our ****** dead - act like you know It’s become a sport or some kinda game To casually evoke his name in vain Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** is Turning in the grave site where he lives All the while wonderin what the hell gives And I ain’t jiving you I’m talkin square biz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn (c) Copyright 2015. Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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(Speaking) I wanna be the best I wanna be the best like the rest I want my name to be on the hall of fame And I just want to be the greatest kings I want to win many rings To be the best You have to believe And achieve many things Ladies and gentlemen Mr jbird (Verse) I'm balling like Kobe I'm dunking like KD Greatest 3 pointer like S.curry I just burry my haters Rest in peace I'm so quick like j. Wall I'm hungry for more championship like Lebron I'm breaking records like melo I don't like jello Hello haters How are ya doin Do you miss me Cause I miss ya too fakers Hahahaah Let go (Speaking) Yo junior your the best Bring it back yo Come on let go (Verse) Pass the ball ***** I'm the best The best of the best Who messing with the guess I'm Kobe shooting from the perimeter Dunkin from the area yea I score 81 points against another team I score 61 points against another team I had a dream I gonna make it on the league I came in the league to win If ya tryin stop me It won't happen I gonna be on top Popping champagne with my wife Having a good life I won't think about my hood I want thank you all ya Ya haters said" I won't make it". Look at me now I did I just love you so much haters young junior hahahaha C'mon let go (Verse) Every summer My haters keep seein me riding in a new hummer ******* how are you doing I just miss you so much Kiss my *** Ya said I ain't gonna be nobody ******* look at me now I just got paid Ya don't have no words to say Every day I'm just chilling and lettin the money come to me I'm a addict to success My wife look so hot in the dress I just let my stress go away Poppin champagne Having a good life I'm not thinking about my hood I went to negative to positive nigga (Beat speaking) Yo junior, you are a greatest Yo bring it back bro. Don't stop and let pop this ******* C'mon let go (Verse) Believe is the key I achieve many things I told my mama, I gonna be a greatest like mj, magic, pippen, Kareem, bill, and big Shaq I came young in the game Ya gonna be the same I swish to the next lane Yea I'm going insane Winning is all I do Ya better go home Cause ya won't stop me to reach my goal Imma teach you how to win Just follow my lead I gonna be your nightmare sorrow Fans callin me hero My jersey number is zero Hello baby girl I love you You look beautiful with your hair net Yea baby you **** like my diamond chain All we do is win Win, win, win like dj Khaled Girl, you are my motivation My daughter is my inspiration I wish my grandpa was here Everywhere I go I want him to be on my game Screaming my name I keep having a dream He keep talking to me And he was proud of me ***** My team and I unbreakable
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC
I wanna be the best
(Speaking) I wanna be the best I wanna be the best like the rest I want my name to be on the hall of fame And I just want to be the greatest kings I want to win many rings To be the best You have to believe And achieve many things Ladies and gentlemen Mr jbird (Verse) I'm balling like Kobe I'm dunking like KD Greatest 3 pointer like S.curry I just burry my haters Rest in peace I'm so quick like j. Wall I'm hungry for more championship like Lebron I'm breaking records like melo I don't like jello Hello haters How are ya doin Do you miss me Cause I miss ya too fakers Hahahaah Let go (Speaking) Yo junior your the best Bring it back yo Come on let go (Verse) Pass the ball ***** I'm the best The best of the best Who messing with the guess I'm Kobe shooting from the perimeter Dunkin from the area yea I score 81 points against another team I score 61 points against another team I had a dream I gonna make it on the league I came in the league to win If ya tryin stop me It won't happen I gonna be on top Popping champagne with my wife Having a good life I won't think about my hood I want thank you all ya Ya haters said" I won't make it". Look at me now I did I just love you so much haters young junior hahahaha C'mon let go (Verse) Every summer My haters keep seein me riding in a new hummer ******* how are you doing I just miss you so much Kiss my *** Ya said I ain't gonna be nobody ******* look at me now I just got paid Ya don't have no words to say Every day I'm just chilling and lettin the money come to me I'm a addict to success My wife look so hot in the dress I just let my stress go away Poppin champagne Having a good life I'm not thinking about my hood I went to negative to positive nigga (Beat speaking) Yo junior, you are a greatest Yo bring it back bro. Don't stop and let pop this ******* C'mon let go (Verse) Believe is the key I achieve many things I told my mama, I gonna be a greatest like mj, magic, pippen, Kareem, bill, and big Shaq I came young in the game Ya gonna be the same I swish to the next lane Yea I'm going insane Winning is all I do Ya better go home Cause ya won't stop me to reach my goal Imma teach you how to win Just follow my lead I gonna be your nightmare sorrow Fans callin me hero My jersey number is zero Hello baby girl I love you You look beautiful with your hair net Yea baby you **** like my diamond chain All we do is win Win, win, win like dj Khaled Girl, you are my motivation My daughter is my inspiration I wish my grandpa was here Everywhere I go I want him to be on my game Screaming my name I keep having a dream He keep talking to me And he was proud of me ***** My team and I unbreakable
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She Looks Like a Tiger See how she places her paws so lightly, so as not to be heard. Silently, she moves through the crowd, head held high, today she doesn't want to hide. Depicted in peach coloured stripes. No red, no brown, no blue, no black. Today, is the first day she felt it was safe to show them. Asking for the first time in her life, for the world to continue doing what it's always done Lean on her, sing her our our sorrows so she could sing them back and pretend, that we could not see her scars. She has always been the brick wall. The concert hall The shoulder to cry on. The logic you would chase after with your pedestrian problems and she was the designated driver. But when it looks like you're a casual on bridges over troubled waters, there 's no one talking you down from the ledge. She would never have asked you to. Hannah, your name sounds like a semi-permanent tattoo. I hope that's what this poem feels like to everyone who hears it So that every time they think they know broken, they feel cold lines crisscrossing their body and can honestly wonder, was this feeling your blueprint. But I think you look like tiger.   And I know, I shouldn't give time to some little boys who refuse to use her real name because it fits her to well. Callin' her some emo, weak hippie freak. she's just looking for attention. Because when you're the first person to make it through Hell and back alive, you're a liar. A hitch hiker piggy backing on someone else's problems. But her arms served as straightaways for razorblades for nine solid years, and its no thanks to people like you she's still here. You think, she should be ashamed of herself. As if scars are a ***** in the armour. Like she was peer pressured into self-destruction and couldn't resist. No one asks you: "Hey there, wanna cut? Wanna, self-mutilate?" Just like I won't ask you not to hate the idea of someone being that low That every beat of the heart feels a little like ****** assault, and cutting was the best way she could find to say no. She looks like a tiger, and she didn't earn her stripes. People rarely do. But she has earned the right to wear them for what they are; Battle scars. Things she's long overcome. Her head is held high again. And I know, I shouldn't be wasting my time on people Who refuse to use her real name, but Hannah is still Hannah inside out, upside down, Backwards, Hannah is still Hannah, Even with her insides out, Hannah is still Hannah. She's still here.
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
For Hannah
She Looks Like a Tiger See how she places her paws so lightly, so as not to be heard. Silently, she moves through the crowd, head held high, today she doesn't want to hide. Depicted in peach coloured stripes. No red, no brown, no blue, no black. Today, is the first day she felt it was safe to show them. Asking for the first time in her life, for the world to continue doing what it's always done Lean on her, sing her our our sorrows so she could sing them back and pretend, that we could not see her scars. She has always been the brick wall. The concert hall The shoulder to cry on. The logic you would chase after with your pedestrian problems and she was the designated driver. But when it looks like you're a casual on bridges over troubled waters, there 's no one talking you down from the ledge. She would never have asked you to. Hannah, your name sounds like a semi-permanent tattoo. I hope that's what this poem feels like to everyone who hears it So that every time they think they know broken, they feel cold lines crisscrossing their body and can honestly wonder, was this feeling your blueprint. But I think you look like tiger.   And I know, I shouldn't give time to some little boys who refuse to use her real name because it fits her to well. Callin' her some emo, weak hippie freak. she's just looking for attention. Because when you're the first person to make it through Hell and back alive, you're a liar. A hitch hiker piggy backing on someone else's problems. But her arms served as straightaways for razorblades for nine solid years, and its no thanks to people like you she's still here. You think, she should be ashamed of herself. As if scars are a ***** in the armour. Like she was peer pressured into self-destruction and couldn't resist. No one asks you: "Hey there, wanna cut? Wanna, self-mutilate?" Just like I won't ask you not to hate the idea of someone being that low That every beat of the heart feels a little like ****** assault, and cutting was the best way she could find to say no. She looks like a tiger, and she didn't earn her stripes. People rarely do. But she has earned the right to wear them for what they are; Battle scars. Things she's long overcome. Her head is held high again. And I know, I shouldn't be wasting my time on people Who refuse to use her real name, but Hannah is still Hannah inside out, upside down, Backwards, Hannah is still Hannah, Even with her insides out, Hannah is still Hannah. She's still here.
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I'm snoozing my best in the morning Along about sun up, When I hear someone a-callin' Wake up, it's time to get up, I lay there stretching and yawning So nice to stay in bed, I see the Sun is shining Over the back woodshed, Crawling from under the covers Cheeks so nice and cool, When the Sun gets over the chickenhouse It's time to go to school, Then sometimes After I am up out of bed, The moon comes over The same woodshed, If I'm still And quiet as a mouse, I'm asleep before it reaches The old tinhouse. August 2, 1963
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You jumped into my life callin' me a stalker Grabbed my attention and made me your sweet talker! You're a raging fire on a winter night I didnt know how you did but you did it right! I understood that I had fallen for you When an idiot entered between me and you I tried alot to express my love to you But you still treated me as a stalker.. Tears of blood fell from my broken heart I never thought we would apart I knew they say love is blind But I had only you on my mind!! ----de3pak
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
A Stalker!
I don't even know why I do the things I do maybe it's true that it's all because of u then again maybe it's not, maybe this is all I got since u been gone seems to b the only thing I can depend on to make me feel better n I got no money for anything but n I got this feeling in my gut that it's not the way to go n I know that I'm making a mistake, but it's so hard to break free from what is just me being me trying to escape the memories of what was once we now just little ol me, lookin for some green grass n a shade tree . but u can't escape the changing season every single night I stack reason upon reason of why I don't wanna have to wake up all I've ever done is take up space I don't wanna have to face this bad place, I've put myself in I wanna b the one who's helpin,not the one who needs help I wanna b the one givin the advice. not the one payin the price of being the nice guy why try if u know u can't win? this has been, a good look into my heartbreak n hopelessness lets hope it's just a phase n there's better days to come, for the one who will never understand why u left in the first place leaving me to live out the worst case scenario... I survived barely thou so many sleepless nice wondering where'd u go how can u show such little consideration? disappeared over night. no fight, I know I didn't do everything right,but I tried u lied I remember u tellin me that ud always b mine, everything will b fine, n it'll all pass in time on the line..callin collect from the county cryin cuz they tell me,I cant go home for another 2years had to hide the tears,n the fact that I was overcome with fears, n frustration not to mention the devastation after get beat down for changing the station on the radio. little Wayne playin, over n over. sound of his voice I couldn't stand the **** POWER 106, THE SOUTH SIDE, N SAMANTHA!
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
When the cold hearted departed
I don't even know why I do the things I do maybe it's true that it's all because of u then again maybe it's not, maybe this is all I got since u been gone seems to b the only thing I can depend on to make me feel better n I got no money for anything but n I got this feeling in my gut that it's not the way to go n I know that I'm making a mistake, but it's so hard to break free from what is just me being me trying to escape the memories of what was once we now just little ol me, lookin for some green grass n a shade tree . but u can't escape the changing season every single night I stack reason upon reason of why I don't wanna have to wake up all I've ever done is take up space I don't wanna have to face this bad place, I've put myself in I wanna b the one who's helpin,not the one who needs help I wanna b the one givin the advice. not the one payin the price of being the nice guy why try if u know u can't win? this has been, a good look into my heartbreak n hopelessness lets hope it's just a phase n there's better days to come, for the one who will never understand why u left in the first place leaving me to live out the worst case scenario... I survived barely thou so many sleepless nice wondering where'd u go how can u show such little consideration? disappeared over night. no fight, I know I didn't do everything right,but I tried u lied I remember u tellin me that ud always b mine, everything will b fine, n it'll all pass in time on the line..callin collect from the county cryin cuz they tell me,I cant go home for another 2years had to hide the tears,n the fact that I was overcome with fears, n frustration not to mention the devastation after get beat down for changing the station on the radio. little Wayne playin, over n over. sound of his voice I couldn't stand the **** POWER 106, THE SOUTH SIDE, N SAMANTHA!
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Down in the ghetto, real ****** stand together Me and my 2nd in charge had an alibi that breezed us on through Sued the NY Times and their racist news for they had no clue about us The judge winked us both off and later was paid what he was due Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary No questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout, tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary I then asked a judge, why doesn’t the NY Times take a bribe, so they don’t need to report all da crimes I listened with intrigue and right away I saw the signs Then my eyes closed tighter, as I hear what he describes Judiciary started callin’ and Popo’s started fallin’ Shhhush . . . it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary Well the New York Times is owned by the Irish and not by a wealthy enclave of Jews I think I just made my very last mistake He fired a pistol from under his robe and shot me to da ground And I heard him sayin’ “Never **** with da men in da gown” Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary I’d asked to many questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary.
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
Never **** With Da Men In Da Gown
Down in the ghetto, real ****** stand together Me and my 2nd in charge had an alibi that breezed us on through Sued the NY Times and their racist news for they had no clue about us The judge winked us both off and later was paid what he was due Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary No questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout, tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary I then asked a judge, why doesn’t the NY Times take a bribe, so they don’t need to report all da crimes I listened with intrigue and right away I saw the signs Then my eyes closed tighter, as I hear what he describes Judiciary started callin’ and Popo’s started fallin’ Shhhush . . . it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary Well the New York Times is owned by the Irish and not by a wealthy enclave of Jews I think I just made my very last mistake He fired a pistol from under his robe and shot me to da ground And I heard him sayin’ “Never **** with da men in da gown” Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary I’d asked to many questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary.
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the boonies where you are in the outback, and the middle of nowhere, but y'all like callin' it "God's Country" because it's a place which is tended by God where businessmen have yet to overrun and ravage to fell forests,and clear acres of land for cozy developments and it's a place where you are dangerously closer to the wild elements and are self-reliant comfortably near to the natural free of the 'pressures' who could encroach upon your space and freedoms wow
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Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 1:43 PM UTC
outdoorsman
Ratchets are red ****** bags are blue Crawl in my bed Or I'll kidnap you It was just a joke Don't call the cops You're one fine bloke With nice high tops Yo hair is guuuud And yo body is bangin If I had yo numba I would Be callin and sangin But let me be polite Don't wanna scare ya off I want in my sight Yo pants fallin off Swerve
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Ode to a Handsome Boy
There's a full moon risin' in a blackened sky there's a full moon sittin' huge on the horizon sky. There's someone standin' on top of that hill could it be I? Hearin' music coming thru the trees dancing an old soft shoe arms held high silhouetted by that big full moon sky. There's a shadow bein' cast long thin and lean stretchin' out creating darkness, while illuminating light all around the shadow movin' ahead a thin strip of darkness and callin' it my life. Illumination darkness a small pin light flashin' on memories possibilities metaphors allegories waterfalls in all those exquisite present moments the poetry our flash light lightenin' And of course there's a soul could it be I? Dancin' that old soft shoe on top of that hill a moment's delighting in a full moon's night sky a risin'...
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
There's A Full Moon Rising
This is in dedication to Mr. John Grant a spokesman for Veterans for Peace local 31. When during the late Bush years we protested the Bushy Zombies in West Chester Pa. This took place every Saturday from early morning till around 4 or 5 pm. He keep saying, "They're drinking the cool-aid." P.S. Veterans for Peace is also national and is registered under the U.N. with its own magazine. This was poem was written in 2010 Besides it has a rap beat to it Lies ah decieven' our minds ah believen' by ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge Drive-by ah flyin' innocent babes ah dyin', while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge Blacks  against slavery racists say lazy, Jim Crow ah knowin', black vote ah growin', voter lines ah showen', black suppression ah growin', while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge Mr. sweater vest advisin' theocracy risin' ( Rick ******** gays cannot marry his heavy-load to carry, all Muslims are targets by his government harlots, body meedlers of women, no rights he has proven by ah drinkin' his cool-aid and eatin' funny-fudge Mexican Border right-wingers disorder, Jail complexes growin', their profits showin', public schools no maintain', corporate zombie schools gainin', while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge Corporations are people super-vote-money inclusion, Super Pacs' delusion, Democracy illusion, while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge Profits by Lockheed Martin perpetual wars embarkin', wars appeasin' without good reason, while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge No good reason callin' Wikkeleaks treason, while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge Houses ah runnin' from ex-owners ah gruntin', our lands will desert us whole nature unnerved us, while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge Street people ah growin' with hardly non knowin', parents ah cryin', hungry tots ah dyin', emergency rooms ah packin', it's healthcare ah lackin' While ah Wall Street ah hoppin' in triumph give-away-ah-hoppin', while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fridge Slave hours grind us while paychecks are minus, GOP congress never behind us, while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge, Zombies surround us to only remind us, QUIT DRINKIN' THE COOL-AID AND EATIN' FUNNY FUDGE!!!
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
Quit drinkin' the cool-aid
This is in dedication to Mr. John Grant a spokesman for Veterans for Peace local 31. When during the late Bush years we protested the Bushy Zombies in West Chester Pa. This took place every Saturday from early morning till around 4 or 5 pm. He keep saying, "They're drinking the cool-aid." P.S. Veterans for Peace is also national and is registered under the U.N. with its own magazine. This was poem was written in 2010 Besides it has a rap beat to it Lies ah decieven' our minds ah believen' by ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge Drive-by ah flyin' innocent babes ah dyin', while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge Blacks  against slavery racists say lazy, Jim Crow ah knowin', black vote ah growin', voter lines ah showen', black suppression ah growin', while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge Mr. sweater vest advisin' theocracy risin' ( Rick ******** gays cannot marry his heavy-load to carry, all Muslims are targets by his government harlots, body meedlers of women, no rights he has proven by ah drinkin' his cool-aid and eatin' funny-fudge Mexican Border right-wingers disorder, Jail complexes growin', their profits showin', public schools no maintain', corporate zombie schools gainin', while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge Corporations are people super-vote-money inclusion, Super Pacs' delusion, Democracy illusion, while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge Profits by Lockheed Martin perpetual wars embarkin', wars appeasin' without good reason, while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge No good reason callin' Wikkeleaks treason, while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge Houses ah runnin' from ex-owners ah gruntin', our lands will desert us whole nature unnerved us, while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge Street people ah growin' with hardly non knowin', parents ah cryin', hungry tots ah dyin', emergency rooms ah packin', it's healthcare ah lackin' While ah Wall Street ah hoppin' in triumph give-away-ah-hoppin', while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fridge Slave hours grind us while paychecks are minus, GOP congress never behind us, while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge, Zombies surround us to only remind us, QUIT DRINKIN' THE COOL-AID AND EATIN' FUNNY FUDGE!!!
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whats up comin at cha from a different perspective…… I don’t have to be a gangsta pack heat rock jordans 300 dolla feat ice coated nines blindin muthafukkas actin all hard causin a ruckus I roll wit style my own I made not actin like a ***** still getting paid I been married 10 years still eatin that same salad real love is better than ******* tryin to act valid see if fake *** **** is what you sellin my crew see threw be handed out honeydew melons I’m a new kind a rapper – See I help ya move and loan cash same friends since way back roll deep smoke **** life cheap retire neat buy a yatch drive a jeep grow my own still a freak I’m a different kind of rapper – you can call me Sammy T or MCDJPJS, if a please i bring it hard put ya on your knees have ya starin up, mouth all agape but when I still don’t touch ya you be callin **** try to knock me down like Cosby ***** I’ll trap ya sell ya *** to Pauly feed ya mushroom set you in a field play some grateful dead watch ya spirit yield Im a different kind of rapper –
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Different kind of rapper
there's a girl who stands around the corner protecting it like it was her border I walk by her every time that I'm leaving but everytime I wish to be loudly singing 'hey Rosie girl, Rosie Posie girl, come run away with me stop protecting your corner and we'll go be free!' I don't know her but I love her all the same the girl on the corner with the pretty flower name oh Rosie girl, sweet Rosie girl, come run away with me stop protecting your corner and we'll go be free then one day she was gone taken by the law away from her corner without sound or brawl they took my Rosie girl locked her up and ate the key and I shouted to the sky 'hey Rosie girl, my Rosie girl, come run away with me stop protecting your corner and we'll go be free!' then one day a grave marker showed up on th street to show that Rosie girl had finally gotten beat I cried about the Rosie girl that girl from the corner who protected it like a sentry at the border the mane of red and those eyes so green callin' out words that sounded mean but Rosie girl, my Rosie girl, was the sweetest flower in the snow too bad the government decided she just had to go I don't know her but I love her all the same the girl on the corner with the flower name oh Rosie girl, sweet Rosie girl, come run away with me stop protecting your corner and we'll go be free so Rosie's now an angel I know it like a fool with her wings of light and beauty to make you drool she's the sentry of the corner, of the border that's now spent but everybody knows the story of the girl who came and went I didn't know her but I loved her all the same the girl on the corner who had that flower name oh Rosie girl, sweet Rosie girl, I wish you had run with me forced to leave your corner and now you're gone and free
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 6:51 PM UTC
Rosie Girl
there's a girl who stands around the corner protecting it like it was her border I walk by her every time that I'm leaving but everytime I wish to be loudly singing 'hey Rosie girl, Rosie Posie girl, come run away with me stop protecting your corner and we'll go be free!' I don't know her but I love her all the same the girl on the corner with the pretty flower name oh Rosie girl, sweet Rosie girl, come run away with me stop protecting your corner and we'll go be free then one day she was gone taken by the law away from her corner without sound or brawl they took my Rosie girl locked her up and ate the key and I shouted to the sky 'hey Rosie girl, my Rosie girl, come run away with me stop protecting your corner and we'll go be free!' then one day a grave marker showed up on th street to show that Rosie girl had finally gotten beat I cried about the Rosie girl that girl from the corner who protected it like a sentry at the border the mane of red and those eyes so green callin' out words that sounded mean but Rosie girl, my Rosie girl, was the sweetest flower in the snow too bad the government decided she just had to go I don't know her but I love her all the same the girl on the corner with the flower name oh Rosie girl, sweet Rosie girl, come run away with me stop protecting your corner and we'll go be free so Rosie's now an angel I know it like a fool with her wings of light and beauty to make you drool she's the sentry of the corner, of the border that's now spent but everybody knows the story of the girl who came and went I didn't know her but I loved her all the same the girl on the corner who had that flower name oh Rosie girl, sweet Rosie girl, I wish you had run with me forced to leave your corner and now you're gone and free
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Got a Hellhound on my trail Devil Dogs locked on my scent Hears the barkin and yowlin Still runnin but my energy's spent Got a monkey on my back **** thing stranglin my soul my skins crawlin, liver aching self abuse done took its toll bill collectors keep callin dialin me up in real time debt for ill spent life past due bro won't spare a **** dime ol sun did rise this mornin Lord gave me one more day to see the light, set things right before he takes me away sick and tired of sick and tired can't play this tune no more take one step to a brand new life before I knock on heavens door Music Selection: Robert Johnson, Hellhound on My Trail NYC 3/19/05 jbm
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 10:04 AM UTC
Hell Hound on My Trail
Livin’ and breathin’ is all that I got Take a deep breath got my stomach in knots Can’t tie me down, no you can’t enslave me Hopin’ someone will come out and save me Fear and depression are clouding my head I’m closing my eyes, I think that I’m dead Fighting for sanity, fighting to lose Fighting for the chance that I get to choose Running from something I can’t recall Too many steps and I’m gonna fall The buildings edge is right in my sight One little leap and I can take flight Lost in the sounds and lost in the pain Know what I’ve done’s been done in vain I’m haunted by the past of me A ghost of who I used to be 
Their mistakes are all that I can see I’m running, I’m running I hate the scars along skin A memory of where I’ve been They’re white lined trails of my darkest sin I’m running, Im running Screaming and crying filling my ears Covered in burns from venomous tears Im breaking mirrors, I’m screaming in pain Can’t go on living, theres nothing to gain Losing myself in the ruts of my days Breathin’ in smoke with eyes blurred by the haze Once a week poison killin’ me slowly Devil on my back, they call me unholy No where to go, got hounds on my trail Begging that somehow I will prevail Imagine a life where I can rest Instead I’ve got this weight on my chest Got these voices, they callin’ my name No one around me, no one to blame I’m haunted by the past of me A ghost of who I used to be Their mistakes are all that I can see I’m running, I’m running I hate the scars along skin A memory of where I’ve been They’re white lined trails of my darkest sin I’m running, Im running
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
Run Away Train
Livin’ and breathin’ is all that I got Take a deep breath got my stomach in knots Can’t tie me down, no you can’t enslave me Hopin’ someone will come out and save me Fear and depression are clouding my head I’m closing my eyes, I think that I’m dead Fighting for sanity, fighting to lose Fighting for the chance that I get to choose Running from something I can’t recall Too many steps and I’m gonna fall The buildings edge is right in my sight One little leap and I can take flight Lost in the sounds and lost in the pain Know what I’ve done’s been done in vain I’m haunted by the past of me A ghost of who I used to be 
Their mistakes are all that I can see I’m running, I’m running I hate the scars along skin A memory of where I’ve been They’re white lined trails of my darkest sin I’m running, Im running Screaming and crying filling my ears Covered in burns from venomous tears Im breaking mirrors, I’m screaming in pain Can’t go on living, theres nothing to gain Losing myself in the ruts of my days Breathin’ in smoke with eyes blurred by the haze Once a week poison killin’ me slowly Devil on my back, they call me unholy No where to go, got hounds on my trail Begging that somehow I will prevail Imagine a life where I can rest Instead I’ve got this weight on my chest Got these voices, they callin’ my name No one around me, no one to blame I’m haunted by the past of me A ghost of who I used to be Their mistakes are all that I can see I’m running, I’m running I hate the scars along skin A memory of where I’ve been They’re white lined trails of my darkest sin I’m running, Im running
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Poem Sanged Daddy.Vibes..(written for someone I know and I feel their pain so) Listen.. hold me close and not far.. plz. hold me close to you. Don't reach for me and be too far.. I'm just getting to know you and who you are. i'm just getting to know you. Hold me close and not far. Your the reason why i am who i am. why some things are the way they are. So hold me closer. I want that attention.. Oh must I mention i wanna know you. I'm calling repeatedly. I know i don't get answers every time. hold me closer. But its been way too long. pick up the phone, your important to me. and I've waited my whole life long. To kno who you are mr. Don't wanna seem desperate But I'm a part of you, you you and I wanna get to know you. Mr. busy busy busy I wanna know who you are pic up the phone. I want to hear you talk to me. Mr. talk to me.. oh I'm still calling you. Something in my soul. got me callin you. something in my soul. got me seekin searching longin to get to know you. Mr. Come through.. My Dna has much to say.. its in my soul Mr. see about me.. give a care I pray! Finding a Long lost pops. by selinashardaye
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May 26, 2022
May 26, 2022 at 7:00 PM UTC
Finding Mr.
Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. X2 How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. I was just reppin it You cannot step to it, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres! like Meek I was just a lost boy Never understood the cost boy Never really worked a market But I never really liked the market I just wanna overcome the darkness I just wanna wanna make the sun shine I guess I really want love to be great again **** all this hate again Cause I see you're vicious like a shark is I am so done with the corporate mind Grinding machinery, that's not my kind You are not kind, you are so shy Scrapin the sky Fake **** and lies You think you know what I'm talking about. I am a poet with way too much clout. I hate the way that this hatred compounds, You're just a clown! You make me frown. Simultaneously Unh! Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. Ellen DeGeneres She's on my friends list! Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres! How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. Reppin this Emmy **** Dressing too fabulous, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres! I'm never gonna let my heart grow cold like that, Never gonna do just what I'm told like that That shit's old, my man That shit's sold, my man That shit's got us got us lookin' sideways in the fold, my man Cause I think I hear a higher callin Human race is fallin but you're stallin I know you don't think you're Josef Stalin But I think you look like Charles Ponzi, Oo (Sung) My girl's not a cheater So I don't think I really want to either I don't think I ever wanna leave her Iy just. want to. love, Said Iy just. want to. love, Said Iy just. want to. love. (And party hard.) Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. Ellen DeGeneres She's on my friends list Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres! How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. Reppin this Emmy **** Dressing too fabulous, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres. You should be jealous. Ellen DeGeneres. Reppin it, reppin it. Ellen. Loooooove
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Ellen DeGeneres.
Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. X2 How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. I was just reppin it You cannot step to it, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres! like Meek I was just a lost boy Never understood the cost boy Never really worked a market But I never really liked the market I just wanna overcome the darkness I just wanna wanna make the sun shine I guess I really want love to be great again **** all this hate again Cause I see you're vicious like a shark is I am so done with the corporate mind Grinding machinery, that's not my kind You are not kind, you are so shy Scrapin the sky Fake **** and lies You think you know what I'm talking about. I am a poet with way too much clout. I hate the way that this hatred compounds, You're just a clown! You make me frown. Simultaneously Unh! Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. Ellen DeGeneres She's on my friends list! Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres! How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. Reppin this Emmy **** Dressing too fabulous, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres! I'm never gonna let my heart grow cold like that, Never gonna do just what I'm told like that That shit's old, my man That shit's sold, my man That shit's got us got us lookin' sideways in the fold, my man Cause I think I hear a higher callin Human race is fallin but you're stallin I know you don't think you're Josef Stalin But I think you look like Charles Ponzi, Oo (Sung) My girl's not a cheater So I don't think I really want to either I don't think I ever wanna leave her Iy just. want to. love, Said Iy just. want to. love, Said Iy just. want to. love. (And party hard.) Ellen DeGeneres! Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres. Ellen DeGeneres She's on my friends list Mellow and generous, Ellen DeGeneres! How can we peddle this, Greedy degenerates? Mellow and generous, Mellow and generous. Reppin this Emmy **** Dressing too fabulous, Ellen DeGeneres, Ellen DeGeneres! bass drop I am not popular My, what a thot you were! You should be jealous of Ellen DeGeneres. You should be jealous. Ellen DeGeneres. Reppin it, reppin it. Ellen. Loooooove
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