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marley dogwater Jan 2015
Snort repticalc and mashed up altoid
Have fun with some friends in God’s portwine stained forehead wrinkle
Imaginary time and poison thumb I like
Natalie rips some Earth nuts from soil
Ripping out the toxins and crackin it open with your her teeth
Clapping laughing and crackin nuts and cookin crumbs in pressure cooker
Bad dreams in your frozen water bed
Damp in the ceiling drip and trickle onto papas
bald spots, plastic mickey mouse cup collecting
ceiling leakage
peanuts and marmite froze over lickin frost
***** wrist grunk trash youre rubbing frolicly on the placid table
I cant believe the glass aint clean
Looking not out a window
But a piece of glass reflecting the city behind me
And my band fall out of place
When the old man sneezes
I get pushed aside because the marching band needs me to move and
Im only so talented
dead Chihuahua smell coming from the basement
a parallel universe where there’s one extra atom
with lana del rey on repeat
and jesus was a comic book character too
knuckles breathing fight stance
contraposto counter position backwards and
upside down rubber band army march
a thin breathing kettle with 0 durability
and a plastic bent tight so it’s white, pink, spotted
palamino dress and champagne skin
the damp gets to me
again again again
fingerless gloves for fingerless tom
Becca DeMateo Oct 2013
There are ******* everywhere why does it matter?
******* and *****.
Let's get it crackin'.
All the ******* where a mask.
It's only 12:30?!
I said salute...maybe in my head.
Water dosen't get bad.
I keep chewing on my teeth.
Did i hit your *****?
Me and shang's soul mates, so it counts for years.
If i could do my ABC's backwards i would do it.
It dosen't matter if you were listening, you failed the test.
There is a roudolph in here!
It's a toilet paper holder.
I trust you sweetheart.
You can trust me i'm drunk.
I'll hold it with my toe.
The cop can **** my ****.
As a :hobbie" i will  take small sentences out of conversations and make "poems" out of it.  sorry if this offends you. read on and read strong :)
Jeremy Betts Sep 2022
I catch myself sulkin' in a dangerous headspace far to often
Hope fadin' to nothin' as I witness this slowly becomin' a trend
Does life's chokehold ever loosen?
Possibly but probably only after recordin' just one more win
Does the fall from grace to then through the bottom of my rock bottom ever soften?
How many of life's knockout blows to the chin can I take before smelling salts are no longer an option
They completely stop workin', then, try as you might I can no longer be woken but I'm not dreamin'
I hate to think it but is my inner peace destin to be found in a cheap coffin from some morbid discount bin
Only then activatin' when they set me in and my body begins the process of decomposin'
I'm not that lucky, I already know how it'll end
Only leads to a destination for those with the designation of unforgiven
Seems like I was made pre-broken but more often than not the why is an overpriced question, so it's rarely spoken
How is any of this benefital to my survival and progression towards a vaguely promised fairy tail endin'
Feels like regression made it it's mission to win the tug o war competition and it's lookin' like it did while barely tryin'
There's only so far I can bend, destined to give in, I'm sayin' when with a voice through a digital pen
Regardless who's payin' attention, wether anybody likes it or not there's no stoppin' or dodgin' what's comin'
If history's taught me anythin' it's that there's no way this isn't happenin', it's both out of my hands and out of the question
I won't beg you to listen, the dead end repetition has caused me to bail on even the lowest bar of expectation
I'm not strong enough to keep goin', I can no longer pretend, can't count on myself to treat myself like a friend
I've never known or at least have forgotten how to mend, now I'm the firey wreckage of a doomed hydrogen Zeppelin
A bad idea tried over and over again, full send, hand your beer to a friend, yeah, we all know that definition
I'm a multi fasited paradox, like water and oil mixin', or a Christian followin' what Jesus was actually teachin'
Good and evil coexistin' under the same skin so there's a constant battle ragin' within
Given advice but don't listen, cost of hate skyrocketin' but I'm buyin' in without even researchin'
Ignorin' every critical warnin' while needlessly explorin' the landmine riddled mess I'm in
My own reflection is a poor representation, I begin witnessin' the facade crackin' revealin' a twisted perfection
But perfection was never the requirement, but still a required lesson
I couldn't begin to tell you how many times I was a dollar short of payin' attention
Realization sets in mid tail spin, lost all sense of direction, my guidance system way overdue for an inspection
But once again no one gets in even though I'm desperately needin' a licensed technician
My problems baffle the best of list of repair men to the point they go searchin' out a new profession
I'm an occupational hazard, a coward, findin' the bad in every good situation, a magnet for confrontation
Then I start thinkin', maybe my malfunction is beyond repairin' so I focus in on my masks restoration
The projection of a sane person is important as to not draw attention to this infection of darkness that's spreadin'
An infestation of my past, present and future anxieties manafestin', fear on every station, runnin' into problems at every elevation
A hate hate relation, both comin' from and directed at the same person
Cursin' my own existence as every action taken to better this god forsaken life adaptation only sees the situation worsen
What's the solution? Where do I even begin lookin'? Is there a guide I could or should be followin'?
If I told you hope was taken all the way back before my creation I'm sure it'll have you thinkin' I must be mistaken
But I have no stake in or reason to lie, no exaggeration needed when the truth alone is so friggin frightenin'
Don't come a knockin', you wouldn't want me to invite you in, the den is set up like a ***** dungeon
Horrendous ***** happenin' within these walls, under my skin, you couldn't and shouldn't try to imagine
It'll break you down like a fraction, plus, I can't say that I can see the attraction
You're gonna have to come up with an explanation for that one again, start from the beginnin'
'Cause I thought I made the warnin' clear, extra bold between each quotation, reiderated in every caption
Let me give you some life changin' advice son, run, don't look back till you see kingdom come on the horizon
I'm not one to bet on, a hopeless lost cause, it'd do you well to move on

©2022
katrinawillrich Feb 2015
**** monkey matchin
No silverbackin plus
Cents crackin
Legin generatin genesin
Kept revelation runnin
War paint tattooin
Dropped nitpickin
Not speaking for all seeing
I's
So **** that ind
Short e pro sent
Ridin' those who drivin'
Securin Isisin icinism
Goin' sketch fhiminism
Not scared to fold my poker
Face ain't evin though these
eight *****(is) grabbin
Yea that much baggin
up cruel indifferent
No difference
Just hook line skankin
Splish splashin groupie
Numeration
Won't color gender but hawk skinned race De baitin'
Outlivin' the momentiun
Bendin those poets brigade in
Coded runaway genius claimin sistym
Bro rexin, t burnin'
Cause Im beatin up
Atom baby momma
Metapen sweepin'
Follow him
Or her or them
Just stay the **** away from
Mygenes aint cells splittin eyes crackin'
***** you know you can hear
Me writin'
No x marks the bar outletin
Find another plug
Or source I'm not chargin
Will en riched by those
Germans who made the mistake
Of breedin' while sleepin'
Ima a boss that don't speak
Keep readin'!
This is
Cobbsland. Stop countin
stars shining in daylight poppin
science whorin metaphorin
Alien abductin
Yea, they love them some black
Womins'    shh its a secret          (ethnics ethics)
Gullah grainin
Freed my *** so my mind is
No longer trainin ill rainin'
laggin' no cadillac, no car, in my
dents in my
Accents indentin
I'm not from africa muthaphucka
But i represent
Kin clickin against
Genesin.
Moses Kashlink Jun 2014
Am Moses Makau Muthama a.k.a Triple M or M cubed bt simply known as KASHLINK!!! A Kamba by nature,born in Mombaxa around 1993,a saved christian wit God given gifts. I like socializin alot that guys mistake me 4 a 'player'!! Hobbies include: chilling wit pals,crackin jokes,watchin soaps n muviz,lstng 2 cool RnB's n Riddims,swimmin n playin soccer!! A die hard Man U fan indeed,skuld @ Bashir primo 07' n went 2 Kitondo Boys High xul 11' n did well thx 2 papa God! Currently @ JKUAT 15'. Am now lukn 4ward 2 leave a mark in the globe positively very xun! May da Lord bless de work of ma hands!!! Amen.
ME.
Jeremy Betts Sep 2022
The hardest battles fought are against the chaos found within the rubble of the broken.
Any continuation of this experimentation on the human condition hangs on the theory that an upcomin' breath will allow itself to be taken
Gift or not, presently present solely due to the repeat of a heart beat, reminded constantly it's never a given
Many a complication with said blood pumpin' mechanism ribcaged in, to many components either broken or straight missin'
Naturally raisin' an interesting question, does life support support life or allow it to get one last minute jab in
Seems it's a personalization and ******* of the punishment fitted for the crime of lyin' about livin'
Seein' right through the Facebook filter projection, doom sets in without the monitor screens protection
Actin' like spoiled, undisciplined children, often throwin' a tantrum cause we're all on the spectrum
All of us? Yes, everyone.
A nonsensical state of frantic desperation overrides conviction, dignity the next to leave the station
No thought put into what's bein' said even, flippantly askin' for more calendar pages to be added in on the back end
Wildly missin' the irony of spendin' life in line for the next death bed to open, prayin' the priest is well spoken
Choosin' then to allow the soulless prayers to begin, hopin' to pull the wool over the eyes of the creator of all creation
He's up there laughin' and judgin' from heaven, he ain't sendin' help because it's entertainment first, then maybe fit in a lesson
Feels like bein' held in a hostage like situation through a self inflicted condition with a loved ones permission
Ignorin' the DNR written up to eliminate confusion and limit any guessin' 'bout what the dead is thinkin'
Wishin' they'd let go, knowin' they won't though, love can make the right decision impossible to determine
It was always a bogus mission, there's never been no mention of direction much less any talks about a realistic destination
An unorthodoxed tug 'o war, doin' both the pushin' and pullin', can't recall witnessin' a win, I only recognize losin'
The matrix is glitchin', the vale finally lifted as nightmares come to fruition, crowdin' an already distorted vision
Depraved of nutrition, lose sight of ones self in the fog of sleep deprivation
IT'S THE SLEEP THAT LETS THEN IN
In a never endin' hesitation, becomin' one with the comman background vegitation
A threat of slippin' into a comma is beginnin' to look like my very real and inevitable conclusion
The Illusion is crackin' and the illustration behind the fusade is to heavy for some to take in
And if I'm not mistaken it will only worsen for here and we're only here cause you took for granted what will now be taken
WHAT WHERE WE THINKIN'?

©2022
dk Jun 2013
I used to live in an oasis
It seemed all around me, was nothing but smoke
Well, as soon as winds picked up
It blew away the mirage and left me with a ghost

So I wandered deserts for a time
It was a pleasure to burn
Ya know, ships at a distance
Have every man’s wish on board

They say no one’s ever made it to her heart.
I say no one’s ever tried.

I swallowed sand and fever
I traversed the stones of old
Harpies sang their silver songs
But my lust it runs for gold

So I walked the withered path
And I paved a road of veracity
As I approached her garden’s gates
My chest pounded with audacity

They say no one’s ever made it to her heart
All who journey past here die

My heart pounds!
And it pounds!
Baby let me in!
I’ve got something, that you’re needin’

I can feel the iron crackin,
I can hear the metal move,
I can see the emeralds glisten,
And not a moment too soon!

They say no one’s ever made it to her heart.
I say no one else is me.
Some bluesy lyrics.
yo the homie Juan C
pass the mic to me
so i wreck this beat
like SPC protege of k rino
hos call me mandingo poppin' ***** tapes demo
never rode a limo
only smokes primo n got pitches in otcos
8 bars make ya see the star im far from soft
f them boys in the nawf
woth south side ****** til we die
we ride with the hardest regardless
if they try to break our clique
we still gone spit ****
like a cobra ya know its over
once the venom in em then couple.of minutes later
finish em
mortal combat **** all the rats
despise chit chat call my youngest ** ***** cat
pack a black gat
we push loot in the golden regal
every thang we do is illegal
lethal
as gibson they don't want none
boys crackin' rhymes til the crack of dawn
then wake up next day just
to bust another one
my OGs rollin' with Don Key n Pokey
hardest in the pit
and if you disagree we make haters **** our ****
sloppy **** no ****
them ******* can lick the pigment off a ***** stick
but i play it safe n cool
cuz hos try to burn you
got it played smooth groove
to the sound bound to get down
if ya down bow down listen to the gun shots sounds
now ya leakin' where ya be speakin'
now ya body tweekin' n geekin'
soon to crossover
like epmd mic check ya know me my crew be
fascinating minds with our hocus pocus never lose focus
my raw raps got them nervous
got Juan C next to me
and got the tech services
and no playin now from the htown
still holding top with no crown
dont need a status we the baddest
turn the lane three wheel leanin' with bird chirpin'
still smokin' up the scene
with clip fully loaded magazine
glock cocked we aint gone stop
sip the prometh to the day i drop
dont stop
the music cadillac funky so ya know im gonna abuse it
drip up drapped out know what im talking bout
deep in the south we put guns in ya mouth
no flappin' we stay strappin'
like willis ya know whats happenin'
and we aint gone stop the rappin'
mad at us cuz we bring the real
o so real make every nation feel
what them southern slangers do
dangerous as the Bronx Zoo
what ya wanna do
with stay with more than sun tzu when death comes to you
them boys n blue
cant save u
on the mic i gets wicked after a meal ticket sadistic
as charlie manson
got a twenty two mansion
followed a long benz with the big blue lens
zero percent window
so i can smoke my indow
what they dont know wont show
follow the peckin' order my game smarter
jaun n yosef isthe real hip hop martyrs
and we ready to battle
sogo ahead and shake ya rattle
cuz we'll be quick to slaughter


yea man let me come through
versace with the blue
jeans coming clean sip lean
with an ounze of promethazine fiends
be on the look out
cuz ya know im about
to clown harder than Corey Holcomb
boys gettin' dumb dumb
got hos thats chewin bubble gum
shakim' *** too fast
make a ***** urge for a ***** lick
yea im rollin' with the *******
up clique we sick
as a muthafucka
enticin' all types of diseases
cuz the lyrical content pleases
many foes and hoes
i wear baggy clothes with jabos
dont ya know
im rap don vito stack chips like frito
lay i parlay
on sittin on the dock of the bay
jammin k
or that *****
htown is how we do?
ride ***** with the bulls
euro grills caprice with pipes made of steel
o so real still
got every nation on they feet
they cant feel
this uh coming down on ya blvd
ya can see me on tv or 60 inch screens dvd
**** blue rays i rock ray ban shays
like Mj ya can catch me on a fade
doing what i do in the paint
with a Styrofoam cup full of drank
grams of dank
smoke so much we cant think
eyes cant blink im on the brink
of an overdose
ya suppose to rock the flows like me
im like biggie
spittin the classic mr magic
girls call my **** game fantastic
stretch ***** holes like elastic
leave her visions plastered
like she drunk as ****
im pushin luck six flat riding a black truck
40 oz in the gut gangsta strut
im the best ***** whatttt?
im ina rage one luv to homies
in the cage
when i hit the stage
ya know the crowds gone get wild
im flagrant like a fouls problem child
use my cash bills to fans thrills
no spills on *******
ya know the deal
hos be reachin' still teachin'
n im all about mass appeal
i spur with emotions, drinkin lots potions feeelin nautious yet still hopin,to come out this truth i cant stomach like vommit.
sick with the love bites im  scratchin, feeling whats left of my heart, a  fraction, my souls is cracked in, sea beast that dwells deep like the crackin,
my actions seem to hold no bounds,snortin pounds,
i keep gettin chained up like kratos, getting chased by hell hounds,
go around my mind, youll see a fault, of my own,
cant stand myself **** ***** im all alone
im pintched tight between **** i dont like,
i choose to be!! only me myslef and I be
dealin with drama , thats takin heavy not lightly.
just a thougth i always ponder.. to creek and somber,
into a sleep were river flows deep like my mind,and conscious.
i fight daily, mind body nd soul, im lossin myself im no longer a whole, ima shell of what i used to be, fill me up with slug, thats all i wish well...that you can recite as my eulogy..


BY: Emmanuel Jv Hernandez
5/23/14
Auroleus May 2014
******* on what you think
may or may not pass for poetry.
what is or what isn't poetry.
what is intended to be...
what isn't that was intended to be...
what is and was never intended to be...

I've written ******* YouTube comments
that drew my attention after having accumulated
enough attention to where I declared that there
should be a Poem here. Hell. They were easy enough
on the ears. It's all about aesthetics, right?
If people are going to like my ******* comments
because they make them chuckle or ponder their sanity,
who the hell am I to say they're not poems?
how many poets are out there who just don't know it?
the twitter-critters, the instagram-crackers crackin'
crack rocks in they black socks at a white sox game
yelling at the top of their lungs,
"Abreu ya filthy Jew, *******!"

I digress...
*what a ******* mess
*******, ye bandwitch
martin May 2012
weeding garden, beg your pardon
I ain't nappin, doin garden rappin
weeds are goin down to the sound
of the radio poundin,
careful so the fork don't go
straight into my big toe
got seeds to sow, watch them grow
add some rain and some sun
before the summer's done
eat them all one by one
then they'll be crackin, in nature's wrappin
but now refreshment's what is lackin
nettles stinging on my skin
time to go in, quit this thing
'cos it's energy sappin
and I gotta stop this stupid rappin
David Nelson Mar 2010
Waistin' Time

Wake up in the morning,
try to wipe the sleep from my eyes,
all night long its been a-stormin',
lightning crackin' the skies,
listenin' to the radio,
waiting for the sun to shine,
listenin' for that blue bird song,
just waistin' my time

Old man in the moon,
wipe that smile from your face,
there hasn't been any harvest,
feel like I'm runnin' in place,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin' my time

Take my old suit to the cleaners,
remove the doubt from my day,
you know some people can be leaners,
but that just isn't my way,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin my time

Since I left that school, couldn't follow the rule,
ain't never going back,
now I realize, they weren't tellin' any lies,
me and KC gotta get back on the track
and stop waistin my time

Gomer LePoet...

check out the musical version of this poem at my music web site
http://www.muziboo.com/DavisLight/music/albums/dave-nelson-which-one
Listen to stories as I spill
Cuz this something that's too **** real
Hard for you to dodge my lyrical collage
So step with me into this reality first
I woke up then I looked up
I see it's a l
Past quarter to nine
And woodys on
At twelve
But forget that verse cuz it was only the spirits in a thirst
Called up a few homies while I'm laying in the bed
Watchin' Wilma and Fred then a thought occured to my head
I told my boys we should go out
Maybe a stripper club or diner
But either way we need to roll out
So I got dressed made sure I was good looking
Check the mirror even it was shooken
Got a make move moving real fast ya see
Cuz I gotta my Posse to G -E -T

My Posse on MLK My Posse on MLK
My Posse On MLK


Now once I pulled up in the ******* truck
Ya know the big Tahoe where I tie hoes? Get it
Naw I'm just clowning thinkin a groove so we can start soundin'
Off to beat our vocals meet
We acting real silly up goes the dilly
They playing throwback of Magoo and Timbaland on the track
Way back up jumps the boogie all in me
Now I'm amped with my Posse
We ready to get it crackin'
And no stoppin' us G
Like Reggie Miller on three top of key
Where we all love to meet
We check each other make sure we fresh
Cuz the girlies love to test the way we dress
So we now in the street bass bumpin' with the beat
Gotta admit I had to roll up a swisher sweet
Nothing to see here haters cuz we gettin ready to raid ya


My Posse on MLK My Posse on MLK
My Posse On MLK


As we make into the club I'm feeling real good
But I hate that songs scrubs
Girls stop fronting djs cutting
Got everybody in the club jumpin'
Mens is grinding on girls behinds and
And there me and posse in long line and
Next thing ya know they move us to the front row
VIP status man I'm feeling the baddest
Once we got on set
I told the dj to change the rec so I can show em
How cold me and posse gets
Once I touch the mic their  was a long silence
Microphone screeching
But stop once the rhymes started preaching
Everybody nodding having a good time
Out comes the rhymes break em every time
Throwin' hards thrills so ya better chills
Or else my Posse going to rearrange ya grill
Now that ya in a trance with my music
That's makes ya dance
And all this time they had nothing to say
Cuz my Posse to Ill from MLK
David Nelson May 2013
Waistin' Time

Wake up in the morning,
try to wipe the sleep from my eyes,
all night long its been a-stormin',
lightning crackin' the skies,
listenin' to the radio,
waiting for the sun to shine,
listenin' for that blue bird song,
just waistin' my time

Old man in the moon,
wipe that smile from your face,
there hasn't been any harvest,
feel like I'm runnin' in place,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin' my time

Since I left that school, couldn't follow the rule,
ain't never going back,
now I realize, they weren't tellin' any lies,
me and KC gotta get back on the track
and stop waistin my time

Take my old suit to the cleaners,
remove the doubt from my day,
you know some people can be leaners,
but that just isn't my way,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin my time

Since I left that school, couldn't follow the rule,
ain't never going back,
now I realize, they weren't tellin' any lies,
me and KC gotta get back on the track
and stop waistin my time

Gomer LePoet...
Another of my songs written and performed by me. A song about making something happen instead of waiting for something to happen.
yea we got the new world order
controllin minds of sons n daughters
lost in the space no gravitation
but i know we in the end times revelations
knowledge levatitin'
around my head im half dead
gotta keep a watch for the feds
Cuz they love to catch yo bread
Peep me
They never see me
got my lil homie dark
Who like to get spark'd
then let the guns spark
to a hater
congratulations nigguhs
yall just up our figures
we outlaws and mobbin'
Entice blooshed **** world peace
Sometimes i feel deceased
Though  we crackin' soft shells
takin' over as ya loose control
stereo to radios even the shows
we dont care about the fame
we got underground monopoly
used to drive a jalopy
now im barely
seeing myself in the mirror
too much to clutch
too many riches to touch
and if you try ill leave u ******
rock harder than a ***** chick
me n dark like black n filipino chicks
***** galore yes I adore
but dont let that braille our score
they said we under one nations
but everytime i look up
im in a litigation
got me bent in 50 states
**** that im screaming **** life
til i touch the crate
from cradle to grave i was born to save enraged
tryna lock the mental demons in the cage
too many blind in the communities
im nothing nice like sugar n spice
re linked with coolio
ridin' with the gangstas in paradise


uh since i was raised an outlaw
******* to the law
we keep heat stashed unda the seat
then blaze a ounce to the beat
instrumental no sentimental
my lyrics detrimental
high powered and subliminal
turn maximals into minimals
blood thirsty
the game needs me
resurrection of hip hop
its in my brain
took a syringe
injected in
high funk overdose close
to crossing over like epmd
true mc of the century
through this life of treachery
i find unity
with my conscious block out the nonsense
i commence to keep the nations on they feet
when i speak
bad souls grow weak
only the strongs survive thrived
on misery since the days of secondary
school always was a fool
brailled by the institutions
lying on they books
when these nigguhs is crook
hypocrites can a **** a ****
from clergies to pope
**** the ecumenical religion
cant play me like a stool pigeon
hands on my ***** blunt
in my mouth
sayin **** the lawwwww
and respect me as an outlawww
R Wayne Mar 2016
it’s just not the right time,
it’s just not meant to be,
face rough, half shaven,
a man cried quietly.

his voice was crackin’,
sad he was just getting by,
feet deep in the concrete,
complaining as to why.

I should have followed through,
the jobs just can’t keep up,
bills are flowing over,
the times are always rough,

he said his love had left,
he saw her never turn back,
it wounded his direction,
he had fallen off the track.

now he laughs with his friend,
it echoes through the hall,
conversations of escape,
peddlin' plans to leave it all.

and I sat maybe two seats from,
these friends and their words,
I listened to them contently,
they were singing like the birds.

and I hope that they find,
the mind to follow through,
to leave all that’s made,
to make you not like you.

all that’s made to frighten,
all that’s made to make you choose,
leave it all before you turn,
into one with cafe blues.
Richard j Heby Oct 2015
on every corner
i've warned her
to stop fighting
i guess writing
is the answer

i want to stab my wrists
with the pain of carpal tunnel
feel the passion in my crackin knees, please
hurt me more so i can bleed the pain through +pain
and then i want to let it drain the page with pixels; they
used to say ink i think, but now that metaphor is dead. today's
youth, weave a thread through art, digitally; crack a new trail in the rift
without breaking ****; shine a light with LCD. Gee—time isticking
and so is the wifi, my brain attune to it, the birds come near
and fly away. the sky is gray because i see it that way.
i know because when i ask you if it's blue
you say, "no, i see it grey too."
and then we fight about
who spelled it right.
Namir May 2014
Broken hearts and worried minds
In love; but frighted, all of the time of time
It sits and watches, seeing things happen
Always wonderin', thinkin', lookin', and crackin'

That worryful heart always thinking the worst
Cause its been ripped and torn, and never picked first
The things it has been through, the things it has seen
The people who've stabbed it, the ones who've been mean

It makes it hard to trust when someone offers help
Even though it lets out a cry and a yelp,
But that heart does get healed in time,
By friends, family, and temporary love that seems just fine

But then that heart gets hurt again
By that love, or that friend, so it asks, when?
When will it find someone so dear?
someone to hold is tight and near.

When will it see the pain go away?
To see the end of this unending fray.
To know what its like to worry no more.
To truly have love.... amor

That heart will worry, tense up, and sigh
But it will always keep quiet, watch, and try.
Dishes Oct 2015
These,  cats are cadavers,
I discard em like candy wrappers,
For tryna come at me backwards,
Everybodies got a dream and I'm saddened that most of em never happen,
I really, want success but you can't see it in my actions,
Im about to take some steps get off my *** and stop relaxing, bowl packing and bein stagnant,
Become a man, grow some nuts and get to crackin,
Its time to make something happen
Stop talking about the rappin and start being about the rapping,
I wanna embrace my destiny
Change the game wit my team next to me,
As long as I got the music pain will never get the best of me,
put myself inside the work until there's nothing physically left of me,
Spend money on my momma till there's nothing in the bank thats left for me,
This is not done and I'm not that happy with it lol
Yea everybody that doubted us
I let the guns bust
I'm talking magnums to artillery cannons who's handin'?
Me the pressure I'll stretcher
Longer than a limousine heads I guillotine
Once they show they face miss the prison place beat the case
Cuz of all the franklins faces
Seen many tastes
Of life luxurious my foes furious
Got critics nervous cuz they know I be serious
Slap a rhyme til ya  delirious
Dangerous trust
Get away clean so **** the must
We stackin cream shatterin dreams
Lock the game like a snake bite
Grab it tight became a hustler overnight
While y'all overwrite with ya overbite
I keep it comin' machine guns lyrics
Like techs is hummin' stunnin'
Opponents til they see trinity visions
Easy decisions you against me
Lets be realistic
I'll make you a early news statistic
Hop off the biscuit
Unless you a chick cuz my ****
Only fits in a ****
All these haters rappin' ain't ****
I'll put em down like Jordan did the Knicks set the pick
My team we never fail and if we see jail will see bail
Countless enemies to sail ya going frail
My pockets never stale only swells
Shot guns shells
Crackin' brains once I set my aim
Verbal assassin so who's passin'?
Me up this is a hold up
Rap game I fold up grab a coca cola and a smile problem child
Since I got stuck in wild
Tears from my mothers when. I was in the womb soon
To come out a punish those whom
Had a problem with the way flip
My words aint script it's encrypt
Knowledge is power devour reign like a shower til the vary hour
My last breath death before dishonor feelin' like Conner
Terminators after me why cuz it's seems like they wanna Punish Me


Flip through tracks like an acrobat
True aristocrat f the democrats
We all about street stats cheat more than the Pats
Fools say they dogs but scream
Out like ***** cats imagine that?
Me loosin' who ya choosin'?
Me or them other phonies
Worshippers around me
Like I'm the black Madonna
Statue bless you guess whos?
Back again with the blacked Out benz with back tinted lens
We undercover lyrical smugglers
Heavy weight slugger I go for the juglar
Vein til every ounce of blood is drained simple and plain
Go against the grain
I got gangsters who pack the macks so don't turn ya back
Unless ya wanna get burned and turned
Over to the undertaker meet to maker
Word to the Anita Baker
Givin' the best flows I got
Like who shot?
Ya not Chris Wallace but chickas call me big poppa break em off proper
Shoot an 8ball in the bathroom stall
**** I'm fallin' like Denzel
Seen visions of hell as my brain sails
Into another dimension
Tainted reality living life bad as can be
Chainsawin' lyrics causin' massacres
In Texas don't none wanna plex with us
I'm from the 3rd ward born hard
Sniff out fraud
Fools snitchin' for a few grand large take another charge
Of the cannibus plantin' a fist
To adversary who tried to dissed
Dismissed know ya gettin' a kiss
Mothers bending over ya casket
No tears in the end come again
I seen colors blowing with the wind
I'm talkin blood and sin gin
Sippin' No slippin' rippin'
Styles with my vo-cals hit on the dial
If you suspect foul
Play makes for doomsday with the AK pray that I don't find you in a alley
Roamin' alone the dark zone
Death is a ransom
Why all this drama on me
**** it seems like they wanna Punish me?????????
Leathers ladies and insanity

that's all that old fool needs

ride to hell and **** the smell

living by his own creed

Your brothers belly's are full of beer

their hearts are full of pride and power

flirting with death and crystal ****

and toking on that wild wood flower

but he ain't no different bro's

He justa whole lot further down the line

Just thought I'd call to let you know

He'll be coming in late tonight

Pool ***** are crackin

and the beer is guzzled down

a couple more lines of whatever that was

and he just gonna hang around

Don't know where he's going now

and frankly he don't care

some other dimly lit smoky bar

probably waitin for him there

but he ain't no different bro's

He justa whole lot further down the line

He said to call to let you know

He'd be comin in late tonight

A diesel rig kinda ******* the chrome

so ya lay that mother down

justa couple miles from home

but you're gone before ya hit the ground

Don't where you're goin now

but you can bet your bottom buck

all us earth bound bro's down here

We'll hoist a few and wish ya luck

but you ain't no different now

you're just a whole lot further down the line

I guess I'll call to let em know

You won't make it in tonight,

so tell the operator, reverse the charges

cause the call's on us tonight,

I gotta call to let em know

You won't make it in this time.

So leathers ladies and insanity

is all that old fool needs

ride to hell and **** the smell

he gonna live by his own creed
The Tinkerer Oct 2019
To fall in love.
To be kicked and tugged.
To picking up, and moving on.

To stepping forward.
To find courage, within this coward.
To letting go, of what's already gone.
To what's been said, and what's been done.

I take my hopes, and pack 'em.
Close the door, leave through the back an'
Don't turn round. We could see it crackin'.
To leave before it breaks,
Breaks my heart, but it feels like fate.
Tried to have faith, I made mistakes.

I guess that in the end, we took
What we could get, though there's
Still so many loose ends.
Looked for the closure,
I swear, felt it was getting closer.
Thought, we could make amends, make it better, make it to a better end.
I guess by now I've lost my friend.

Seems that now has turned to never.
So whatever. I tried my best.
I failed this test.

Shattered heart, I pick up the pieces.
Few more shards, and I'm back to being jus'
Who I am, who I'm at peace with.

I'd never be the same,
It won't be so seamless.
I look up, maybe one day I'll see
The one I need, my miracle seamstress.

For now, here I leave this.
From a broken heart, to broken trust. To building this friendship up, to realising, it washes a way, just like mud.

I take on the next day. Move on, move along. Take my heavy heart, my heavy mind. I'm alright. I'll be alright. This sadness will leave in time, if anything I've learned, it's that sadness is just like a tide.

- O. Glad you were once a part of my life. Thank you for what you've taught me.
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Your Mount Olympus fortresses
Erode and then they crumble  
When my Trojan horse of truth invokes
Unholy Roman rumble
From down under to the jungle
Made of concretes I be steppin'
For the Amazons I'm reppin'
Down to earth, I'm crackin' wise
To the starways I be trekkin'
With a metalcore aggression
Down a dead end street oppression
Up the chain
Of command
A Hindu caste ascension
I'm a lion-hearted man
Cub learnin' from Bageera
I don't fear ya'
cuz' I'll sheer ya'
Khan on some Tarzan drugs
Aheeeyaheeeyaa'n all the Clayton outta my lungs

With a wicked tongue
Venom fangs
Icy veins and monkey brains
Acid spittin' bigger bangs
Where the silver surfer hangs
You will find me chillin'
Like a villain
Drawin' blanks? Let me fill 'em
With the guts that I be spillin'
I be killin' your God willin'
Let me finish, you diminish
What your faith can not replenish
Are the energy resources
You relinquish to the menace
That the devil still endorses
This four horsemen rule enforces
An apocalyptic foot race
To the end of days

End of times
End of all the real divines
Locked inside the mind confines
Imprisoned by the color blinds
Open up and step outside
The system's crooked party lines
Left is wrong, wrong is right
But freedom's always black and white
So leave it, take it, you can't fake it
Higher powers? Easy bake it
Peace through war, you do not make it
Law and order? ******' break it
Rock this world which'yo earthquake ****
Feel the supernova sun
Explode within as you become
The impetus of synthesis
The universe of life and death
Creator of the infinite
Dimensions in a single breath
Though we continue through pain seems like it's hard to maintain getting ahead in society
So many wish ya downfall but I'm still gone ball ...swang...

I wanna swang outside swang outside swang outside in the rain
It may sound crazy but I wanna swang outside swang outside swang outside in the rain...x2




Verse 1
Sittin' reminscin' feelin' good rollin' blunts in the kitchen fattin' the tips so them spirits can get the whisperin'
Enlighten my melon a stardust child born in the wild still smile over my enemies but **** em I still got the nine buckin' soon to be duckin'
ya head watch for the feds tryna get ya daily bread man that's what my OG said
Still scrapin' for crumbs to make a perfect album and how come
Everytime I wanna swang n bang in the avenues hateful crews try to spread bad news
But I'm still gone climb to the top once they caddy let out the trunks gone pop none could stop the ultimate wrecker chin checker the soul collector
As roll through times thinkin' as I swang in the rain...

I wanna swang outside swang outside swang outside in the rain
It may sound crazy but I wanna swang outside swang outside swang outside in the rain...x2

Verse 2
Yeah so many haters love to teach and try to preach but they really a leech
To everything you increase
Wither it's money or prosperity ain't no clarity only when they see you makin' it successfully that's when they be
At they most vulnerable to become honorable but I see the bull and the invisible vestibule my intellectual incredible so don't think I'll be scared of you I'm testing you play with caution or the devil's we be visiting you
Tombstone staked for Yosef's sake hope I don't break character far from an actor
Live everyday to fullest crackin' bullies spittin' shells from my toolies
Standin' alone once again listening to the rain....swang...


Verse 3
As I'm swangin in the rain thinking of thangs to be myself as a lost King dynasty still reigns
In another dimension tighten my mentality without tension pay attention to the waters glistening spirits listening tryna fill me in on what to do to separate myself from sin deep within foes pretend they down for ya to win
But really wanna see ya back bend and back then
Folks used to have your back now they quick to gat while you turn your back killer Mack's on the attack
It's the rise of inequality with no apology we lost our basic ology it's all pyschology break the scales of this new philosophy but I am the enemy
To this new world see
So I'll guess I'll continue my mission drivin' with hidden pain as I swang coastin' smooth in the rain...

I wanna swang outside swang outside swang outside in the rain
It may sound crazy but I wanna swang outside swang outside swang outside in the rain...x2


©2018 lyrics by Yosef 'The Magnificent" Amaryahu
Chris Nov 2021
Los Angeles, 2016.

My roommate Jaime thinks it's strange that Americans take months on months to say "I love you" in relationships. He asks why.

The Spanish say it in the first few weeks.

I haven't felt love and meant it since at least then, so maybe the Spanish are onto something. Maybe I've had the wrong definition. Maybe it's time to re-examine crushing.

So what if I said that I'm Spanish-in-love with you? A little less than puppy love but a little more exciting. And not quite the honeymoon phase but a little more worth writing.

A little bit of a crush but maybe unrequited. Maybe not.

Maybe I'm just trying to prove the country wrong. Maybe I'm trying to take the L-word off a pedestal. Or maybe I'm just Spanish in love with you.

It's something to do with being punch-drunk, feeling shake-heavy, and catching your right hook like it was made for my face.  And face it, probably. Maybe this is just business casual. You can say goodbye like it's an email.

Something like a fling, but a little less irreparable. This isn't like the L-word because it isn't something inevitable. Play it cool, you're just Spanish in love with him. Maybe you'll meet someone new soon. Or maybe you'll both move to Oregon.

I think you're afraid to debate this with me, but I guess you're safer in the center. Next question please, like a career politician dodging bullets, full of it. Or maybe you're more like Honest Abe in the middle of it, perfect hands with signs that say "Do Not Touch." Back against the wall with the world wide open.

I might have to burn this House down just to get something done. Otherwise I'm only good for sitting across from you.

Don't worry, it's all just wild west make believe. Falling in love is the best high, but that's the kind that ends up more wanted Dead than Alive. So stick 'em up partner, you're just Spanish in love with them. They only call it a crush when the results ain't pretty, a little gushy, American, and ******.

Maybe I'm just putting myself through unnecessary roughness. Probably best for us all to stay romantically cautionary. Everyone plays a beautiful game but yours is better than theirs. Crackin' taters past my outfield like Don Julio. That's just baseball, baby.

So maybe love in Europe is more our frequency. More nonchalant love with a tad bit of leniency. Less expectation in all these fledgling relationships. I think that's something we could all get behind, right?

Let's just say I understand the zeitgeist.

Because love isn't something you give out little by little. It's not a hurdle to complete and it's not a marathon to struggle. It's not a circle on a calendar or a deadline to pass under. I've been thinking lately about how we're all a little daunted by the thought of saying it out right. Maybe we're too afraid of getting it right to even say it at all.

So maybe I'll never have a definition to describe it. Maybe the feeling is too fleeting to ever tie the phrase down to it. Best to stick with the same old same old, and snub the face of wishful thinking.

How did we get here anyway? Oh, that's right. It all started with Jaime's question.

Nobody ever expects the Spanish inquisition.
Know for my tenacious D
Defense intense once my offense
Sets the commence None could circumvent
My tactics are magical like the call of the oracle
Mentally shatter their corticals through embryo
From my deadly material wipin up out serials it'll take a miracle
To get with this super lyrical
My swift flow known to crack even the earths skulls
Bigger than vessel
Leaking cabbage call it mother nature savage
Taking advantage as I uncover the hidden Black Atlantis
Still breaking through the suffering
Burn em sacrifice em like a habitual offering
It don't matter the seasons
Winter fall summer or spring
I got lyrics that'll even make the dead sing
Outta the graves none could graze
Slick as the Fonz on Happy Days
Freeze em like Ice Tray once the shots fire from the AK
We need more rhymers eat more flesh than Jeffrey Dalmer
Or better yet I bring more Heat than Mario Chamers
I hang with big dons who carry big weapons No small timers
We gives a **** about the law
That's why I'm an outlaw out for the law
Talk legalese from my maw quick with my southpaw
Word from Amenra
Peace to the God Ra kim ask him
He'll say my flows rock him
Like a vibrations of soundwaves
Causing spiritual concave can't be saved
If ya holy rights is waived flows like an ocean wave
Crash when I touch the shore too ******* we get an encore
From the fourscores of war thunderous Thor
Hammers smashin' melon lowerin' temperatures
Knockin' out amateurs with the strength of a pandas
Bite pressure to bamboo bam boom got freedom riders bocu to straight Lagoons
We forming legion prepare for the seizing
We ain't sizing we only galvanizing
Skills made critical for rappin' judicial
Rhyming official takin' apart the elitist rituals



We got the triggers to back bend with the hands on a Mack 1o
Ready to do a 5 to 10 for brain entering
That means for 5 to 10 minutes we crackin' souls and shells within'
Let the pain settlin' in yo death dwellin'
Commited to being a lyrical felon
Aint. No tellin' was droppin from my melon
Unravel the spiritual material turn critics satirical
Infect hataz like bacterial spread ***** like venereal
Sittin' as a Vizierial so my flows a miracle
Milk em like cereal execution from my disciplined imperial
Take no ******* from any burn em like Penny
On Good Times make good rhymes
Cuz I'm
The Coldest on the microphone I  be the holder tactics deep as Gopher
Take a sniff of the Jatropha
got golden sun honies in the villages of Ethiopia
Reality Utopia brailin' others anopia
Check my cornucopia
wordsmith assasinate like Caligula
Picture perfect with my verbal cinema
Laid out like a peninsula
Mental formula laid out so it's similar
Spit the tech nine that'll  leave holes in ya neck like Dracula with multiple xray bone fractures
Flipped like a spactula
Contaminate like preyin' forficula
And vindictive as the goddess Proserpina
yo take a look at the spiritual crooks
i move like the rook got ya on a hook
fished up caked up
with mad knowledge
yall need to wake up
times is corrupt tryna abrupt
the system
with five thousand glocks
ya know we cant miss em
let the casket kissem
let the taker bury em
**** regular im premium
stack through voices like medium in ya cerabellum
crackin craniums
cuz im um the greatest to ever touch the mic
rhymes so tight even entice freak nights with thick ****
im down fr the fight
huey newton it til america *****
out the poison causin much ruckus and noises
cuz the media so annoying
**** the words ya print im hell sent
to put a dent to yall sentiment

I got coarse soft hair
Pick in my afro
Stocky built with a chrome pistol
Which goes to show
Im down with the ghetto
DOnt matter we **** chit chatter
We came to battle Armageddon
No more lettin'
Up times is set im wettin'
These muthafuckas like sauna
Even got some eses from Tijuana
Black as Madonna
WWatch out for the slick anaconda
Totes of bomb marijuana
To keep my thoughts open
To the universe
Exposes verses to choose from
Meditations circling around my brain
Like a ceiling fan another man
Look like me until i seen my reflection of me
Blurry visions hard for me to envision
Happiness when im surrounded
By evil ambitions
No body wants to realise real lies
They rather be hypnotize and baptize
By the media who i despise
Keep all eyes on the sparrow
Its the return of Black Pharoah
Back to the temple i go
Stand in the sun and let my skins cells glow once again
We mobbin in figures
Saga soon to begin
don't do anything that she expects of me
The more I try, the less it happens/
I want her to be free , but she feels trapped in/
When I express myself
She thinks I'm just ****** yappin'/
She wants days full of lovin
and straight laughin /
No matter what it takes I ain't crackin/
This an opportunity I aint passing/
You feel like there's a lot
That i just ain't graspin/
Don't ever think I aint lastin/
Cuz I'll fight this battle to the death of me;
I'll be in a state of unrest,
Till my heart is pumpless.
Yo bars sick more like aids infected I got heavily heaters selected
Techs rip through skin flesh and bones I attack like the drones
I see you all alone
Hiding against my forceful shield my lyrics make any yield
You playing in the battlefield with a special elite force skilled
I end careers at the start got a heart full of stones
Despised clones thinking they gone roam but I be the hidden vessel of Rome tookin' from the tomes
I reign with Kings of the Underworld this ain't for child play but call me Chuckie
Knifin' strong adversaries in the back makin' ****** macks  
ya whole team'll crack
Like a broken wooden bat
To a 100 mph fast ball but ya can't dodge these bullets
I'm carvin' in ya head with my lyrical blades nothing said but bloodshed
Covered from toe to heads beat the feds
Cuz I took spirits with me instead
I see you dreamin' of demons see I'm schemin'
Nightmares got you shooken and beamin'
Across the blackened corridors I be the God of war
Love the taste of gore too **** ******* I score
More than the Fugees check my filter premium crackin' craniums
With my super vibranium pack steels harder than Titanium
**** aluminium I be an alumni to the devil's eyes
I'm Hellspawn ya soon to don ya casket closed put his head in a basket
Uncovered my shell so I couldn't mask it
Easily I task it tisket a tasket *******
Better recognize when I rise you see the clouds demise
It's the comin' of the Demi Gods survivors of Maygog and Gog
Scripture wise my lyrics baptize
From the touch of lilith ***** beautiful wings
Makin' everything yield at my rhyming
Ain't no stoppin' me and my deadly pedigrees
Lace the blunts to get me
High as the Peruvian yey from the Chi to the Tre
Ride on enemies like Dr Dre experts with AKs
Leavin' smilies face silohuette over ya body that met
A billions bullets shavin' ya side with no mullet
Triggers I pulled it I'm ****** as Bail I even got jail in Hell with no bail
My minds explodes like a grenade six seconds I turn renegade vocals portrayed
I leave a path ****** as Capone Valentine's Day parade yea
Yo I creep like thoughts lurkin' in the rear smells of juana smokin' crackin' open body potent gats stay totin' to tha river ya floatin'
Bloated and bruised Yosef don't loose cruise
Pass the deadly seas even Bermuda made way
Once I paved away with the AK it's Yosef doomsday to who say?
I ain't the illest my brains spills like  phils split for the blunt mass appeal
I keep it real demon sigils raw and lethal keep eyes out scopin' like an eagle
Vulture tactics break antics who try to manage rap carnage bars lift heads like a gargage flow mirage
Rollin' with me triage me myself and I third eye never had a sty mix emcees get crossed in fire gun swerving like Irving
Heads n a basket there's goes a closed casket a black mask to fit I'm the toughest makin' puppets with no strings hoes swing on my dingaling my money clings crown with Saturn's rings other is siblings aint none touchin'this or rushin'this
Lyrically fit suckas takin' a risk against my magnificence underworld frisk
To enemies that ain't feelin' me get the JFK loss memory experience raisin' minds like a seance got no patience guns raining in cadence lock ya soul in abeyance
For livin' in defiance

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