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Ashley Centers Dec 2014
Let's hold out hope for the crippled.
Hope for the crippled?
No thanks, this crip doesn't need your hope.
This crip needs you to stop.
Stop labeling me.
Stop feeling sorry for me.
Stop pitying me and my 'poor life'
Just ******* stop!
No, really, I'm okay. I don't need you.
I don't need you or your miracles.
Don't tell me God works miracles
And to hold out hope
Because maybe one day I'll walk
Or maybe I'll get to see from both eyes
Because God works miracles
But you're too busy fixing what isn't broken that you forget
If I was truly made in his image this crip doesn't need healed.
This crip doesn't need your prayers or miracles.
This crip doesn't need your God or your salvation.
This crip doesn't need your hope.

Poor soul, she's diminished by her disability.
Diminished by my disability?
The only thing I'm diminished by
Is your inability to understand
That before anything else I am human.
I make mistakes and have flaws.
I feel, probably more than most,
And sometimes those feelings get in the way.
I empathize but I am done sympathizing.

You say my wheelchair is a blessing in disguise.
Why can't it just be a blessing?
A blessing that comes with lots of lessons.
Some that I learn the hard way and some that come easy.
But this wheelchair doesn't need a reason
To teach me (or you) a lesson.
Sure, it frustrates me when a wheel breaks or I fall on a broken sidewalk
But it teaches me humility and patience.
And there's no reason to disguise that this wheelchair is a blessing.

So, please take your hope and pity
Your guilt and salvation elsewhere
Because they're defeating the purpose. They're detracting from the point.

I am not diminished by my disability.
I am not to be quieted or pitied
I am not your reason to feel guilty
I am not a burden
I am human.
Mutted sounds
The city sleeps... traditional
Rest...closed shutters
Against the heat....skies white
Blinding, implacable
Brurnt, liquid: coupolas baking
Through centuries of glazed splendor
My lover's breath on old fashioned
Sheets: starched, crip...ironed flat
Our bodies recouping
In the cool inner wall... welcomed presence
Nary a sound...inanimate objects
Enrobed in silence
Languid , heavy, waiting for the shadows
Announcing night's fresh enconter.
Colette Anne Naegle

copyrights 2005
Robbie McIntyre Jul 2014
Let it flood let it drip,
Let a piru **** a crip,
Let it rain let it flood,
**** a ckrab kuz I cklaim blood,
Let it rain let it thunder,
Bury a ckrab 6 feet under,
When I die show no pity,
Bring my soul to red blood bity,
Can't stop won't stop,
Ck all day till my red dawgz drop,
Throw the red flag raisin,
Nd the blue flag burnin,
Boom boom the blue ckrabs is dyin,
Ck all day ery day!!
jeffrey robin Aug 2010
behind barricades

before the red bandanna  meant you were a Crip or Blood

undaunted, refusing to be
..........intimidated

nameless
.....(known only
to
..........................YOUR LOVE
as  "love")

the streets are red with the ******
dreams our youth  is bleeding
on these streets
but then  the gangs recieved from the c.i.a.
control over the drug trade
and killed us all
-----

(behind barricades)

the liars are everywhere and those most visable
are
the greatest of the liars

speaking softly sanely

to you all................
.....................in
words-
impossible
--

love is a powerful feeling

only love

means a thing
Wayne Pritchett Oct 2010
make a move
that’s what we
the busy bodies
are tryin to do
quick come ups
hittin licks
catchin people slippin
not workin
to build wealth
instead we flash
little riches that bring
those groupie *******
floatin through life
livin off your riches
givin that hot applause
leavin u wincin while u ******
cause u quick to pop off
in all these breezys
wit no latex
**** the safe ***
you like it raw when u beat
so does Millie the freak
babe had her eye on you
from down the street
knew you were gonna cheat
got u sippin on some potion
gettin them emotions
down below in motion
if you slowed down
you would have noticed
her track record
4 for 6 wit 5 kids
left the other 2 clappin
now they ***** need bibs
like that 6th baby
you just slid in this lady
yeah u pulled out
but the precum
got her period lazy
its not comin back
till after yo son's arrival
congrats gangsta
you a daddy now
10 yrs later
U Still aint slowed down
you lived fast enough
for two lifetimes
hood ****** get jealous
they say its your time
they don’t slump you
they want the next in line
cause u stole his timeline
puttin a tragic end
to another brothas bloodline
from them greenbacks
that brought green eyes
that lead to hot heads
who shoot that hot lead
to slow you down
so they can get ahead
slow down young men
the fast life soon will end
with black suits and tears
a eulogy from your peers
no child should die like
a pawn in a chess game
played in the streets
by the blood and crip gangs
dealers who sell dope
and shoot guns
cause they too scared to bang
my advise is
wise up and do right
or fall victim to this life
and crash in the fast lane
(c) Wayne Pritchett Jr. October 2010
Shelby Easley Mar 2010
i think you're really weird.
you freak.
you food network geek.
and your worn out converse.
with the ribbon tied.
to the left side of course.
that's the crip side.
you're a "hipster".
you're "scene".
more like obscene.
purple skinny jeans.
black ones too.
blue, dark and light.
average height.
you prefer the night.
but you're afraid of the dark.
your bite is much worse than your bark.
always have a smart *** remark.
your heart is black and cold.
you're a ***** and it's getting old.
and sometimes your eyes twitch.
your thighs are big, waist is small.
therefore your pants fall, constantly.

i think you're really weird.
you're so strange.
deranged? that too.
you shoot imaginary guns.
you are tons of crazy.
lazy, messy, creepy.
always sleepy, always awake.
you bake, you daydream, you imagine.
ways to create, new things to try.
you're still fly, since 1991.
second to none, last to many.
give away pennies, you don't like change.
you exchange smiles with strangers.
dress with style, walk with swag.
peculiar in every way.
your favorite skies are gray.
cries too much, tries too hard.
your underarm is scarred.
uncanny charm, mismatched socks.
outside the box.
wide-eyed and innocent.
well, to an extent.
you love british accents.
skittish and laid back.
crack a joke from time to time.
you're sublime, sometimes.
you climb molehill sized mountains.
you fulfill wishes and crush dreams.

i think you're really weird.
crooked fingers, straight smile.
singing all the while.
you'll swing when you get the chance.
dance in front of the mirror.
you see things clearer now.
you wish you had wings.
or to swim with the fishes.
on the brim of insanity.
live on a whim, think too much.
such a tragedy with a happy ending.
bending the rules.
love is for fools, not you of course.
chew with your mouth closed please.
always lose your keys.
bruise easily.
it's hard for you to choose.
you're a bard, look it up.
cup half empty, glass half full.
pull the wool over their eyes.
in disguise, a mustache will do.
few understand, many just nod.
odd, pinky promise until death.
morning breath all day long.
these are the lyrics to your song.
you seize their hearts in one fatal swoop.
then drop and shatter them.
mindless chatter, intelligent conversations.
deprived of any patience.
plenty of empathy though.
don't know which way to go.
imperfectly perfect, born to stray.

i think i'm really weird.
and i wouldn't have it any other way.
this is me, in poem form.
"I have to be a G till the day that I die.........."
Listen to the hook you didn't have to be a G
you could be a Crip, Vice Lord or a B
but don't twist it up I am here to spread unity
I was 6 and 7 when they shot Tupac and B Eye...G
So now whose on our playlist Drake or Nicki
or Do yall listen to Gucci, Wayne or Young Jeeeeezy?
But now you tuned into L A D B
Africa unite Rest In Peace Bob Marley
I'm rolling Bob Marley's waiting for that Barbie
Wait a minute scratch that rather her sister Bonnie
She down for a cause, she down for a Army
I'm a Last of A Dying Breed
What's Illuminati?
Rest In Peace Gandhi
Hold on let me explain
Because my faith is the reason that I maintain
they may not play it but my lyrics dope like *******
and
Last of A Dying Breed is what I'll remain...

Ele A de be
365 TIL I DIE
Salute!
Nigel Obiya Dec 2012
I just need a minute
To express the sadness
I felt when I read about this crude act of madness
The innocence of a child... doesn't deserve this
This level of violence on a child? God will not forget... the memory, He preserves this
Whoever you are... whatever your reason
A fate worse than hell... that fiery prison
The shooter deserves this
A child
That is who you killed... a child
An innocent soul... not a Crip, not a Blood
You will never see the day when you can get rid of the stain left by a little one's blood
I just need a minute... to write this
May God give those affected the strength to fight this... injustice
And to the madman... it shall haunt you beyond the grave we know
Poetic justice
But nothing we write/say/do can undo this unnecessary act of violence
However, let's just take a minute to pay our respects
Let's have a moment of silence.
Deshanda Frazier Sep 2010
We as people should try our hardest to be our best. Our generation is fading... We are stuck on stupid. Not to be offensive , but yes, we are. We are surrounded by things that eat at our knowledge like vultures on a carcass. Tweeting, Facebooking, Myspacing, and IMing. I admit it, I am a victim of this social crime, but I am beginning to realize that  we are not using our brains like those before us had to. What happened to reading and writing?  Why do we think we can just do everything on our Iphones now?  I know we are now becoming a technological era, but do we really have to do EVERYTHING this way?



Ok. On to the next rant.



Why is it okay for everyone to speak like they have not had any home training? Excuse me, some haven't but, you could at least try to improve yourself. I don't think I'm better than anyone because I have a better vocabulary or even because I was raised to speak with correct grammar and enunciate my words. I do admit I don't speak "proper" all the time; I joke around, but that's the keyword: "joke"  I don't care about the idiots that say "Oh, she's 'trying to be white'  "  I am content with that, even though I'm not trying to be anything but myself. I am content with them saying that because at least I will have an opportunity to do something with my vocabulary and my way of speaking. Maybe some people should try it.



Hmm.. What else?



Oh! Boy don't let me forget about the "hood" life thing. Okay, "little gangster" , is your "mob" going to help you get a job?  Believe me, writing "crip gang" on your job application is NOT going to help you. Those people do not care what hood you are repping when you come in for an interview. They barely care about your name... Get with the program people!! Also, ladies, it is not cute to try to be in a gang or even trying to do "hood" things... LIVE OUTSIDE OF YOUR STEREOTYPE!  My black people... some of you, about 59%, are making those stereotypes stick.  I am sooo tired of seeing black people gang banging, fighting, killing each other, skipping class, smoking, drinking, getting pregnant, and etc.  Come on guys, we are a great nation of people.. We should improve, not get worse. We are already a minority. Our people DIED to get us where we are today. Take advantage of what we have.. Education, rights, freedom(somewhat), and opportunity. Don't blame the whites or Mexicans because you can't get off YOUR *** to do YOUR job. Please...
martin murray Jun 2016
We like to dance
Feet moving in a trance
Transition to a different stance
All of us jump and prance

We get in a groove
People’s rhythmic motion is smooth
The head banging is proof
Dancer’s enjoying the beat and *****

With Deejay YouTube on rotation
Music revives the good sensation
As boys and girls pair up to charleston
The vibe is lively in Camden

Everyone is revelling
In the style of crip walking
Zimmer frames towards the ceiling
As the old start break dancing
King Bacon Oct 2014
With each poem,
I get closer in becoming a lovable Golem.

So what's hot in the streets
I’m mean
I beat women,
OG
I’ve seen prison
I even eat kittens
We winning
Mr. Kelly met me
he let me *** with him.

I’m so deep with words it could sound like an eternity
one day they will close read my rhymes in every university
I only make vinyls
and I serve emcees that burn CDs,
I’m so undergrounds even my fans haven’t even heard of me,
nah,
I got money son,
all my watches are custom done
by the time
I set the time
my butler comes with another one
I’m gutter son,
the razors in my mouth are just to cut my gums,
My facebook is set to private son
you don’t know where the **** I’m from

Imma poet,
roses are red
Moses ovaries bled
Supernova explodes,
when my pen exposes it led.
I once mounted a soul, when its body was chemically dead,
If you don’t know my poetries dope, its because its going over your head,
nah,

I’m so Hip Hop I crip walk in flip flops,
Imma mix of Rick ross, and lil kris kross,
Imma gang banger
nah,
scratch that, imma backpacker,
rap is just a stepping stone in becoming a bad actor,
imma crack rapper,
actually sponsor by arm and hammer
I **** with some proper grammar
make government propaganda
What ever it takes to get my face in front a hundred cameras
**** rap!
I’ll tell everyone in the stands to throw their hands up,

What I am
should be obvious.

Imma positive rapper I swear my mom is a pastor
I got a pocket quran
I almost read all of the chapters,
and Imma get a couple grammys,
yep and an emmy,
I'm family friendly,
even your old freakin granny gets me.

Back in the day when life gave us lemons
we made lemonade
never straight
never made a track that was second grade
In seventh grade
it was never about getting paid
thats why we spend more money than we ever made,
I used to love it but **** it,
I’m giving up
imma puppet,
I’m anything,
I’m everything, if you got money in your pocket
Congratulations to sponsors on creating a monster
All you haters are just making me stronger

And now all my fans hate me,
They say “I liked you before you were mainstream”
******* so did I somebody should of paid me
Imma Iconic,
byproduct,
And no ones tryna buy product,
Ironic,
want my chronic
but won’t put five on it,
but I promise,
give me an idea and i’ll build it,
I make your eyes pop out of your eye sockets,
so y’all can go ahead and be some hip hop heads,
pressing free download’,
until hip hops dead,
Please,
just keep on spitting
just keep on spitting
make sure you keep on spitting
just keep on spitting
make sure you keep on spitting
just keep on spitting
just keep on spitting
Please!!!
Some candy bars for the kids.
Dani Huffman Dec 2012
I can't give you handfuls of dollar bills,
crip and new and ready to be spent,
only stacks of sentences, flowing together like
the melody of a piano.
All I can give are my thoughts
that stain the paper, splotches of blue
and black, straight lines and curves.
Give me your heart,
and I'll give you a poem,
a sonnet,
a love song.
I'll link my hand with yours around a pen
and write our words as one,
a harmony of both of us,
things we both wish we could give the other,
when all we have are words,
cheap as a sheet of lined paper.
Max Chisholm Jul 2010
When I got that call
I knew it was foul
I heard the name Jon
And I knew he was gone
Like a game of chess
He died a pawn
Never had time
To grow and spawn
The next couple days
Were filled with greys
I was feelin very blue
Not a clue what to do
Tryin to find out what I’m doin
I ended up missin the viewin
Missed my last chance to see
Where he would forever be
Man I feel bad
For Shamawd and Nancy
Sounds like a story
Straight from Tom Clancy
On April seven
He was sent to heaven
Or at least we hope
Cause he was sellin that dope
I wonder if I’ll ever
Be able to cope
We use to always play ball
And chill at the mall
I rue the day
When I got that call
People always say
Live and Die by the burner
But I’m the one
Whose brother got murdered
Your life was took
And now mines shook
Some people think
That you were a crook
But they didn’t know
That person inside
The one hiddin in you
Behind all that pride
You were on a mission
But you would never listen
And now were all sorry
Dealing with this quarry
Feeling like we
Should all go on Maury
Povich is a *****
You used to always say
But on April seven
At about eleven
You were shot and stripped
Dropped in a ditch
Now that I think
Was you a Crip?
Naw you was smarter then that
You always tried to earn it
But then again
You had your Unit
But that’s all in the past
The good memories will last
And dog you did
Go out wit a blast
Just like you said
But now you dead
2 in the shoulder
2 in the head
All cause of what
Some counterfeit bread?
Only a few people know
What really went on
The problem is
One of em’s gone
In my eyes
You were never a pawn
You were always the king
You had all the bling
And if you used your head
You’d have everything
The reality is
That it’s too late
Its unfortunate dog
Checkmate
Gone from our lives, not from our hearts.
Rest Peacefully.
Steven Bowman Aug 2018
Maybe thugs aren’t shooters,
They all need to decompress.
Calling themselves gangsters,
Never should they be blessed.

Thugs don’t get all their girls,
They pay them just big bucks.
Killing like they own all worlds,
Murdering with all their Glocks.

Blood gangs, where are the Crips?
Crip gangs, where is the Bloods?
They are fake owning their cribs,
Murdering just to own any goods.

Gangsters don’t own their swags,
It’s the Rap Game, it’s the G Code.
They rob and steal, filling all bags,
Man, these gangsters seem all old!
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
Natalia mushara Feb 2016
This life brings me angst
But in the gud or bad
I want to gives thankes,










This life gives me apprehension
Seeing yung boyes on DA block
Getting sidekicked and chopped
To DA coppers inventions.





I miss DA streets I once knew, where da boyes treated yuos
Like a girl in fifth sax. I don't care for dose materials. Or da purses no more on ma backe,

J just want to be treated like a human being for once,
Hopeing for like a woman. I don't need the high class Richie Rich, or da poore boyes thuggin. I'm so sick seeing dat bloodin and crip-out. I just want a blood that will be bout da love, not da colors on his house.
Nova Born May 2018
Up one hill, down another,
perfectly fine til my car makes a splutter.
Crip crack go, puff puff puff,
**** it, this road may have been to tough.
My legs ain't as good as they used to be,
so I guess I'll just have to postpon my trip
to the coun'try

Flat land, low land, what my br'ain fails to understand
is how i'll ever see this place ag'ain.

Up one hill, down another,
perfectly fine til my car makes a splutter.
Crip crack go, puff puff puff,
**** it, this road may have been to tough.
My legs ain't as good as they used to be,
so I guess I'll just have to postpon my trip
to the coun'try

Sea life, cut the rope with your new knife,
slice, slice, slice

Up one wave, down another,
perfectly fine until my boat starts to flutter
woosh woosh woosh, do boats have a caboose?
My swimmin aint good as it used to be,
guess I'll see you someday, please,
will you say hi to coun'try,
for me?
emil hernried Jul 2020
Queer is asking broken systems if everyone gets to breath again - now -
Queer is a broken system
Queer is every colour you ever seen and every sound you ever heard
Queer is movement moving like a river - calm
Queer is movement moving like a river - violent
Queer is home, un umbrella to make a home for many and few and everyone and no one
Queer is thoughts and bodies and *** and hands and hearts
Queer is the way I walk and sleep and love and work and write
Queer is my nose touching your nose
Queer is the kiss you give me on my forehead
Queer is the fear and the truth and the fear of truth
Queer is more true then all the other ****
Queer is Crip and Femme and the Working class
Queer has many friends, queer loves and inspires and takes care of its friends
Queer becomes its friends. Invisible, beautiful and broken
Queer is pride for broken backs
Queer is when the broken they see is what makes you whole
Queer is queer is queer.
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

Exquisite animation, the tubes channel of hereafter is dim at first
This foundation of earth was just a passing through to showeth love, as I've met good being's, I've seen material and unearthly things, I've felt the kiss of death, I've seen prison cells of thugs.

ii

I've seen popes, president's, crip's and blood's, I've seen Devil's of hate, I've witnessed lover's and their fate, I've tasted iron in mine mouth, from the health issues to me I've met, I've seen ruler's get greedy, killing children as a bet, I've payed mine dues and rent.

iii

I've shown kindness to other's, I've helped sisters and brother's, I've given all to help another, as the giving of oneself is the ultimate love of ourn creator, I've seen crying and imitator's, I've seen holy and devilish behavior, as minkind hath forgotten bliss.

iv

I've seen war on t.v, I've seen Hope's made to reality, I've seen young one's die of starvation and poisoned, I've seen sanctuary of  glee turned poluted, I've seen soldier's suited and booted with the media and secret societies back their war, for lies to thee allured.

v

Though through all this nonsense I've seen, I'm at peace on the water's of the hellion scream's, for tis I feeleth serene in this stepping stone stop, the drab funnel I'll enter, when this heart stops, though I shalt seeith the light, and taketh a flight to God..


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Travis Green Oct 2021
I would never force
You away from me
When I need you close by me
To keep me afloat
To breathe life into the
Innermost reaches of my soul
To show that I am still whole

Stay near me with your
Endearing embraces and parlance
Be my pure poetic prince
Instill stillness in my system
Make me dream again
Replenish me with your
Performance of vintage poetry

Reach the central point of my core
With your effervescent presence
With your tender loving sweetness
My physically gratifying city crip
That knows how to get it cracking
Chucking up the *******
But still considerably gentle on the inside
Big Virge Jun 2020
Now The Words...

... " Big Virge "...

Are Those That Merge...
With... QUALITY Verse... !!!

From A Mind That Works...
Like Chickens Get ******... !!!

Or Heads Who... " Merk' "...

These TWERPS Who Twerk...
More Than Worms Turn... !!!

I Choose To Merge...
My Verse With Verbs...
Adverbs And Herbs......

KNOW What I Mean... !!!!!

Yup... That GOOD Green... !!!

So It's Lean And Rides On Waves So HIGH...
That It Feels Just Like I... Can TOUCH The Sky... !!!

When I Merge My Rhymes...
With Thoughts That Find...
A Way To Describe...
How I've Merged In Life...

With Trouble and Strife...
And The Daily Grind...
of A... Nine To Five...

The Girls I've Liked...
When They've Been Inclined...
To Let Their Thighs...
Become Merged With MINE... !!!!!

For Nights That Merge Them With BIG VIRGE... !!!

I'm A Man Whose Learned To Utilise Verse...
In Ways That Merge With... Musical Turns...

Beats That Merge With Big Virge Speech...
In Ways That Seem... Seamless Believe... !!!

Even Though My Flows...
Are Done... ALONE... !!!

... NO Beats In Tow... !!!!!

A Capellas That Show...
How Big Virge Tones...
Require NO GROOVE...
To Make Them Move...
In Ways That Produce...
Like... Producers DO... !!!

The Type Who've Merged...
My Verse With... Reverb...

And HARD Bass Lines...
That Fit With Rhymes...
In Ways That UNITE...
And Sound Sweet Like...

Boom Bap Rappers...
Whose Flows Are DAPPER... !!!

Well I Mean... Emcees...
Who BODY Hot Beats... !!!
Like Guns In The Streets... !!!

You See I Merge The Lyrical...
With Wordplay Metaphysical....

Or Maybe Just The Physical...
... As If It Is A RITUAL...
To Be Rhythmic And So CRYPTIC...

That Crip' Man Couldn't... " FLIP IT "... !!!!!!

Divergent... When I'm Merging...
My Verses Like... Insurgents...

Whose Flows Merge With REAL PURPOSE.... !!!!!

Beyond The Clowns Whose CIRCUS...
Proves That Their Flows Are WORTHLESS... !!!

While Flows I Merge Are EARNEST... !!!

IMPERIOUS and SERIOUS...
So CLEARLY NOT For IDIOTS... !!!!!

They're Well Observed...
Researched And Well Versed...
In Delivering... STRONG Spoken words... !!!

Like I Said At The Start....

The Name... " BIG VIRGE "...
IS ONE When It Comes To QUALITY Verse...

That DESERVES To Be Heard... !!!
Because When They're Linked...

They TRULY...

.... " Merge "....
As the poem says......
Classy J Feb 2016
Despaired, impaired, scared of my past ways, can't seem to get away from crime, sorry to say mamma, even though I know you pray for me each and every single day. Gun shots, drugs, ***** money flowing through the streets, crime is the only way a family like mine can stay on their feet. If only life could be like Neverland but it seems like the creator had different plans for us; man. Brother apart of the gang called the crip, sitter prostitutes on 5th avenue, cops payed off by the higher ups, don't have no safety kit. Getting so jaded by the land that I have been based in, feel caved in, no place to be saved in, because this is the land of demons. City of sin, where no wins, we submit to the higher powers whim.  Puppets we all must fall in line, no hope in the city of crime, are we out of time? No time at all for us dusty broken porcelain dolls, as long as we high on the methanol, steal that million dollar car make sure it filled with petrol. Sell it on the black market because some one will buy it, and if we get caught we deny it.
This isn't about me or anybody I know this is just a rap/poem of what it might be like being on the streets. Desperate, hopeless, without love or hope. My heart goes out to those that have no where else to turn too. Just know there is hope, that even though you didn't have the best upbringing that you have the power to get out of you're situation. It's a choice, what is more important for you. Is it money or safety to be you, to be free.
Yo before I let my tape pops I'll let the beat drops
Fears for all of my hating peers shine a spear
Pierce the skies with my wisdom ties wise
Beyond my wonder years I'll die young and hung
Glory over fame same ol same sip champagne
Victory mane lion instincts suckas dont get a blink
From me only when my pistol needs company
Full force resurrection souls up for collection
No protection god the father made me peasant
Found pleasures pains treasured over measured
By society's pin point I stay with the sharpest anoint
Told yall I spark heads without meeting of a joint
Appoint by the spiritual supreme justice just as
Let the music blast til ya touches the cast everlast
Make ya hop around it's a show down underground  
But I tied to the rituals I'm mystical crack sell miracles
Huh yall fools ain't living it cristal I'm spilling it
Icy cup interrupt the corrupt the 6th jackson on a come up
Travel east of 99 you'll fine the great beast of all time
Standing in line with the kings and queens that shine
What's a light without no shine back no spine decline
My wills took the crossroads of Elijah miss the fire
My desire higher learning from thai burning turning
Ya braincells welcome to yosef hell where all fails
Melanins swell no fairytales survived Gods spell well
Cuz I learn the gospels of thomas yo tomorrows never promised
Born in this world as angel ***** then later turned into a demon
Got me plotting like a scheming triple teaming no fleeing
Souls capture from the eye of the rapture hurricane
Carter smarter what about the sons to the daughters
Humanity slaughter my triple 6 kiss all you ******* wishlist
A downplayed to uplay bring astray with no delays melees
Of the streets go unrest civil liberties put to an attest yes
I dont stress the ******* I rather use tools and ****
And I may not be like nas the don but I'm still a sun
Shining intellects with my lyrical text super threat cold inject
Bullets from heaters collect dont join deaths continuing sets
Cools as funzaerli wear pelle pelle girls keep they hands on my belly tryna feel me
See what's weighed below me ***** ya dont own me
Switch scenery mayne from harris to Paris dejavu crews
I blues Junior Walker Miles Davis Mingus black sinner ladies
It's crazy off the rip take a trip see how many beats I can rip!!!!







Oh yeah they thought I was done but I'm still a don
Referenced by the falling ones see tears in a gun
Sweating armageddon I ain't letting suckas betting
against my will I'll just chill til my soul feels
The moons minstrels cycle check the title rivals
Putting up numbers but in the end they catch slumbers
From gun runners can you feel pains happiness bliss
Lifes a ***** so it's hard to switch and break a glitch
Tricks are for kids that's why I refocused my bids
Twice the size of Solomon wives so check the beehives
Never played jive all the way live twins collars
Jachin and Boaz impalas blueprint dollars scholar
Of the ghetto cathedral eradicate the faces of evil
Different sigils drawn up mazes that frankie dazes
Living the golden time of phases still amazes me
Monk discipline see the bravery in my pen ship slavery
Master of the words vocals jumped on board as I hoard  
All of the souls out of control ice on my pinky rings clings
All the kitties in the ring sound the bell escape through jail
If all else fails I'll still prevail goetias tactics never fail
Sitting on the third rail forreal grinding shining
My candle amongst the dark see all visions get parked
Sparked from seeds of Noah I'll show you a boa
Constrict the perfect hits no **** we flip a grips
Not a blood or crip but I'll make crip from the blood  
Seaping body weaping weighting for the devils meeting
Paimon gave me many damiens but then again offers
Made from writing on the red rose pink candles parch papers
Escape the luscious vapors of reality yall fools killing me
Same hatred made before me see my CDs sitting nice
Welcome to the 5th rock from the sun wheres the sunshine
Dimensions intervention mxylsplk snaps ya to detention
Gain strength from minors I'm a true forty niners
Make ya feel like the death of Colchese when I release
I see a beast far from savage above the average havoc
Loves to see adversaries leech souls cant be breached
As I reach to a higher peak mc Everest never rest
As I cup the mic likes it's my baby dark scrilla catchin scabies
TL Capers Jul 2018
This is a hope less for more

For wanting more than we have of plenty brings hopelessness......

A war inside distracts those from their well of plenty, cups runneth over

The older we get the younger the crowd is,winnings, turned over.

With no hands to clasp the winners cup, our victory, spilled over

Losses due to the madness from within men, as time bends

Any given angle that we take is in supplement, perceived wrong by the acts of those who are the unfortunate.  

For no chief causes mischief, the leader within

To conduct life appropriately in turmoil is to be as a leaf in the wind...... free, your, warrior

Then, again, be-gin?.....

The gain was lost when you started.

Lost in the game as soon as you bought it

Then, again, be

As you were born with the all, now given more, the, fall, Of ,man, For once he soared

In the conceptual nature of math, the subtraction of thought multiplies the emotions of loss, with no actual winner, prizes divided across. Fractional Added pain reciprocated.., ahhhhhh

I hope less for more....... The Cups of Plenty

~ Poet with a camera


When you want more than a sip, you tip, a lean forward
Bent not a flip. You had more kings and queens reduced to crip, drained now blooded. Stained now shut in. Eyes closed in a world flooded. Only rescued by the ark of your covenant.... with self.
ZACK GRAM Dec 2019
THE STORY OF MY DAYS OF YOUR LIVES
BORN OFF THE HILL
HAMPTON IN THE HEIGHTS
LITTLE BOSNIA
WEST CENTRAL
CENTRAL WEST END
THE REAL WESTSIDE
CENTRAL EARTH
I SPROUT LIKE AN NFL CHAMPIONSHIP
MOVED OUT WITH PAC AN THEM REAL ******
BOAT CAPSIZED CAUGHT A BODY
J VILLE BABY
LOOK AT MY NEON LIGHTS GLOW
GLOWED UP THROWED UP BEEN THROWIN IT UP
BARELY BREATHIN BUT KEEP IT STEPPING
BACK ON MY GAME IN HOME PLATE
GRAND SLAM CHURCHILLS **** HIS PANTS
ON CRIP
**** IM ****** WITH BLOODS
WHAT A ***** POSTED TO DO
KEEP MY ENEMIES CLOSE TILL I GOT FAMILY
OLDEST BLOCK IN THE NEW BIBLE BELT
THE REAL BABYLON
THE MISSOURI
THE ILLINOIS
THE MISSISSIPPI
RIVER JUNCTION
HODUNKDAMM
BIGGEST ***** ON THE PLANET
MIDDLE WORLD
THE WILD WILD WEST CONCEILMENT
STEP ON MY PRIVATE PLATFORM GET CAKED
I BEAT STATE CHAMPS
I RAN A 3 POINT EIGHT FORTY IN PADS
IM FASTER NOW
I BANGED ACRES HOMES HEMPSTEAD HELICOPTERS ABOVE ME
ON MY 9 DOWN THE 8 GUNS POINT GOT YOU IN THE PAINT
NAWF NAWF H TOWNS FINEST BIG DEUCE THE CHAMPION
MADE MAN **** ON 100 MILLION MAGIC TEAM
MACCIN ON THE PIMPIN AN PIMPIN ON THE HOES AN MACCIN THE ASSETS
IM ANYWHERE ANYTIME ANYDAY
HYPERSONIC HEFF FIFTY TWO DONT PLAY BOY
YOU MY SON IM CHOPPIN DOWN THE FOREST
DEAR LORD SAVE ME I **** MARIAH
EL CHAPO IS THE RICHEST CASH ON HAND MAN AN THEY CONFISCATED
I MAKE EL CHAPO LOOK BROKE
YOU ARE WITNESSING GREATNESS
IM THE RICHEST MAN IN HISTORY
THE RICHEST ALIVE
NO MAN WILL EVER ACHIEVE MORE
I WROTE THE PAPER TRAIL
ITS IMPOSSIBLE
BE THERE IN A HOUR ***
CALL ME A DUFFLE BAG BOY ON FATAL AN FELONY
YOU PAY 50 CENTS FOR CIGARETTES TAX
BUT WHEN YOU DRIVE 3 MINUTES AT 45 MILES PER HOUR
YOU PASS BILLIONS IN DEVELOPMENT
THAT MONEY DOESNT GET DISTRIBUTED
BIN LADINS FATHER HAD A 3 TRILLION DOLLAR BAHGDAD CONSTRUCTION CONTRACT
NEPAL SOLD THORIUM TO A CULT IN THE WORLD TRADES
THEY SUICIDE MELTED AWAY
YOU THINK THEY ATTACK WAS SUPPOSED TO STOP
NAH *** IT WAS STOPPED BY THE MILITIA
WE CAME OUT GUNS BLAZING
10 MILION ROUNDS PER QUADRO SQUARE MILE
100 MILLION TONS WHERES THE LANDING STRIP
LOOK UP BLAIR
BLACK GEORGIA MAN WINS 350 MILLION CASH IN POCKET LOTTERY
BUYS 100 PERCENT OF JAMAICAS MARIJUANA CROPS
LOOK AT ME NOW
I SHUTDOWN DECATUR AN EMINEMS SISTER SHOT ME UP WITH DOPE
**** EMINEM SAMANTHA ***** FIRE TELL HER LET ME HIT IT
I ROCKED THE SUN WITH MEMORIALOGICAL TELEPATHCY EXPLOSIONS
I CAN SHAKE EARTH ON COMMAND
I HAVE VIVID VIVID VISIONS
I SEE THINGS THAT I BELIEVE NOONE ELSE CAN SEE
IM DISEASED
THESE VISIONS GUIDE ME TO METAMOPHICAL EPHYPHANYS
THE TECHNOLOGY IS NOT POSSIBLE IN TODAYS INDUSTRY
I WOKE UP IN THE HOLY GARDEN OF EDEN
I CRAWLED UP THE LANDING
THE FOUNTAIN WAS TRICKLING
I DRANK FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH
GOT OFF MY KNEES STOOD
I RAN
NOTHING COULD STOP ME
I LAY DOWN THE ARTHUR SWORD IN FRONT OF DEMONS IDEOLOGY AN GOD
I SEEN HITLERS DEATH
I LIVED JESUS CHRIST SACRIFICE
BLACK WASNT BLACK
WHITE WASNT WHITE
NOTHING WAS NORMAL
DIFFERENT ENERGYS AN VISUALS
THEY NAILED ME TO THE HORSE TRAWL
I FEEL THE SPIKES
WHEN THEY SLAPPED THE HORSES *** WITH THE TIED ROPE
I WAS DONE FOR
THEY KILLED ME
I WOKE UP IN A PRYAMID EGYPTIAN LIKE REBIRTH
NOW WE ARE HERE AN ITS ME EXPLAINING TO YOU IM NOT FROM EARTH
IM THE CREATOR
IM GOD
ITS BIBLICAL
HE HAS RISEN
YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF THE LORD
ON THE BIBLE
IM NOT HERE TO SAVE YOU IM HERE TO HAUNT YOU
IM NOT HERE TO SAVE YOU IM HERE TO TAKE YOU TO HELL
IM NOT HERE TO SAVE YOU IM HERE TO MAKE YOU SEE YOUR SICKNESS
WE GOING OUT ON CANNONS
HELL ON EARTH RAIN ON HEAVEN BRING DOWN THE GATES
HEAVEN ON EARTH
PEACE
WHEN THE TRUTH UNVEALS ITSELF IN HUNDREDS OF YEARS FROM NOW
YOU WILL FACE THE MIGHT OF GOD
I SPOKE IT BEFORE IT HAPPEND
I SPEAK THE TRUTH
I SPEAK ON THE FUTURE
THERE WILL BE KING EARTH VERY SOON
IM TALKING ONE RULER ON PLANET EARTH
YES GLOBAL ******* ONE PERSON THE BOSS
THIS IS A FACT
THIS MAN WILL SUFFER
THIS MAN WILL SAVE OUR SOULS
THIS MAN WILL FEED EVERYONE
THIS MAN WILL END ALL WARS
THIS MAN WILL READ THIS WRITING AN SAY IN THE NAME OF HE PRODIGAL ONE
MARK MY WORDS YO
ONE PERSON RUNNING OUR NATIONS
ITS GOING TO HAPPEN
YOURE SCARED OF ME AN MY VISION
THATS WHY YOU KILLED ******
****** PROVED JEWS WERE PLOTTING
FACT
JEW PLOTTED AN ARE THE WEALTHIEST IN THE ECONOMY
IF ****** KILLED THAT ECONOMY
****** WOULD HAVE BEEN KING EARTH
UNTIL WE HAVE MASTER COMMANDER
WE ARE GOING TO LOSE
OUR WORLD NEEDS BILLIONS OF DEATHS
I WROTE IT REMEMBER THAT
THE CONSTITUTION SAYS IN LAMENS TERMS
IF THE PROCESS BECOMES MORE THEN A SIMPLE PROCESS ITS AGAINST HUMAN RIGHTS
THE AMENDMENTS BILL OF RIGHTS AN CONSTITUTION AN LAW BOOKS
ALL OF THOSE ARE 10 THOUSAND PAGE BOOKS
THEY TAKE TEN MINUTES TO CONVICT YOU AN YOUR BEING
WHEN ITS A 10 THOUSAND PAGE ESSAY IN COURT JERRY MANDERING
THATS AGAINST THE CONSTITUTION
THIS IS WHEN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA SUCCEEDS
WE CREATE A MILITIA
WE TAKE OVER EACH FORM OF GOVERNMENT
WE GO BACK TO NICKLES AN DIMES
WE CANCEL STOCKS
WE SHUTDOWN ALL BORDERS
AN WE PREP FOR WORLD WAR
WHERE MY VISION SAYS BILLIONS WILL DIE
YOU CONVINCING A FELLOW COUNTRY MAN TO RUN FOR HIS COUNTRY
HE WAS BORN 55K IN DEBT
HE HAS NATURAL RIGHTS
WHY DO YOU HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT
PAC SAID IT IN NINTY SIX ITS US AGAINST THE WORLD
LETS TAKE WHATS OURS
PUT IT IN ONE PILE
AN BURN IT
FLICK IT OFF **** ON IT
AN DRINK TO OUR DEMOLISION OF ABOLITIONIST
IMPEACHMENT HAS ABOLOSHIED OUR PRESIDENTIAL CABINET
THIS IS NOW MILITARY LEVEL
BASICALLY ITS A FACEBOOK POST 100 MILLION PEOPLE SHOW UP WITH GUNS
YOU JOIN
AN ITS OVER IN A DAY
NOONE HURT
JUST US LIVING AN GETTING WHAT WE DESERVE
NEW FORM OF GOVNERMENT
10 MILLION AMERICANS APPLICATIONS FOR CIVIL SERVICE
10 MILLION VOLUNTEER INFANTRY CIVILIAN CONTRACTED SERVICE MEN AND WOMEN
10 MILLION JOBS IN REBUILDING INFRASTRUCTURE TO NO WOOD JUST BRICK
AMERICAN AUTOBAHN 200MPH HIGHWAY EASTCOAST TO WESTCOAST
BILLIONS TO TRILLIONS TRILLIONAIRE WITH NO COMPENSATION
ZILLIONAIRE NOONE CAN COMPARE
SHINING RIDIN BY LIKE A GLARE
STOMP THESE HOES TO DUST AN BLOW IT WITH A LEAF BLOWER
GONE BAGGED UP OR DOWN THE DRAIN
SEE WHAT YOU BELIEVE BUT WHAT YOU BELIEVE CANT BE CONCEIVED
ITS A CONTRADICTION TO FOCUS AN PHYSICAL ATROPHY
ONCE THAT RADIATION GOT TO YOU
BLOODIED UP
SKILLED
SWITCH ON
SWITCH OFF
SWITCH ON
SWITCH OFF
ON AN OFF ON AGAIN
HEX ALL OF YOU FOR DENYING YOUR FACTION AN FUSION
WORLD TAKE OVER COMING SOON
GOON
YOU ****
**** YA NANNY AN YA MOMMA AN YA GRANNY
NUT AN WALK OUT
MAKE A CHICKEN SANWICH WITH HASHBROWNS
THE ASHTRAY BLUNT HEAVY WITH ROACHS
BEST BRING THAT BUG SPRAY
ON KILLA A VILLA TRILLA YELLA
YELLA ATCHA RIAH QUIK
THAT NES QUIK
I JUST MIGHT **** YA GUTS
THE END
amen
First things first I'm tryna put emcees in a hearse
Suckas in thirst cuz they game dry in need of a thirst
But I got guns that'll clench ya for hydration
Steppin' into a gangsta nation I be black and I'm makin'
Funky grooves that sooth ya mind moods
Though I been told Im crude pardon my rude'
Ness my lyrics just love to manifest and bless like a **** of cannibus
Check the heat I bust thatll turn a hata into dust
No ashes gettin' passes even when I skipped classes
Rather slap girls ***** leavin' gashes
On the back of their minds I stocky fella with mad rhymes
Blowin' my pines so sound one time
Cuz it's about to be a major crime
The emcee raider makin' massacres
Oh you thought you could fade tha
Freshest dopest emcee since the twenty first century
Naw ***** I'm bringin back that real ****
Til ya either dead or a crip so take a trip
With me into another Galaxy some call me.
Dr strange cuz my minds travels faster than bullet trains spittin' the flames
From the top of my grain my pineal gland enlighten
Mad hypin' while you ******* still typing
**** up in ya weak *** magazine I load up my rhymes and let em bust like thirty round magazine til they heads guillotine
Switchin' up teams can none touch my cream
I'm an all star livin' the dream catch my beam
I'm aiming the tech at ya cap soon to get **** slapped
Now check the stats we cheat more than the Pats makin' facts not fictions
Stay out of bounds ya pass jurisdiction
Nailed to a crime like a pension mentally in a cruxificion ain't none hittin'
My flows cuz I pitch heat faster than Randy Johnson
In the strike zone I'm on my own give a dog a bone
Retainin' my throne with my Queen Redbone
Flossin' the big herringbone addin' chapters to my tome
Like Jackson they won't leave me alone
So I gotta flex the chrome cannon a hulk like Bannon
I be last real ***** standing beat downs I'm handing
On some brand Nubian **** my flows is lit
Your is **** so shut the **** up n sit back while a real ***** spit before I leave ya clothes wetter than a ***** **** *****!!!!
Jesus Christ was just another *****, tryna fit into the new society picture,
Peep the optics, revolutionary hot picks, see they hate when you off topic,
Broke the government script, now they wanna make me a crip,
But the same bloods gonna drip, gang affiliated pressure,
On a rise, saw black jeeps to tahoes, taking a ride, through my,
Neighborhood and there I stood, plots all over the streets of Herschelwood,
Houston Texas baby, another project to make us crazy,
Rats in a cage, I stay engaged let the beast out of me, constantly on a rage,
But don't let em, see you break cuz they wanna see ya in ya wake,
Another tear shed for another who's dead, keep tallies on the feds,
I stay ahead, I know their game, numbers is all the same flame,
I'd rather accept losses than gain, that way they'll think you ain't change,
I play the role of Hermes, then let god of lightning swarm me,
Can't strike me down, if I gotta lotta souls conscious to ground,
Grim reapers creeping around, another soul waiting to be taken, underground
Yo what's that sound????




Glancing at my cannons, letting shots off like Manning, tryna be,
The last man standing, but y'all ain't understanding,
Me I been made for prophecy, black leader of the new to old society,
Quietly, I gather my thoughts slowly, on a hill I sit mediate to gravitate,
A stronger pull, grew out my wools, let the lamb spread, blood shed,
All over the news spread, they think I'm dead, took what Machiavelli said,
And play dead, what's a ghost when I got my heat, to make the most,
Smoke in the room, no mirrors of cameras to zoom, in the scents,
Of deaths perfume, catch the hellish heirloom, til I touch the tombs,
I'll be making alot of room, too much pain so it's hard to consume,
I thought I was living well, until I seen the spiritual side of hell,
Folks waiting in line, to be judged let the first to the last be behind,
I saw my baby standing from a distance, angel wings presence,
Swarm of seraphim's around me, telling me my time is close to thee,
Winds calling from a grave, how I can I find peace, and still be saved,
Check it once the mic touches my hand
Begins damage from the clan got ****
Man I gotta stay throwed showing elbows
Pokin' off the 44's of the caddy vogues I suppose
Ya know how the game goes hoes chose
Leave em on their toes expose ya know
I be a ***** jedi deaden ya third eye
So why try takin' all the lies I'm tied improvise
Through a thousand eyes I'm seeing haters
In a distance mad at my money stance
And I don't dance in the ring of fire burning desires ?
Naw never too clever but I'll endeavor
Over my enemies see me brain flowin'
Like the wind it's breezy sippin' syrup with the Hennessy
Aggressive as Bundy can't none swang like me
On the three see the tires rolling and chirping
Spark up a blunt again to take on the sins of men
And women my provisions is gunning
With out ammunition switching position
So I can hit it right on the track the man in black  
Set to attack villian and all that
We hate loose chit chat
Forgive the lost and the wicked stickin' chickens
In the kitchen now my palms itching
Money wishing still ******* off haters foes
To hoes and bros quick to unleash the four four
Mad cuz they flows ain't ******* feelin' like Shakur
Me against the world with all eyes on me
Can ya feel me? Wreckin' shop mayne it don't stop
Creme of the crop sittin' at the
Top
Like a mob boss since others is lost they get tossed
Welcome to the land of milk and honey
Ain't nothing funny but I dug a Patty
That was phatti punnani gave me energy
Mayne and I'm a keep it going raw skills showing
Hurricane mental just blowing
Stronger the grip the more I make em crip-
-ples open ya temples feel no sentimental
To enemies chilling below six feet ya go
And it ain't for show stuck at the gates
Of hells fate release the demons
From my pate
Got more doggs than Nate that's quick to regulate
Guns bust now you in a crate for God's sakes
Stake snakes who know they fake as I rake
And take money's in bundle used to be humble
Now I charge money longer than the hairs
Of Repunzels
Yo let's go space agin' eat chicken Cajun
My girls says I'm amazing blunts blazin'
Over grams to pounds whats that sound?
Flashlight knock out clowns
Its Htown
Holding crown or better yet a dynasty
Feel me? Naw I'm too hot to touch
Once the toasters bust turn flesh into crust
No hate in my game know the name
Same ol same taste of rhyme *******
Divine and sane makes me insane
Off the top of the brain most claim
They got the industry on lock but not
The way I see it most ain't livin' it
Fantasy dreaming triple beamin'
My visions paralyze treasons
Giving reasons why we here earth wind and fire
Combination of desire maxe for higher
Learning from the Thais burning page turning
Back to the days of hip hop in a top drop
My vogues sittin' on pokers and it don't stop
Third coast stay getting props **** slops
We loosened ya knots so all profits
Come to us Ponzi scheme style wild
Stay close to my Ruger cuz hataz more foul
Than Kyle it's southpark we putting sparks
Burnt out ya eyesight from the flash of a bright
Gun ejection no recollection I black out
See what my killaz about southside soldiers
Rollin' through like bolder my thoughts colder
Than an depth of an abyss givin' a kiss
To the skyline a graphic design
Raise the vibrations of my spine
AiYo it's time to grind glow from the sunshine

Once I learned the ways of the goetias
Its takes ya to higher domains and plains
And to places ya never been through strategize my Sun Tzu
Art of war principles dialect ya pupils
I was made to rule ten tactics i follow
Pride I swallow while y'all borrow
From acted movie scripts not a blood or Crip
But I stay affiliated far from calibrated
I'm off the scales so I won't see bail
But Ill see Baal I'm trapped inside a jail
Of hells cartel see most ain't living well
And you can tell from the aroma that smells
Foul living brailles the sinning
And happiness within im still givin'
The best that I've got til my flesh rot
I'll still be on the verge of a plot
Who wanna take a shot? At me
Only to reenergize my energy
It's the return of the voodoo child
As I pile up lyrics for the crate
Of records for my vocals chords
To explore giving ya brain a taste
Of soul food soothing ya mood
I'm mellow as Parker ****** flow
Just so ya know I'll rock it slow
So Carefully listen yo I ain't dissing
Reminiscin' to what's really missin'
In the game **** shame old school reign
Supreme I stop chasing diamond rings
I rather have a bezel mind shinin' through time
Wonka maze these days my rhymes to mic protege so begins the stages I  slay
Seven Nielsen Feb 2021
At T's funeral
Fat Carlo took his shoes off
first thing
and he did it with that secret little smile of his
. . . watching . . .

He stretched out the laces all crooked
like mangled snakes
mud-brown and sickly pistachio-green
with aglet heads worn down to
nubs
right in front of everyone
. . . goading . . .

The wound on his big toe
'that don't never heal'
is a trophy of his careless barefoot run
with his crip-dog
Hopsack
and that violent tantrum after reading
Colosimo's political column
in the Daley Herold
about democrats stealing water shares
. . . seething . . .

Chalk up Fat Carlo's actions
to his constant fits of
revenge
and his hillbilly upbringing
. . . prodding  . . .

And, it's because he won't listen to Paola's demands
about keeping his shoes on in public
or not picking his teeth with a safety pin --
always riding him in lowdown ways
. . . taunting  . . .

Just keep praising Paola
for her stupid things
like O-Cedar-waxing the casket
or the raspberry-Renuzit-spray-shower
she gave the mortuary
before the service
'just in case'
. . . showboating  . . .

Carlo gets mad whenever he hears
anyone complement his Paola --
but
do it anyway
'cause
it really gets to him
and if you make Paola smile
she might give you a slice
of her special mocha cake
later
after we're all done grievin'
. . . faking . . .
ashtonbrehite Jul 2019
I’m sorry.
I tend to break hearts often.
May I just say that, my heart has five walls guarded by knights in black protecting it.
You only made it pass the first wall.
My heart is a stranger to everyone even myself.
She doesn’t speak to people she doesn’t know.
She carries herself like the First Lady
And these days, she’s been too busy for anyone.
You see, she is wise.
She has been in pieces more times than a puzzle.
She has been abandoned as if she was an orphan.
She’s very hard.
More hard than any crip or blood.
But might I add..
When she does wanna welcome someone,
She welcomes them with arms wide open.
So open that if she had wings,
She would soar through the sky.
When she lets down her walls,
You will see the most beautiful place ever.
Lost upon all the heart breaks and disappointments.
You will see her and wonder why she is so guarded.
She is guarded because she knows that people will not take care of her, like her.
So I’m sorry for breaking your heart multiple times.
These days, I just can’t get a hold of my heart.

@ashtonbrehite
Big Virge Sep 2020
Ya Know... Yesterday...
A Young Lady said...

"Big Virge, you really
have a way with words !"

It Was A Web Comment...
That She Had Left...
About A Couple of Lines...
In A Poem of Mine...

Called... " The Test of Stress "...

A Compliment PRIMED...
By THESE Big Virge Rhymes...

"We need to feed our minds,
with more than talk of war,
and, crossing swords !"

A Cool Comment Fa' SURE... !!!
But The Poem Was MORE...
About A **** Whose Jaws...
Made My Anger SOAR... !!!!!!!!!

To The Point Where WAR...
Became The Thing I SAW... !!!

But Moving ON.....................
I Think Her Comment Was WRONG...

I Have A Way With VERSE...
That Deals In... TRUTH... !!!

Like Those Who Use HERBS...
To... CALM Their Mood...

So I Guess She Was RIGHT... !?!
Cos' The Lines That She LIKED...
Were Written To RELEASE............................ ..
What Was... SWELLING IN ME... !!!!!

A Wish To SEE...
That *** WIPE... Bleed... !!!!!
Just Like Ladies Do... " Periodically ".........

Okay... Here We GO...
Cos' It's Time To SHOW...

The Ways My Words Flow...
Just Like The GOOD TIMES ROLL... !!!!!

But BEFORE I Impart...
Wordplay That Is SHARP... !!!

Let Me SAY THIS...
From... MY HEART... !!!

I Have A Way With TRUTH...

Because Words I Use...
Are NOT ALWAYS Cool... !!!!!!

SOME Have Called Them CRUDE... !!!
and QUITE A Few Take The View...
That I'm An... ANGRY BRUTE... !!!!!

Whose Words BURST Balloons...
And... BUBBLES TOO... !!!

And As For The Girls...
Well I Speak TOO MUCH Truth...
To Suggest That I'm... " A Dude "...

Who Has... " A Way With Words "... ?!?

NOT With **** Ladies...
Who Wanna Have Some Babies...
But Maybe YES... Just MAYBE... ???

That's Because Big Virge Plays SAFELY...
Cos' Ladies... REAL Slim Shady...
Can Border On Being CRAZY... !!!!!!!!!

See I'm A... CRAZY Lyricist...
When It Comes To FLIPPING Scripts... !!!

I FLIP Em' Like... A CRIP...
Whose BLOOD Is DIFFERENT Kids... !!!!!!!!

My Words Are Used To Sometimes SHOOT...
At Targets MARKED Like WARRIOR SHARKS...
Who Have The HEART To Hunt In The DARK... !!!

See My Words Shed LIGHT...
On... POINTLESS Fights...
But ALWAYS FAVOUR...
A GREEN Light Sabre... !!!!!

Because My Flavour...
Is SOMETHING To SAVOUR...
When I PEPPER Vaders'...
... INHALER With LABOUR "...
of That of... A SLAYER...
CAPED Like THAT CRUSADER...
Who BREAKS Terminators... !!!!!

... " I'll Be BACK ! "...
For YOU... HATERS... !!!

Cos I'm An Empire BREAKER...
As Well As GOOD NEIGHBOUR... !!!!!

DON'T Cross Me Like FADERS...
Cos' Your Name AIN'T... " Roc' Raida' "... !!!!!!

R. I. P.... To THAT Man... !!!

Now You See I'm ADVANCED...
Lyrically... I ENHANCE...

The Usage of Verse...
Through Wordplay That WORKS... !!!

NOT... " Kendrick Lamar "...
Big Virge AIN'T That HARD... !!!

Wait A Minute That's FARCE... !!!

NO DISS To The Yute'...
He's Doing His DO... !!!

But DON'T Be FOOLED... !!!
My Age And My STATUS...
Is WAY ABOVE... " Playas' "...
Now CLAIMING BIG FAME...

When They LACK The Game...
To Use Words... THIS WAY... !!!

Poems To Raps...
That Make Campers MAD... !!!

YUP... I AM THAT Man... !!!

Whose Words OVERSTAND...
Humanity's... FALL... !!!

So My Words Make The CALL...
For Us To... STAND TALL...

And USE Words Like Debaters...
Whose Values Are GREATER...
Than Using.... " N-Words "...
Just To... STACK Paper... ?!?

Is THIS What Our Words...
Have Now Become WORTH... ?!?

DON'T TRY To Play SMART...
Because Your Music CHARTS... !!!

You CAN'T Be... " A STAR "...
When EARTH's Where You're PARKED... !!!!!

To THINK That You ARE...
IS CLEARLY... PURE FARCE... !?!

Fame Fortune and GREED...
Has Made Currency FIENDS...
Who NOW FORSAKE Truth...

Just To... " Look COOL "... ?!?

Our Words ARE A TOOL...
That When SUITABLY Used...
Can YES... Make A DIFFERENCE...
To... MIS-INFORMED Children... !!!!!

I DEFEND To The END... !!!
These Things Through Poems...
That Speak On The World...
How People Now Work...
And How People HURT... !!!

And Things Well Observed... !!!
That SHOW Why This Girl...
Was Quite... UNRESERVED...

In Suggesting That I... Have...

... " A Way With Words "...
It's always nice to be complimented, and it sometimes proves to be inspiring, as it was in this case, so thanks again, to the young lady who was so complimentary !
One major advantage
     since receiving
     social security
     disability ah...dunno,
     about a half hoof doe
     zen years {courtesy,

     sans my (own)
lee wrecking ball,
essentially schizoid
     personality disorder} -
     (yea, mon a

     far out, groovy,
     and feel line good
     diagnosis to call
me very own) - with
what ewe euell
     might not bull

     heave ramifications - from
     (back before
     prescription medication
     sigh hood dell lick
     days that used
     tubby mine normal) -

with near fall
ling over edge into abyss -
     sensation quite gall
lee maw free in the hall
of the mountain king - christ
more accurately housed

     in stone temple
     as paunchiest pilot
pulling major drug heist
     battling o'er what appeared
tubby over priced
     placebo heavily spiced

     strictly intended for this
     emotionally hide bound
his debilitating crip
     pulling noggin - crowned
with blunt object triggering
anxiety/ panic attacks,

I could expound
til cows come
     home to roost -
     (real funny seeing bovines
     getting off the ground)

     out there along trailways,
     corralled by severe
     barking from one
     bus size grey hound
one pet smart
     pooch also doubles

     up as pet therapy - renowned
far and wide to alleviate
     illogical, neurological, and
     physio logical symptoms wound
     like a tight coil
     helping abate

     such profuse perspiration
     dripping by the crate
full, which augments dehydration,
     thisa vicious circle game,
     I “GERALD” do HATE!

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