"djinn" poems
Jesus Christ, Lord Almighty
Expel my demons and watch them die with me
Satan Lord, Leviathan
Give my demons an interesting origin
Plague me with poets smoking joints rolled with rejected poems
Fill my thoughts with cockney accented thespians
Let them hold Academy award nominations from films long forgotten
Enthuse my self-destruction
Bring me goth kids brought up in wholesome homes
Bring me Art school students choosing to abandon their degrees
Bring me women aroused by smashed clocks
Bring me men aroused by awkward teenagers
Bring me Christians questioning their faith
Lord Almighty, God, Yahweh, Jehovah
Tell me the story of your disagreements with Vishnu
Let me see Moloch's disgruntlement and subsequent drunk and disorderly
Show me when Hera was seducing your nephew
Bring me into the world of the soap opera battles
Write to me Paris
Write to me Paris
I want to read your poetry
I want to read your mind
Sing to me Helen
Embrace me and we shall escape from torments
Heavenly and humane
We shall watch hipsters walk past us
Smoking Spirits and drinking poison berry teas
Let Adam grow disgruntled
Let children laugh
If, Lord Jesus, you grant me my wish
Send me a djinn with evil in his heart
Who's bound to be annoyed by my desires
Send me an ent to lift me above my world
Send me an elf to love me for all my time
Send me a mountain to travel over home
Transport me to Germany
Transport me to Spain
Transport me to New Zealand
Give me a free pass, one-way ticket to Darwin's islands
Write my story so that I collect new, unprecedented species
And devour the flesh of my find
Hide me in Antarctica with a monstrous creation of my own mind
Let me eat
Let me gorge
Then starve me
Show me Caligula
Show me Marilyn Monroe
Then leave me with Ed Wood
And force me to watch his films so that I may inherit my grandfather's fortune in comic books
Which, of course, will bring her to love me again
Oh Lord Jesus
Lord of Hosts
Possess me so that I may live again
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC
Your Messiah is not Christ
my Karma is not your dogma
Their AntiChrist is not the Mahdi
His avatar is not yet manifest
Our Dajjal is not their 12th Imam
Your Brahman is not my Elohim
The Atman is not the God-Man
Your God-Man is Luciferian
Our Lucifer is not their Allah
The Djinn are undocumented
some angels fell
Allah is not Ras Tafari
Their Zion is Babylon
Jerusalem is Egypt or *****
Their Angels are ascended Masters
Our Master is your ascended Savior
My Savior is your accuser
Their God is no Savior
His unction is Satanic
The war is spiritual
The Spirit is not obvious
My anointing is carnal
their anointing is moronic
our doctrine is angelic
Your rejection was predestined
our acceptance is divine
Our depravity is documented,
your sanctity is illusory
their power is diabolic
their light is darkness
Their leader is ungodly
Our God is unseemly
His Truth is offensive
The bitter is not sweet
the sweet is unworldly
the world is not heavenly.
Trinity in seven spirits, yet God is One…
Revel in the uncertainty. Have some holy fun
fitting more angels on the pin-head, dancing
before they fall. Rebellion is always entrancing
until the current postmodern theology
hooks up with psycho-sexual linguistic pathology.
Don’t accept my apology
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
You are the Love that I Remember,
You melt me through Aeons of Winter.
You make me the blazing Djinn,
You make me the Christ without Sin.
You are the Cure for The Cold
and my love is like Footsteps in Snow.
Where I follow with Feather and Rose.
To give you my Heart and my Soul.
You are the Love that I Remember.
You are the Love that I Recall,
You are the Spirit of my Crossing,
You tie me in Beautiful Woes.
You are the Essence of Color.
Also the midnight cruiser.
You are the spring fawn,
and its your laughter that makes me grow.
You are the will of the bright.
You are the source of my spiritual writing.
You make me the king in blessings.
Blessings of virtue and light.
You are the love that I remember,
the truth and the love that is tender.
You are the ocean of responsibility,
that I pick up when reason is withering.
You are the quintessential virtue.
That all there is to know is full.
The fullness you supply, I imbibe
these virtues; with intimacy, grace and time.
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 2:27 PM UTC
The Camel’s **** is an ugly lump
Which well you may see at the Zoo;
But uglier yet is the **** we get
From having too little to do.
Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo,
If we haven’t enough to do-oo-oo,
We get the ****
Cameelious ****
The **** that is black and blue!
We climb out of bed with a frouzly head
And a snarly-yarly voice.
We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl
At our bath and our boots and our toys!
And there ought to be a corner for me
(And I know there is one for you)
When we get the ****
Cameelious ****
The **** that is black and blue!
The cure for this ill is not to sit still,
Or frowst with a book by the fire;
But to take a large *** and a shovel also,
And dig till you gently perspire.
And then you will find that the sun and the wind
And the Djinn of the Garden too,
Have lifted the ****
The horrible ****
The **** that is black and blue!
I get it as well as you-oo-oo,
If I haven’t enough to do-oo-oo,
We all get ****
Cameelious ****
Kiddies and grown-ups too!
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The legere sacristy of pure love blazing
Feline confluence across ethereal plains
Arched angelic collusion of things sepulchral
The arcane occidere travisty of
Transmogrification canonized
Darkling eminence ordained;
The verity aura of radiance
Twilights tidal blood- dye magenta,
Germane sleek meagre wealth chiming lo!.
Finitudes golden prayer draping flounded
Brutality tithing the zenith with mealy
Doer aptitude majestically turbulent
Sacrificing thoriums weld feudal
Of heavens deceitful soothsayers,
Fellow djinn of Gotterdammerung
Soli of vilest stoic jingoism.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 7:07 AM UTC
you and i are split skin. split skin in a cave.
shadow craven sparks in the nonplus of our one up
you and i are this djinn, white marble lathe of sparrows ,
ravenous larks upon our dumb lust, such
universal slit wind. It's bent in a wave.
hallowed pavilions, susurrus the rhombus
of love's knave
who cuts up.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
Truth? a lewd's you
in known certain terms:
whether veins, when drowned
hawks a gin (loomin’)
a shin splinters as
mines bore on; why ‘ol
car bonfires grow tired
of a pack o’ lips’ wisp ring,
*“Hydra Djinn—
Sine diem purgare nox.”*
Redeem and weep
in tents, faces & phrases
met a fizz[i call]y
drunk in jest id bouts
wrested liver's tried & tested [buy con-
testant after contest-
ant] where West lids gaze
in two, the joy of the flame
hungry's gasping for air
[nothing's becoming] bright
berthed of ash-end tombs
lit up in the night.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC
There is dark magic
Here in my attic
A magician’s tactics
Cause pain emphatic
This magician gives me all I can handle
Until one day I’m dismantled
Like a once lit candle
Extinguished by the ice near Ymir
Birthing the Titans I fear
Bringing death here
Morphing me into a rigid wreck
Here in the frigid depths
I wish I left
The violence of violins
Lamenting the vile sin
Conjured by riled kin
Like they’re wild djinn
Can’t be muted
Only diluted
By becoming rooted
In thinking stupid
Avoiding Cupid
To join the putrid
The magician concocts potions
That excuse my emotions
As I forget devotion
For a temporary motion
The magician gives us difficult obstacles
And easily medicated excuses
So people won’t make things optimal
While purpose eludes them
Like Jekyll and Hyde
My hackles I hide
With shackles of pride
Covered in mystic thorns
So my wrists are torn
From the pain adorned
It’s my brain I mourn
The magician erects walls so thick
They separate healers from the sick
With magic bricks
Imbued by the magician’s enchantment
He builds a wall and then expands it
Until those inside become tantric
From the prison wall’s antics
Every time I turn the page
I am given rage
On the magician’s stage
Of the wars we wage
Under a curse of anger
Dehumanizing strangers
To deploy the Army Rangers
Perpetuating harming danger
The magician lies
The magician steals
The magician hides
What is real
Until I feel
The cold steel
The magician wields
Piercing through my electrified body
I guess the magician finally caught me
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
Dressed in a robe of
A startling white
Tinged with blue.
Eyes rimmed with
dark lashes and
kohl.
Desert eyes.
Lips curled in amusement,
Long hands resting on the latest SUV,
Long, tapered fingers tapping the
door.
An abaya and the arrogant head
turns. Two flickers. One in the eye,
for the slim figure and the body stands
Straighter; taller.
A pretty face,
Unveiled but heavily concealed by
Layers of foundations, shades too light.
The other is a point of light
Through the ear. Yes.
Through the hole in
The ear. His ear.
A djinn slips through
On the cool, night, sea breeze.
I ignore the girl in black and
Slide into the SUV, as easily
As he slipped into my life, as
Easily as the djinn blew through his ear.
I eye the ear. Clean and perfect
To me, despite the gap in his pinna.
Each member of his tribe bears
This inexpert removal.
To let the djinn pass through the
Ear. Else they burrow through the
Canal into the brain,
Trapped by the ear.
Djinn travel with the wind,
You see? We wouldn't want
Madness in the desert. Djinn,
Trapped behind those eyes.
Khol eyes. Arrogant eyes.
Reduced to madness? No,
He wouldn't allow that.
Rather a small imperfection.
He starts the engine.
The pretty face above the
Abaya appears in his line of
Sight again. Mouth's curled no more.
He is uninterested. The
Car roars, slips out,
Joins the highway and
We speed into the night.
I look out the window.
The Djinn travels beside us.
It glitters under the street
Lamps and car headlights
As they move aside,
To let us pass.
Desert dwellers on either side.
One within. One without.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
The gnomes sang and danced while the faeries all pranced
and the elfins got drunk by the fire
The pixies hummed tunes and got ****** on mushrooms
I can't remember what happened to the choir.
Sethark the lord of the dark was roused from his sleep by the din
the djinn in the lamp though he at first appeared camp
wished up the drawbridge and pulled in the ramp.
This gathering, like babies were safe in the glades
while Sethark from Hades was sharpening the blades.
But it all fizzled out when Sethark gave a shout
to a beautifully jewelled little lady
and they tarried away somewhere deep in the hay
and the result was a devilish imp of a baby.
The party goes on though the pixies have gone
because too many mushrooms had doomed them
and now they're doomed to the glens
banished from the fens
No longer to hum or strum on guitars
nor sing sweet melodies to the brightest of stars
sad tales are told by old faeries and gnomes
of pixies evicted from family homes
but they know in their bones that it should have been them in the glen
but say nothing of this thing
or bad luck they will bring on you.
The story that's told is quite true
Believe if you wish
and if you wish it
it's true.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC
opening up an eclectic ruddy random selection of books to the sound of classical concerto dimmed to 'whelming' (neither under nor overwhelming), is like entering point after point to perspective to new brain after old brain after subject to object to alluvit, the few, the many-- 'on July 21st, 1936, Lockheed test pilot Elmer C. McLeod, with Amelia as copilot, took the new Electra up for its first official flight..' 'This is the picture of the Djinn making the beginnings of the Magic that brought the Humph to the Camel..' 'A block away from the museum doors, the guards still follow us, until a new group of guards from the next building has us under surveillance..' 'More and more, I suspect that Buddhists and shamans are correct..' 'I liked Bloodworth and in the spring we were going to play outfield together on that Lowell team, he whose name for years had mystified me when I saw it in Lowell High and Lowell Twi League boxscores-' 'if the world at large found it impossible to believe the truth of the Holocaust, even when provided with incontrovertible proof, Berliners presented with piecemeal evidence, rumour and hearsay were bound to dismiss such talk as enemy propaganda, or perverted fantasy. As Ursula Von Kardoff recalled after the war: 'we were realistic and pessimistic. But Auschwitz?'- '"Twenty-five centavos."
"Twenty-five centavos," repeated the Syrian in a firm voice with almost no accent.'--
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
Being ancient but
perky I am not here
for you to bond my
strength, to lock me like
a djinn into a bottle
for making a wish
as and when you wish
but to guide your sailboat through
wild, choppy waters,
just to play with your
hair, to cool the fever and
kiss the tearful face of yours.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
You worry me, Shy One,
I'd love to get to know you.
But you are not shy, you are a bastion.
Quiet, unmoving, firm. Resolve.
You are a friend, fathoms deep,
I need to fathom you out.
I need to speak to your sleep.
Your pulse, is like the tide, constant, neap.
Under the moon, pale, we sleep
Speak out! Let's just talk about the weather today,
I don't mind. Talking about the weather is just as good,
How are you ? I know you're fine. We don't change those sands of time.
You are deep, but quiet, a firm resolve,
A revolver, rotating drum, by the fire light,
The din of the djinn, is quiet in your soul.
I stare into the embers of the coal.
The call of the night.
Talk to me. Tell me something about you.
Mystery of the mysterious ones,
The seven cities you lived in,
The seven sons,
The seven suns in the sky, revolve around us,
those djinns that live in the bastion
I want to know you, I like you,
Talk to me, even about the weather,
How are you, fine, as ever,
Tell me are you all right, is your family safe,
Do you eat at night ?
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
she dreamed of sweet
& beautiful
things
skipping across planets
kissing the
stars
as they passed her by
she drank herself
dizzy
from hollow asteroids
& stumbled into
the arms of a celestial
king
every so often when
her eyelids would
flutter
& she felt time move
ever so slowly
she'd realize the gist
& jest of it all
waking to find her hands
tied as she dangled
from the ceiling
***** feet scraping the floor
morphine dreaming
the genie appeared
not a smile in his gaze
but a sick
satisfaction
& asked her for the third and
final wish
"where am I?"
she whispered, vocally
& spiritually
drained
he pressed his
brittle lips
to her
trembling forehead
"sleep"
he said
as he drank the blood
from her bare
pale neck
& under she went
above to the
stars
home sweet home
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
He may look like you or me
As he walks down your friendly street
Casually starts a conversation
Never knowing his evil motives
You will nod and strangely agree
to things you thought you didn’t believe
He will befriend you and ****** your mind
You’ll slowly change and compromise
One day he will knock upon your door
And walk right in and he’ll ask for
a friendly wager if you’re interested
Your hearts desire anything you wish
Greed gently tempts with untold riches
He promises you your 3 wishes
How fortunate you think your fate
And what a deal you think you made
You take a breath and close your eyes
A billionaire a mansion and nice ride
He folds his arms and makes it appear
now it’s my turn you suddenly here
Greed and lies rules this Djinn
And his freedom he tricks you in
The magic fades and slowly rust
All your gold will turn to dust
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
Imagine
You're an adorable dolphin
Your cute fin!
You're ecstatic about watery
Corals
And
Aquamarine
You sport and swiftly swim
And swim
You dance with the white horses
You sing in the tempest
Imagine
You're the lovely hyacinth
You enhance
The elegance
Of a gorgeous
Garden
Your evocative
Perfume
Is mind-blowing!
Imagine
You're a sweet skylark
Your pleasant tone is
Magically melodious
Imagine
You're the silvery rain
You remove the pain
Of the heat of the sun
Imagine
You're the splendid
Rainbow
You feel a glow
Of colour
You've the VIBGYOR
You are
Never
Evanescent
Imagine
You're the
Breeze
You blow nicely
You're more
Than invisibility
Imagine
You're the lamplight
The djinn
And obscurity
Fear you
You're luminously bright!
Imagine
You are
FARAH TASKIN!!!;)
You own
The evergreen
Realm of fancy!:)
Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 7:21 AM UTC
I'm a monster; a Djinn.
Feeding off your invigorating stories.
Licking words like kisses out of your mouth.
Tasting each single letter, like shades of wine.
******* out marrow of thoughts, till you sigh with relief.
Till you're moaning from the seated feeling of confession.
Handing your dreams over with a content smile,
keeping up the illusion for a while
Freely given thoughts for me to savour,
swallowed to marinate with my tainted ones.
Dreams for me to digest and ruminate.
Wisdom to infinitely chew on.
...oh, the addictive aroma of your words.
A supernatural parasite, I'm ******* you dry.
Feeding my hungry minds cry.
Our relationship is far from okay.
but I'll keep you sedated a little longer,
just until you realize;
I'm the monster and you're the prey.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
Eye Of The Over Soul, Direction Injection Over Load,
I’m Over Here, Over Head , Under Toes,
Saving Under Dogs, Like Aw Oh My God My Hands In ******* Braw,
Pants Dance A lot, Numbers Right, Night Candle Hot,
Dark Forest, Spooky Sounds Wood Black,
Theres No Taking A Should Back,
Realitys A Hoax, I Know That I Should Laugh,
Emotions Are Explosions, On A Clone Mask,
I Said I Mean It, I Own That.
Gold Is The Greenest, I Bleed It, The Zone Shack,
Armor Pours From Open Doors,
You Nasty Tweaking 4 bodys Sleeping All Weeknd,
Joking Sure, Of Course,
6 Plus 2, The Way Of The Gate,
Every Day Is My Birthday , Eye In The Cake,
I Cant Take Much More Of The ****
That Yall ****** Say,
I’m On A Cliff , With Yo Chick,
Kissing My Limbs,
Mornings Start With Night Shower, We White Owls & ******* 6,
Rather Have Girls With Game Sticks, In Sweaters Squirting, Like Rain Drips
We Came With The Bottle ***** Djinn, Mystery Dripping From My Chin,
D & Me , Have A Way With Sin, It’s Not Likely To To See Kites Nicely , Where Our Bikes Be,
****** Naught Psychedelic Heavy Weights, Astral Flight ****
3 Plus 3 Blooming Healthy Chai Seed,
Percieve Only What The Eye Sees,
2 Eyes Bleed ,
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
Ah, that your Flesh be that Smooth Leather pierce
Pricked by Needles on the Sands of Dubai
As the Blue Giant hovers; And shakes your Fears
From the White Winged Djinn hovering on high
He wants your Temple; Such Beauty obssessed
That even in his Realm his Kind turns Green
On how such Coil as you - Divine possessed -
Which to Retirements abhor the Mean
Which Font, then, must your Alphabet construct
Something which verily made to Run and Blow
So you lie down; And flash the Comfortiduct -
That same Pronged Victory we all should know.
After all, long have we Enjoyed such Bulge
Of Eight Metres spread; Less Five Inches indulge.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
My breath contracts as the night begins.
I slide between the stone streets,
Divide through alleys like a wisp of
Faint air drifting through this
Atmosphere.
Break forward.
There is this voracious silence,
Eats all but me and the moon's daunting smile
I smile against the darkness,
Seperate from the night.
Cold air speaks to my throat,
This task will be met
By my transclucent grasp
On reality...
My heart is the anchor that drowns me in ankle deep water.
The shore is so close..
I dare not wade farther into the depths i have already wandered into.
Pull me back to shore.
The turnabout begins now.
I will float on
And this night will remain my home
Yet I will be the streetlights and the promise of dawn
I should let you know
I was not a fool
I was not a muse
I was not a truce
Between the below and above
I imagined myself a djinn
A powerful being,
Being, so many kinds of people.
All their positivity, I drank each with fervour
Every unique trait I had ever come across
Became my own effortlessly.
So cool, so cool, so cool...
And as my mind drifts into a dream light, I wander...
My soul is lost on a shore.
Sunlight streams in and nothing can destroy it
The leaves shake the trees and I am surrounded by bliss.
Emotions were ripped out of me at a young age,
Ones I did not know I could feel!
And yet--This adrenaline--
It provides me with the grip on my calling.
I will live to realize this soul rooted wish.
You will be honoured.
And so I wander into the night.
Day in, day out.
The moon grins with ****** intent,
But I am the streetlights and the promise of dawn.
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 1:53 AM UTC
Light light beings
Sara L Russell, 10/10/16
So if we are light beings, then is the aura a fountain of white
diamond fire reflecting the sun, dancing in the air
in a million drops of exploding starlight from the seventh universe.
If we are light beings, we are beholden to shun the darkness.
Always shun the darkness, for it is full of the shadows of djinn;
those shadow people know your comings and goings,
behold, they are legion, they hunt the starlight children
fly like a moth to the light; since it holds only the luminescence of love.
We are light, we are strong, we are wingbeats of angels,
we are the blameless abiders of law from our leaders,
like a million dancing raindrops, we can weather the maelstroms,
holding the light as a feather; since it is fragile and needs our belief.
And if we are light beings, being lighter than air or arias,
then is the aura like haloes of sunbeams reflected in sea;
only then we are free to ascend in the spirit of freedom,
being the love light and keepers of tranquility.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
Sit back as I free base the mic
Keep ya *** tight
Like constipation facin’ the nation
One man crew represent
Houston smell my lbs of mints
I get intense leave brain cells pinched
Rhymes lynched clear the bench
When I make a walk around talk around
I get around **** more than bobby brown
Make emcees jump around I get down
Like James Brown
the Black Ceasar
Take over the crowds leave *******
Leaning like the tower of Pisa
I even got Mona Lisa
To Crack a smile biggie with my flow
As well as what sits below
The heavy set hitter no bullshitter
Think twice I’m spittin’ naughty nothing
So come.with it
But I know you ****** bluffin’
Actin’ toughin’
til they see me
They Common Man as David Ruffin
Now the guns got they spirits floatin’
Throw ya ashes in the ocean
**** a notion
I’m shady take notes from.the lyrical.
Oracle now say it im…
Hit up the scene
With pounds of green
& 50 gran sittin’ in between
My Benz six hundred the best class
Showin’ raw ***
Check the state it reads Texas plates
How can I relate ?
To the loot im accumulatin’
Aint no debatin’
jealous critics be hatin’
Im.creatin’
An epitome so forceful the feds can’t get to me
Gettin’ more *** then pimps get
forget
What they sayin’
pay attention to my pipe layin’
****** beats with no need for sheets
Sneak peak dirtier than a Iraq Sheik
Smooth as an undercover like women of cocoa butter
Skin since the world is sin
I take a shot of gin for the djinn
To settle in
Take control then i menace the mic
Like Mike got the game on lock
6 undefeated makin’ miracles
Not satirical got critics sayin’ he’s Unbelievable! !!
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
We rip through bulletproof vest
Expose meat on your chest
Curved like a crest since my adolescent
I was made for the battle snappin' rattles herd em in like cattles death to enemies who tattle?
My wordsmith be sharper than a barber blade sliced then fade this is a takeway
Like tom hanks they the get the cast away
Casket I means on display so bump the negativity
When me and Mac come through ya know how we do
Rip through vocals and spinal chords
Mortal combat bloat em like snorlax stuff em like kotex give em a klennex
Cuz they bleeding from they neck
Like an attack from Black Dracula
Rhymes spectacular connect with my vernacular
I be the rappin' consular eat em up like jentacular
braille em like macular
Once the taste my rhymes they embrace saccular
Knock amateurs yo Mac diesel we too ******** for em
Its the aeon of seclorum rhyming in foursomes me myself and I and the universe connectin' durums
Sound the drums the wars is coming techs is humming you can see the pain dumped in
Hearts exposed from sin tacklin' the uncontrollable djinn'
Huh I was made from within
A spiritual divine giving cursed inside a blessing
Flash minds like a bang from a Smith and Wesson
Hope these critics learning they lesson
Im a king with the five point stetson
Turn fakes emcees into a depression
Causing aggression make em change directions
Persona skills pursuing pressing with my intellectual weapons
Takin' souls captive addendum to my collection it was destined
I give em mercy once began intercessions
Whoaaaa!!!
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
all i can do is just smile
as a problem child
now im a grown man
cant get a job for ****
n politics claim its taxes n ****
but thats ********
headed for depression
everybody plottin against me
seem like they whole world
out to get me
but i keep a knife and guns
with me
just incase of confrontation
i rep that black nation
dont get it twisted
haters on my biscuit
like im ****** em
but they get nuttin left overs
get rolled over
kiss the caskets
to all those ********
mad cuz im makin' gs
smoke with t h u g s
and lil homies
hold ya head up
dont forget ya here on earth
as a set up
eve ry day a brother wake up
i gotta worry if im gonna get killed? by the police steel?
n the shield
the evidence
claim a brother was in hesitant
link one bad brother to every brother
then they got the nerve to say it aint about color?
but all i see is white imagery
painted around me?
**** that **** i know im a prince waitin to be a king
dawned with queen
close eyes bitche picture me
creatin' my pipe dreams
so you hyprocrites cant deny
as i rise
retain power to the day i die
dont cry
when they bury meeee a aa g
and you can hate me if ya want too
violence is coming through
back to hit ya where i should of killed ya
but i got mercy on my souls
naw im just lying
my brains fryin'
soo many of us dyin'
black on black stop that
snitchin is bad for the hood?
but when the cops do it
its all good?
like dominos so here we go
with this same scenario
in the barrio
cant i get some love
im just reppin' what i feel
o so real
homies to homettes
grab yo steel
cuz they out to destroy n ****
the black man understand
destiny lays in ya hands
n young mothers
dont hold out on the black prince
i sense
alot debauchery and treachery
from white supremeacy
mad ccuz a brother clockin'
Gs
every ***** and slangin'
d o p e's what about eazy?
i miss em much
cuz he exposed that ****** *** ***** Dre
and **** what they say
just waitin for Judgement Day
once again diggin' through ya soul again
im moved by the djinn
breakin' Hells sin
cursed for worse tryna find glee
but when i die ****** bury me ahhh G
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
They'll ask the question again
again, I'll reply the same
we treat this Q&A; as a game
well I do, Amen.
"Why do you think you're constantly angry?"
Hell, no, not that probing question,
don't they train you better than that?
They watch and wait for the answer.....
Here we go again, down the rabbit hole
Deep breath, and...
Silence, the same reply.
It frustrates them, they fidget, still expecting words.
Silence screams in places where volume just consumes.
I will not engage, I will not debate, I will not facilitate
their assumptions.
I'm not angry, I'm passionate, I think, but remain silent.
I rage, I do not engage.
I rage within. If I let the djinn out, he won't go back in.
I'd hate for you to feel the blade and blaze of my fury.
I'll leave my sanity for the jury to decide.
Just know this, I was mad when I closed the door.
I was crazy as I stabbed my mate.
But now I'm calm once more
And I refuse to communicate.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC