"gat" poems
Sa aking lupang tinubuan
Na sinakop ng mga dayuhan noon pa man
Ang una'y mga espanyol na mananakop
Dala daw nila'y kristiyanismo
Upang ipakilala sa ating mga katutubo
Ngunit ang tanging hangarin pala'y manakop at gawing kolonyanismo
Kaya ilang daan taon tayong hawak ng mga ito
Ating mga katutubo walang nagawa kundi ang sumunod at magsawalang-kibo
May ilan ding nagsisipag aklas upang makalaya
Ngunit sa kalauna'y sila'y bigo sapagkat pawang malalakas at makapangyarihan silang mga nilalang
Nariyang si Gat. Jose Rizal na kinulong at binaril sa bagong-bayan
Na tinatawag na natin ngayong (LUNETA/RIZAL PARK)
At si Gat. Andres Bonifacio na hanggang ngayo'y hindi alam kung sino ang pumatay
Ang tanging alam natin sa kanya'y siya ang "Ang Ama ng himagsikan"
Sa kabilang banda'y hindi nagpatinag ang ating mga katutubo
Nagbuo ng mga samahan upang mapag-aralan kung kailan ang tamang panahon para lumaban
Kaya nung dumating na ang tamang panahon upang sila'y magsipag-aklas
Marami ang sa kanila'y naghimaksik upang ang kalayaa'y makamtan
Kaya noong taong Hunyo labing dalawa, isang libo't walong daan, siyam na pu't walo
Nakamtan ng ating mga katutubo ang kalayaan na kanilang pinaglalaban
Sa bahay ni Hen. Emilio Aguinaldo sa Kawit, Kabite
Kanyang iwinagayway ang ating watawat
Sagisag ito ng ating kalayaan sa kamay ng mga mananakop na espanyol
Sa mga nakalipas na taon, tayo'y naging malaya na
Ngunit, ano ba ang kahulugan ng isang malaya?
''Ito ay ang pag-gawa sa isang partikular na bagay ng walang humahadlang o kumokontra sayo at may kakayahan kang kumilos batay sa kung ano ang iyong gusto o nais''
Oo nga't malaya kang gawin ang iyong gusto
Subalit, labag naman ito sa karapatang pantao
At nakapapanakit ka na ng kapwa mo
Marami ang sa ati'y nakakalimot na sa mga paglapastangang ginawa sa ating mga katutubo
Marapat nating pagkatandaan na ang ating kalayaa'y utang natin sa ating mga bayaning nakipaglaban
At ang kalayaa'y dapat igawad sa lahat
Magkaroon ng pantay-pantay na karapatan ang bawat nilalang
Mapa mayaman o mahirap man
Mapa babae o lalaki man
Mapa bata o matanda man
Maging tunay sanang malaya tayong mga pilipino
Hindi lamang sa salita, kundi sa isip at sa ating mga gawa.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 5:48 AM UTC
Nagsimulang mangarap ang karamihan
Ngunit bigo ang iilan
marami ang naghangad ng pagpapala
ngunit ang iba ay halos walang napala
ang sabi "Ilabas mo ang nararamdaman mo!"
pero ang pagkakaintdi nila "Sige lang tago mo!"
natakpan ng pagkatakot ang tainga ng bawat Pilipino
binulag ng maling galaw ang lahat ng papanaw ng tao.
Ika ni Gat Jose Rizal, "mahalin ang sariling wika"
ngunit panay ibang lenguwahe ang gusto ng iba.
Simpleng paalala, nais ng karamihan ang pagkakaisa
pero sa sariling pagtangkilik ng atin, ayaw rin ng iba.
"Lipstick na pula", "Damit na may hati sa gitna"
"kantang di maintindihan ng bata", at mas masakit sa pandinig
ang tanong na ngayon ng mga bata, "Ano po ang ABAKADA?"
at ang nakakainis, ang pinagtanungan hilig rin ang wikang banyaga.
Pader ng pagiging malaya? Oo, may kalayaan ang bawat isa kung ano ang pipiliin nila, pero tandaan na sa bawat kilos at galaw,
mayroon itong kapalit pagdating ng araw.
Pader ng pagiging malaya? Oo, may nais ang lahat, may pangarap ang lahat pero isaisip di lamang sariling kagustuhan,
Maaaring makuha ang tagumpay pero maaari ring mayroong ibang taong madamay.
Pilipino ka, panindigan mo ang nais ng lahat ng kapwa mo.
di mo piniling maging Pilipino, pero ito ang biyayang binigay sayo
kung ang isda nahuhuli sa bungaga
ang bawat tao nahuhuli naman sa bawat salita.
Pader ng pagiging malaya, ilista mo rito lahat ng gusto mo, lahat ng ninanais mo, at lahat ng pangarap mo.
Pader ng pagiging malaya, di man ito ang huhusga ng kung anong pagkatao mo pero makakatulong to.
Pader ng pagiging malaya, sabihin mo lahat ng nilalaman ng puso mo
Pader ng pagiging malaya, ilantad mo dito ang ginagawa mo
Pangako bilang pilipino mababago dito ang pananaw mo.
at Pangako bilang Pilipino, ingatan mo rin lahat ng malalaman mo.
Pader ng pagiging malaya.
FreedomWall ika-nga.
Hayaan **** itong Pader ng pagiging malaya ang maging sandigan mo at gabay patungong pagkakaisa.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
Dear ****
**** you and your devilish traps
thanks for making my good days go to crap
thanks for separating me from my mother,
for making me look like a **** up to my brother
thanks for the addiction I have to face
you really did take me to another place
thanks for making me into the person I am
at least you never made me slam
thanks for making me stay up for a week or two
you showed me that I got nothing to lose
thanks for putting shadows in front of my eyes
but if it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t have realized my lies
I now put a gat in the side of my lap
cause I can’t even sleep or even take a nap
I’m always moving around , where ever it is you take me
bringing me to my dealers house making me beg on my knees
even if it’s just leftover’s, crumpled up in aluminum foil
Now I pick my arms because I think it begins to boil
I’m known as the black sheep in my family
you made my life a ****** up tragedy
The scars you caused aren’t only visible but mental
Thank god I stopped before I melted my dentals
There’s still a voice in my head telling me not to leave you
but I want to start my actual life, I want to be someone new
I thank you for the **** caused, for the mistakes you made me do
But I’m leaving you now, one last thing, **** you.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
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Mystery woman, without a face.
hard to find. without a trace.
Romantic magic - pure illusion.
Finding her will cure confusion.
Enigmatic. Hidden treasure,
Somewhere out there in the world
Her worth and value can't be measured
Better than diamonds and pearls.
Mystery woman gat me wonderin'
If she really does exist.
So many moons i have been ponderin'
Did i somehow hit and miss.
Did i find her and mistreat her?
Did she have some sort of mask?
Did my attitude defeat her?
Was i just too much a task?
Mystery woman show me plainly
Who you are and where you be,
Cause i am runnin' round insanely
To unveil this mystery.
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 11:14 AM UTC
U gat me thinking all *****
U gat my mind all flirty.. Or is it filthy..Hehhe
Mehn.. U gat me saying.. Yes papi
Wind on me baby
The way u move ur spine is alarming
U gat me blood all hot.. I'm screaming
Don't let go baby
Bring that body my way
U knw u ain't goin no where
Once I have got my way
U know u wld want to stay
Can't get u off my brain
Thought of u flooding my viens
Drooling over u...
I gat to have u
**** u gat me thinking *****
U make me want to be so naughty
Bring ur body this way
I have got plans.. That wld make u scream hey!!
O my.. Naughty naughty
U really gat me all hot n sweaty
I ain't leaving here alone
Come on..i knw u want more
Yes u are my Naughty lil secret
The one I cant regret
The one that i hv bn looking for
The one that always has me wanting more
My naughty naughty..
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
Ang hindi magmahal sa sariling wika
Ay higit sa hayop at malansang isda
Ayon sa isang taludtod na isinulat ng ating pambansang bayaning si Gat. Jose Rizal
Sa Luzon, Visayas at sa Mindanao
Wikang Filipino ang katutubong wika ko
Iba-iba man ang mga dayalekto
May ilakano, waray, bikolano at tausug
Wikang Filipino ang siyang gamit ko
Ngunit tila ba nalilimutan na ng mga milenyal
Na ang ating wika'y nararapat na pagyabungin
At bigyang halaga sa pakikipagtalastasan
Hindi ang hayaan at tuluyang iwaglit
Sa sulating pormal nga at mga sanaysay
Hindi nababanaag kung ano ang nais ipahiwatig
Kulang na nga sa mga titik
Mali pa ang baybay
Akala nila sila'y tila mahusay na
Sa mundo natin ngayon
Na makabago at teknolohiya
Tila ang Wikang Filipino'y naisasawalang bahala na
Na dapat sana'y isinasaulo't binibigyang halaga
Upang Wikang katutubo'y maipakilala sa madla
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC
No such thing as friends..blood brothers stick close..whether truth or fable Cain killed Able..it happened on a farm..niggas jealous over fruits for table..reverse the grave to a cradle..yet the ****** gave birth in a stable..don't watch nothing like cable..life is sweet like a girl sippin syrup maple..gum beating ****** in the street with beef never signed a label..maybe one day there'll be peace God willing as He is able..else we see defeat at the feet of babel..learn to connect with each other..y yall tink we gat navel...its a link..get online and get over yourself..humility servitude and humbleness..yet only amongst brothers can i feel this bliss..sticking with blood rejecting the Judas kiss..cause a ***** been cross ever since ever since a ***** been criss..if u know what im talking bout u be like this.... uhh huh uhh huh
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 7:16 AM UTC
Smoking weeds,
drinking hard liquors.
Party all night,
til day light.
Things that are new to me,
things who understand me.
When i'm feeling down,
when no one is around.
Gat Jose Rizal said
"kabataan, pag-asa ng bayan."
But society never guide me,
they don't understand me,
instead, they disowned me.
Now, people of this society,
who are you to judge me?
I beg you to please guide me,
because ignorance hit me.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
NY Hip Hop
Gold Express
Bling Shop
Afro Brothers
proprietorship
buyin and sellin
filthy lucre
of down hard
Gat packin
Gangstas
on the down low
throwin down
fallin hook
line and stinker
just a bunch
of lil fishies
wigglin at the end
of golden chains
its all about
the bling baby
all about the bling
"I pity the fool"
saith Mr. T
the potentate of
soul and gold
who ain't
down with
the cool jewels
of righteous
B Teamers
arrested by
the silk rope
of glitzy discos
bribing bouncers
with an
earnest Jackson
to *** rush
the vanity faire
of bumping
A Listers
Or was it
Def Jam
Buddhas
minting
coin on
MTV?
exploiting
misogyny
and ghost
face killas
NWAs
slugging cases
of Kristol
blowing
fat spliff
smoke
up the *** of
Phat Farm
kids in
the hood
shooting
silver
bullets at
the man
takin baths
in tubs
of fifties
lighting up
with crisp
C Notes
rollin
through
life
in black
Escalades
its silver
spinners
twisting fast
round
corners
where
being cool
went blind
and
Coolie High
homies
still tip
a sip
for the
brothers
who ain't
there
Today
its all about
the raised fist
of power to
the P Diddy
fighting
the power
of the people
as leggy
Beyonce
warbles
songs
for the
posse
of a
Libyan
Dictator
whose
blood
money
pays
a cool
mil
cover
for a
New Years
Eve
tune
Its all about
the bling
baby
All about
the bling
baby, all
about the
bling.
NY Hip Hop
Gold Express
Best Prices in
Trenton Since
1997
You Tube Video:
Gil Scott Heron
Ain't No Such Thing As Superman
Trenton
2/25/11
jbm
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
I am tired of being torn
But inside I know im being warned
I gatta choose, but this feeling inside wont let me loose
I got a real good man in my life, takes care of me and treats me right
Shopping sprees, trips around the world, **** this man even buys me diamonds and pearls
He spends quality time with me and when im down he makes sure that I don’t wear a frown
But I have a secret that’s so bad, being torn like this is so dam sad.
I got a man in my life who wants to do right
And a **** who loves on me every single night
Bald headed, Strong, muscular, ****** chocolate
Tall, dark and handsome
tattoos all over his body
Tongue ring in his mouth and when he kisses me all over he makes me tremble and shout
DAM I love u boo!
I call him my mandingo cause he’s so true
The *** is so good, tears roll down my eyes and I cry tears of joy
And wish he would never stop and for a moment I think im in love
Forgetting this **** aint nothing but a scrub.
He’s a hustler, gangsta, liar and thief
I said all those bad things but still he makes me weak
I got a good man in life he just proposed
I don’t wana loose, but this man he gat me so confused.
And now im pregnant, and I feel like ****
Cause I don’t even know who my baby daddy is
I cant tell my fionce im having second thoughts
You should see him, he’s so excited about this new life im bringing forth.
What do I do this **** don’t even care
He disappeared off the face of this earth and went some where
And now im stuck with a seed that was planted in side of me
Cause all I wanted was some fun!
Now I have to live with the bad mistakes that I made
Being torn like this really doesn’t make my day
Ladies if you got a good man in your life
Please love and treat your man right
Be faithful and true, cause if you don’t I guarantee it’ll come back
AND HURT YOU!
Written By- Shakela Donnet Storr
Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 12:36 PM UTC
I'm a Kool g rockin' coogis poppin' coochies
Haters get murked like Colhese my rap lease
Debutin' numero uno the heavy weight sumo
Born on Jupiter raised on Earth my heart's colder than Pluto
Mic judo flows stickin' of ya corticals
Check me in the articles I be the broken particle
Of the universal ya need rehearsal **** goin' commerical
I lay raps like a hearse flow for rappers funeral
I a criminal none keep gats by the abdominal rhymin' phenomenal the mighty Apollo
Blazin' my cocoa flippin' crime like Bardellino
One luv to my nino got it locked like a Vegas casino
We checkin' ya dough at the front door so stop ya show
Fronting and stunting once my nines get the hunting
Bullets spikin' like kickers punting raw taunting
Game hungriest similiar to the lochness
Mon-star far from subpar rhymes ride bizzare
A pharcyde takin' ya into a spiritual homicide converged to the angelic hide
Still a crime shame all of 'em say the same
Thing flexin' diamonds on they pinky rings yet another sad soul that sings sub siblings
To the underworld debators contract initiator so you can create a
Pace between the stage and the audience face
**** that rather keep a gat tucked in the front or the back
With wisdom to rack
Imagine that fools breakin' for stats? see where my heart at?
Diggin' reachin' into the minds of the youth with the brutal truths
Chippin' my tooth
From killin' booths once I plot ya will ya loose
bringin' the ghetto blues and cruising *****
Still a sober jealous God am I call me Jehovah
Tactics of a Cobra one strike it's over
Venomous ridiculous hataz so conspicuous
Hatin' us only to anger my artillery surplus and who bust?
More rounds than Matt Dillion coatin' ya brains
With my lyrical penicillin stealin'
Back the spotlight
Catch the bright sunshine that stares into my mind
A Pharoah prophecy laid in the back of me
Head til I touch my final resting bed I'll embed
The realist **** ya ever heard shooting a bird
To all my enemies I blast at 'em with as the bullets herd
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
I look at you and melt.
This feeling, before never felt.
I taste you with my eyes.
Like ******* Jack you hide the prize.
You are to me like sweets.
The kind you lick, and **** and eat.
A tootsie lolipop.
And in the center- a gumdrop.
When I see you I drool.
Sometimes you make me act the fool.
Your words are honey-dipped,
Remind me of when nectar drips.
Caramel Marshmellow pie,
Your sugar shock, it gets me high.
Your mouth's a chocolate kiss,
Hershey's aint gat nothing on this.
You're sweeter than desert,
The best desert on earth.
The kind that I want all the time,
Until my belly hurts.
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 8:41 AM UTC
All i know is the ghetto
And scandalous tricks
In stilettos ya know
Jealousy follows that the
Black society creeds
N i bleed
Through pressure and pain
Since i took the throne
I embraced the reign
Heir of my past pioneers
Listen clear
J Hendrix dropped a tear
Out the sky catch the purple haze
Buzz contact
So all you haters get off my bozack
My folks dont know how to act
Quick to react
Bad temper with the barrel of a gat
Facin' death
Heartbeatin' faster than humming bird
Yup i seen a man die
So **** what you heard
This is for homies thugs drugs dealer
Murderers to serial killers
Representin' real hits
Penetrate the heart of the beast
WASHINGTON aint never been fair
So if you see us mobbin' yo hood
We dont care
But this is for my homies
I got a tear stained letter
From my one of my homies homies
Who got murdered by a 9 baretta
Cuz he came up short on the cheddar
Instead cuttin' em slack
He wanted his life back
But aint no reasonin' with a gat
Pointed at ya pate
Seen death servin' on his plate
Two shots execution style
The killer smiled he knew it was foul
But thats the way it is
Things will never change
It makes my skin mange
Wish i could rearrange
The game
But fools rather remain the same
Wither it be pistols to glocks to shot guns
There's always a soul on the run
I bet i can dance underwater
And not get wet
So go ahead and send ya death threats
Cold covert mission is eyeing me
Keep my middle finger to society quietly
Riotin' the scene
Takin' enemies along with me
If ya know what i mean??
But this is for my homies
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
Step 1 get money Step 2 repeat the first never get high on your own supply that'll buy you a hearse it hurts to have to hit the corner till dawn feed death to my people but I've never been underneath a steeple I couldn't afford the time only church I know is where I lay these rhymes I'll split the Indonesia with the dude who had a seizure I believe ya but the gat don't, so to insure my profits your brains will splat don't take it personal I'm just trying to survive until the sunrise I'm not legal but the streets always advertise I advise you to stay away from my path the ballad of a Hustler cut up into halves
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
humble wills, with violent tasks.
forgotten souls with guns & masks..
noisy threats, awake at dawn,
how long will this commotion last?
No one cares,
that the cemeteries are running low on space.
the mothers bid their sons farewell upon leaving the gates.
worried, & scared to death i can see it in their face..
We shouldn't have to **** each other to win the human race...
the so called "leaders" dont care that the youngins are at war..
if only they knew the humility that was once in their core.
never setting foot in the battlefield unless its safe to explore..
Politicians never get to see the carnage and gore..
new jim crow.
minimum wage might grow..
but so will the price on the head of a foe.
So the young soldier puts his gat by the pencil box in his pouch..
he knows if he ever needs another magnum that its under the couch...
& as long as his colors stay Piru, he'll forever be blessed...
But no one seems to talk about the post traumatic stress.
.................
Cursed to not follow this order..
it ends up as a disorder..
Revenge turns to a diss, order.
till a bodies rotting in the sewers & you cant stand this odor.
(Tonys song.)
-afj
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
sitting in the background of my backyard reminiscing of my past year
thinking about **** that was said gat me like smt yeah
****** dont get down but they wanna act here
life is just a show and we gat ya tickets in the back there
main eventing on some ************* stunting on some hoes
where my **** smoke blows "hell' aint nobody knows
cutting off ya air supply you starring in my shows
the irony in life makes us all grow
where we headed from here?
not even god knows
so im packing all my clothes saying goodbye to you *******
taking extra packs of back getting faded on you snitches
and where I end up only God can tell
where ever it gone be is what it is
nothings worst than hell
this is a farewell **** you PIGS **** the haters and the hassles
searching for life at midnight on the beach smoking **** building sand castles
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
I'm a scientist *****
Don't you know what the means?
I've got a P.h.d in physics,
Bring ya down to your knees.
I'll find your resonance frequency ,
You'll be runnin' scared,
Make you quake like Nagasaki
E=Mc^2
Yea,
Ya know the ladies love me when they're rubbin up on me
I give em' cash they shake that *** they're gettin wet off this salary
I make a hundred thousand mother fuckin' Gs a year,
Now whatta you do?
Sit around smoke dope and drink beer?
You wanna shoot me?
You can try if you like,
But I can predict the path of a bullet in mid flight,
I'll drop you faster than gravity with the sound of my gat,
**** you with more certainty than Schrodingers cat.
Well,
Galileo, Galileo
Whats my name?
Your girl orbits my **** she gives me head everyday
You know what entropy says?
All things must come to an end,
Well I'm your catalyst *****
Make you wish you was dead.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
Hot/Cold, Part 2
Hot endings, cold starts.
Hot feelings, cold marks.
Hot temper with a cold reaction.
Hot double barrel with cold pump action.
Hot church with a cold congregation.
Hot merch with cold affiliations.
Hot meat, cold wine.
Hot dollar, cold dime.
Hot queens with their cold mink.
Hot kings with their cold links.
Hot art with cold reception.
Hot mirror and a cold reflection.
Hot woman with a cold reputation.
Hot main chick with a cold side on placement.
Hot funk and cold R&B.;
Hot world but the colds all I see.
Hot information, cold intelligence.
Hot faults, then cold recompense.
Hot forgiveness, cold mistakes.
Regardless of what the world intakes.
Hot ignorance and cold oblivion,
are bliss to those who favour dominion.
Hot pathogens and cold diseases.
Hot gold with the cold diamond pieces.
Hot gat within a cold Gucci belt.
Hot knife inside the skin it starts to melt.
Hot love for God and the cold religion.
Hot pain after a cold circumcision.
Hot skin, cold whip.
Hot hands, cold grip.
Hot city, cold ghetto.
Hot calls, but no memo.
Hot rapper with no demo.
Hot baller with no c-notes.
Hot thoughts, cold emotions.
Hot theories and cold notions.
Hot models with their cold body motions.
Hot love before the warm heart ceases.
Hot hatred 'fore the cold heart seizes.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
I sat beneath a willow tree,
Where water falls and calls;
While fancies upon fancies solaced me,
Some true, and some were false.
Who set their heart upon a hope
That never comes to pass,
Droop in the end like fading heliotrope,
The sun's wan looking-glass.
Who set their will upon a whim
Clung to through good and ill,
Are wrecked alike whether they sink or swim,
Or hit or miss their will.
All things are vain that wax and wane,
For which we waste our breath;
Love only doth not wane and is not vain,
Love only outlives death.
A singing lark rose toward the sky,
Circling he sang amain;
He sang, a speck scarce visible sky-high,
And then he sank again.
A second like a sunlit spark
Flashed singing up his track;
But never overtook that foremost lark,
And songless fluttered back.
A hovering melody of birds
Haunted the air above;
They clearly sang contentment without words,
And youth and joy and love.
O silvery weeping willow tree
With all leaves shivering,
Have you no purpose but to shadow me
Beside this rippled spring?
On this first fleeting day of Spring,
For Winter is gone by,
And every bird on every quivering wing
Floats in a sunny sky;
On this first Summer-like soft day,
While sunshine steeps the air,
And every cloud has gat itself away,
And birds sing everywhere.
Have you no purpose in the world
But thus to shadow me
With all your tender drooping twigs unfurled,
O weeping willow tree?
With all your tremulous leaves outspread
Betwixt me and the sun,
While here I loiter on a mossy bed
With half my work undone;
My work undone, that should be done
At once with all my might;
For after the long day and lingering sun
Comes the unworking night.
This day is lapsing on its way,
Is lapsing out of sight;
And after all the chances of the day
Comes the resourceless night.
The weeping-willow shook its head
And stretched its shadow long;
The west grew crimson, the sun smouldered red,
The birds forbore a song.
Slow wind sighed through the willow leaves,
The ripple made a moan,
The world drooped murmuring like a thing that grieves;
And then I felt alone.
I rose to go, and felt the chill,
And shivered as I went;
Yet shivering wondered, and I wonder still,
What more that willow meant;
That silvery weeping-willow tree
With all leaves shivering,
Which spent one long day overshadowing me
Beside a spring in Spring.
2.4k
No vices, no difference
I have some things to do tomorrow,
I think I’ll just take the wagon
I’m just waiting for something to happen
to help me make up my mind
I always imagine tragic
someone dies and they’re so close
I don’t believe in fairy tales or souls,
but I don’t even want to write their names
for fear I’ll have a hand in why they lost life’s duel
or maybe we’re all just an election away from
anarchic warring states,
where I must defend my beans and cucumbers
from slugs and marauders
If we hold it together, red China could invade
so would I rather be a prisoner or dead?
Perhaps, I’ll just meet some girl,
where I’ll feel “some” as a description does her deep injustice,
because the love will be enormous
Now, I’m courting a chickadee that’s never dull,
but her name doesn’t quite roll off the tongue
Her name is Adventure and she rolls like hills and mountains,
and speed popping truckers with their eyes and ecstatic smiles
If I’m still seeing her, I might be a gat slinging ******* out west
bumming around San Jose or Cambodiay
Hearing all that talk, I think I just want to leave,
and I guess the pay is better anyway
My mind is made up
it’s not something real
It is, was, and is still fluffed up with schooling and the words of persuasive people
their confidence in what their saying is like a lightning bolt ******* into my stem
they jammed us into waiting rooms for something called progress
they even separate the sick people
I closed my eyes to see what was real,
and saw nothing
There is no waiting room at all
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
On Cruachan's plain slept he
That must sing in a rhyme
What most could shake his soul:
'The stallion Eternity
Mounted the mare of Time,
'Gat the foal of the world.'
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- 6 happy songs
1. Oui hear
What we appear
What, we appear?
What
Where
Capturing the in
The expressable in it
Capped in it
In
Into
Together to gather
To Get Her - To Gat Her
Two Gets-together
Gether
Glather
Troubling isn't it
Very troubling
Trouble some
Some troubles in ning
Inklings
Inner rings
Der Rinks
Der
2. Vert
Over therr
Overt therr
Knew a woman who was livin
Oh Vert Herr!
Oh Vert Herr!
Over therr
Err a woman who is livin
Oh Vert therr!
Err
Err
3. Bleu
A cloud farmer
I eye the sky
Eye the sky
Eye the sky
A cloud farmer
I eye the skye
Eye the sky
Wide
4. Blanc
Here is the blank
The blanking blank
The blanking blank
The blanking blank
Here is the blank
The blanking blank
The blanking blanking blank
Blank
5. Rouge
They come to me in ones and twos
Ones and twos
Ones and twos
They come to me in
Ones and twos
Ones and twos it's
True
6. Noir
Brush away noir noir
Brush away noir
Brush away noir noir
Noir noir no
More No more
Noir noir no
Moe
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
The industry, man its not the same
The industry, its not a ******* game
The industry, real ****** is dying to get in
The industry, just define that they don't fit in
The industry, ain't what it used to be
The industry, trying to control the way you rap
The industry, wants you to dress gay and talk gay
But ima dress regular and talk with a gat
The industry, got y'all words meaning nothing
The industry, **** what you heard cause he's bluffing
The industry, money ******* and hate but I dare you
To take a ******* thing off my plate
The industry, like WAIT, but in the streets we like GET EM,
Set em up in that thing, catch em sleeping and hit em and I'm
Pop whoever with em, the coroner is coming to get em
The industry, don't give a **** about you
Industry ****** that's how I tell em.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
3 reggae doobies sat on a wall.
One of them was seven feet tall.
The second was short, and fat.
De **** was tough, n' carried a gat.
All of a sudden, a doobette walks by.
De tree doobies wanna giv'er a try.
De bluntz lean in a little closer.
Each givea whistle lik a poser.
De female spliff dismisses deir plees.
De doobies cut 'er off n' get on deir kneees.
Dey beg, and dey beg, and dey cry.
But she turns away and says, "nice try".
De doobies jump back, onto deir wall.
Didn't get how she resisted their call.
A new baety walks by, to test their luck.
Hopefully dis spliff will be down to ****
The tall one walks around front.
She waves her hand, shooin' dat blunt.
The fat one takes a shot, talks derty.
Clearly she ain't in da mood to be flirty.
Da gangster ****** roll takes a shot.
Literally, he fuckin' shot 'er bumba clot.
De doobies flee, as the doobette falls.
Dere goes 3 reggae doobies who sat on a wall.
Respect women. You never know when they might save ya life.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC