"glocks" poems - Hello Poetry

I don't believe in Cain and Abel. It is, like, a fairy tale; a fable. If the world had no glocks, We could defend ourselves with rocks.

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Jun 20, 2015

Jun 20, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC

cecil-miller

Cain, Abel, Glocks and Rocks

I don't believe in Cain and Abel. It is, like, a fairy tale; a fable. If the world had no glocks, We could defend ourselves with rocks.

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Loyalty They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means. Glocks aimed at cops, Glocks aimed back at someone’s pop, Many lives have been lost over Gaup. Gaup that buys whips and thots. All got something to prove, But to who? All got something to lose, What will you choose? If money equal power, Than why is the taste so sour? After all the castles and ivory towers. You’re left a lonely dragon like bowser. Loyalty tell me what it means to me? To hang with royalty, Or help those in poverty. The place I used to be. Helping people like me. That society has coated with a cloak of invisibility. Because they can’t stand minorities. And that’s why we can’t stand authorities. A toxic cycle that stems from a different ideology. Instead of equality, We have uniformity, Instead of democracy, We have white supremacy. Instead of loyalty, We have hypocrisy. They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means. Too many broken promises, I feel like James Sie, Losing all his cabbages. But since we are deemed as savages, All the damages attributed, Are treated as shenanigans, Instead of answering calls to action, We have a government completely dumbfounded. Instead of compassion, We are harassed and hounded. We still got all lot of work to do. And I hope one day we’ll have a breakthrough! For we all got something to prove? But to who? Maybe for me or for you! All got something to lose, If we never take the time to put on another’s shoe. So, what will you choose? Will you help light the fuse? Or treat this issue like your alarm clock, And put in on snooze? Who will you be loyal to? Your heart? Or to your privilege? Hmm… They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means.

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Jun 16, 2021

Jun 16, 2021 at 8:26 PM UTC

ClassyJ

Loyalty

Loyalty They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means. Glocks aimed at cops, Glocks aimed back at someone’s pop, Many lives have been lost over Gaup. Gaup that buys whips and thots. All got something to prove, But to who? All got something to lose, What will you choose? If money equal power, Than why is the taste so sour? After all the castles and ivory towers. You’re left a lonely dragon like bowser. Loyalty tell me what it means to me? To hang with royalty, Or help those in poverty. The place I used to be. Helping people like me. That society has coated with a cloak of invisibility. Because they can’t stand minorities. And that’s why we can’t stand authorities. A toxic cycle that stems from a different ideology. Instead of equality, We have uniformity, Instead of democracy, We have white supremacy. Instead of loyalty, We have hypocrisy. They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means. Too many broken promises, I feel like James Sie, Losing all his cabbages. But since we are deemed as savages, All the damages attributed, Are treated as shenanigans, Instead of answering calls to action, We have a government completely dumbfounded. Instead of compassion, We are harassed and hounded. We still got all lot of work to do. And I hope one day we’ll have a breakthrough! For we all got something to prove? But to who? Maybe for me or for you! All got something to lose, If we never take the time to put on another’s shoe. So, what will you choose? Will you help light the fuse? Or treat this issue like your alarm clock, And put in on snooze? Who will you be loyal to? Your heart? Or to your privilege? Hmm… They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means.

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***** Hands Are they clean? Pontius Pilate, washing those hands that night, now are the filthy deeds made white! America, do tell about the politicians blind-eyed toward homeless people in the streets, tell me about children starving to death? Does a wealthy man cleanse hiimself as the blood leaves his hands? Banning guns & glocks, as girls are sold into slavery, in the blocks. A gift for kids to go to school It's not a gift to get shot up. From poverty to bullies to school shootings, Mrs. Liberty has lost her footing. When we go home, locking doors and turning the noise up, is washing of the hands with soap, making us whole?

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Mar 12, 2021

Mar 12, 2021 at 11:48 PM UTC

SacredInkedBlood

***** Hands

***** Hands Are they clean? Pontius Pilate, washing those hands that night, now are the filthy deeds made white! America, do tell about the politicians blind-eyed toward homeless people in the streets, tell me about children starving to death? Does a wealthy man cleanse hiimself as the blood leaves his hands? Banning guns & glocks, as girls are sold into slavery, in the blocks. A gift for kids to go to school It's not a gift to get shot up. From poverty to bullies to school shootings, Mrs. Liberty has lost her footing. When we go home, locking doors and turning the noise up, is washing of the hands with soap, making us whole?

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Reality hanging by a thread. Coke cans and cannons by my bed. Show girls shooting up to the head. Solace for the strong, seizures for the dead. Pac in the boombox If the packs don't boom I hope the boom pops. If the boom don't pop she got a new pops. Red lips serving blows up on the new blocks. Humble pie in my abode in a bid to abide. But the coke on the stove says the law is a lie. Caught slipping, no snitching so my name shall survive. Out in 10, when I return Throw some paper to the sky, let the wind and caution colide. I'll need a long island on the rocks. Escape the piles we turn to rocks. We held their lives within our glocks. The doors were locked so we turned to the knocks. Boys in the hood with the little coke babies. Girls in the hood holding little hope babies. Daddy never came but we live in hope baby. All I had were bricks, had to build a home baby.

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Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC

xc

Coke, Baby.

Reality hanging by a thread. Coke cans and cannons by my bed. Show girls shooting up to the head. Solace for the strong, seizures for the dead. Pac in the boombox If the packs don't boom I hope the boom pops. If the boom don't pop she got a new pops. Red lips serving blows up on the new blocks. Humble pie in my abode in a bid to abide. But the coke on the stove says the law is a lie. Caught slipping, no snitching so my name shall survive. Out in 10, when I return Throw some paper to the sky, let the wind and caution colide. I'll need a long island on the rocks. Escape the piles we turn to rocks. We held their lives within our glocks. The doors were locked so we turned to the knocks. Boys in the hood with the little coke babies. Girls in the hood holding little hope babies. Daddy never came but we live in hope baby. All I had were bricks, had to build a home baby.

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“you ain’t a man until you’re given a gun.” he said. but I knew better. giving a boy a gun doesn’t make him a man. it makes him a boy with a gun. my hands were made for pens, not glocks. I told him his were too. he laughed and said, “nah, my hands are made the same as every other boy on this block. you cut off my finger, it’s still gon’ bleed.” I tried to argue but he said, “these hands steal **** money, jewelry, clothes. hell, these hands steal lives!” and he was right about that. he had the same dirt on his hands that any other boy around here had. still, I think his hands were made for pens, not glocks. maybe he would’ve picked up a pencil if his hands hadn’t gotten so used to holding a gun. he was nineteen. he was young and angry and ready to fight, and he didn’t know exactly why, but he knew he had to be. the streets here are where people disappear when it gets dark, and where no one asks questions when the sun comes up. there are no flowers growing next to the sidewalk. here, there are bags of crack and gold chains and Cuban cigars. there are plants here, but no flowers. I was taught that here, they don’t follow laws, but they need to follow rules. most rules here are unwritten. instead, they are ingrained into the street’s children, a mantra that you could die for not remembering. he said, “if I die, it’s gon’ be sprawled out on concrete. no way I’m going down without a fight.” here, they are still fighting wars that ended years ago everywhere else. here, they grow up without mothers and fathers. they learn to feed themselves as soon as they no longer need a baby bottle. here, it is strange to not join in on the violence. it is strange to not participate in drive-by shootings. it is strange to not want revenge. here, strange is dangerous. things are the way that they are and this is the way they have always been. here, he was any other nineteen-year-old boy. here, they would say he died naturally. he stepped a little too far into view and a bullet struck him in the right spot. or the wrong spot, depending on how you see it. quick and almost painless for him, but that hurt moved on to everyone else. here, there are no rights and no wrongs. things are not good or bad. things simply are. his mama sobbed when she heard what happened. she cried for him, but also for every other boy on the block. she cried for the boy who ended her son’s life, because she knew he wasn’t any different than any other boy here. she cried for all the mothers who lost their sons, and for all the children born into this life. here, they don’t have to die for you to lose them. this life takes them from you, dead or alive. he was a friend, and a brother, and a son. he could’ve been a writer, or an athlete, or a ******* astronaut for all I know. but in the end, he was only a boy with a gun. here, they call that a man.

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Oct 18, 2020

Oct 18, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC

poetry-by-sf

stolen by the streets

“you ain’t a man until you’re given a gun.” he said. but I knew better. giving a boy a gun doesn’t make him a man. it makes him a boy with a gun. my hands were made for pens, not glocks. I told him his were too. he laughed and said, “nah, my hands are made the same as every other boy on this block. you cut off my finger, it’s still gon’ bleed.” I tried to argue but he said, “these hands steal **** money, jewelry, clothes. hell, these hands steal lives!” and he was right about that. he had the same dirt on his hands that any other boy around here had. still, I think his hands were made for pens, not glocks. maybe he would’ve picked up a pencil if his hands hadn’t gotten so used to holding a gun. he was nineteen. he was young and angry and ready to fight, and he didn’t know exactly why, but he knew he had to be. the streets here are where people disappear when it gets dark, and where no one asks questions when the sun comes up. there are no flowers growing next to the sidewalk. here, there are bags of crack and gold chains and Cuban cigars. there are plants here, but no flowers. I was taught that here, they don’t follow laws, but they need to follow rules. most rules here are unwritten. instead, they are ingrained into the street’s children, a mantra that you could die for not remembering. he said, “if I die, it’s gon’ be sprawled out on concrete. no way I’m going down without a fight.” here, they are still fighting wars that ended years ago everywhere else. here, they grow up without mothers and fathers. they learn to feed themselves as soon as they no longer need a baby bottle. here, it is strange to not join in on the violence. it is strange to not participate in drive-by shootings. it is strange to not want revenge. here, strange is dangerous. things are the way that they are and this is the way they have always been. here, he was any other nineteen-year-old boy. here, they would say he died naturally. he stepped a little too far into view and a bullet struck him in the right spot. or the wrong spot, depending on how you see it. quick and almost painless for him, but that hurt moved on to everyone else. here, there are no rights and no wrongs. things are not good or bad. things simply are. his mama sobbed when she heard what happened. she cried for him, but also for every other boy on the block. she cried for the boy who ended her son’s life, because she knew he wasn’t any different than any other boy here. she cried for all the mothers who lost their sons, and for all the children born into this life. here, they don’t have to die for you to lose them. this life takes them from you, dead or alive. he was a friend, and a brother, and a son. he could’ve been a writer, or an athlete, or a ******* astronaut for all I know. but in the end, he was only a boy with a gun. here, they call that a man.

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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

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Aug 6, 2015

Aug 6, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Homies & Thugs

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

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I lived once ago before death Came and took my soul away My hoodie is stained with blood and ash I am so lost they worry as well To how we got to this hell I ask them stories to reclaim my brain One girl says she was on a date The man she met was nice and sweet Until it was a quarter til eight He grew very strange and became irate He pulled her to the back o no Quickly unzipped his pants to ****** She felt so much pain and shame After he stopped he drew a gun Cocked it shot her then smiled and run How horrible I thought to die like that I asked a boy no older than 6 He said he is here but don’t know why His story was like a newspaper blackeye Playing with blocks while mom cook grits The door opened up his brother walked in To give a toy that he always liked It was an army man just like his dad But then that’s when his shirt turned plaid His shirt stained with red lines all over He grew real cold his mother in tears It seemed his brothers gang life came home Two stories with endings that ached my dome As I walked past a tv I saw My truth being told to me “17 year-old walking back from school With music in ears the hood on top However his life would see a drop A man called in with a compliant And the cops came looking for a mess But found a boy who they drew at Behind his back their guns are raised 4 stop movings 0 warning shots and then Un phased they unloaded their glocks He fell another live lost.” My heart It drops now I see why the stain We are all victims of violence or fear The world just throws us away like beer I miss my mom I miss my color I miss my skin I miss my hair I miss knowing that I knew love Now I know my life was never Going to fit in this world like a Hand in a glove

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC

Mac616

Black teenage zombie

I lived once ago before death Came and took my soul away My hoodie is stained with blood and ash I am so lost they worry as well To how we got to this hell I ask them stories to reclaim my brain One girl says she was on a date The man she met was nice and sweet Until it was a quarter til eight He grew very strange and became irate He pulled her to the back o no Quickly unzipped his pants to ****** She felt so much pain and shame After he stopped he drew a gun Cocked it shot her then smiled and run How horrible I thought to die like that I asked a boy no older than 6 He said he is here but don’t know why His story was like a newspaper blackeye Playing with blocks while mom cook grits The door opened up his brother walked in To give a toy that he always liked It was an army man just like his dad But then that’s when his shirt turned plaid His shirt stained with red lines all over He grew real cold his mother in tears It seemed his brothers gang life came home Two stories with endings that ached my dome As I walked past a tv I saw My truth being told to me “17 year-old walking back from school With music in ears the hood on top However his life would see a drop A man called in with a compliant And the cops came looking for a mess But found a boy who they drew at Behind his back their guns are raised 4 stop movings 0 warning shots and then Un phased they unloaded their glocks He fell another live lost.” My heart It drops now I see why the stain We are all victims of violence or fear The world just throws us away like beer I miss my mom I miss my color I miss my skin I miss my hair I miss knowing that I knew love Now I know my life was never Going to fit in this world like a Hand in a glove

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Generation Information: Running 'round, drugs in cases Even if ya hate ya placement Time moves faster with some patience Seniles claim conspiracy; Wonder what kinda bombs we makin' FOURTEEN MILLION DIVORCED PARENTS Raising kids who feel forsaken Walking round with Glocks, hoping they don't get blammed next, No Christmas anymore; Santa Claus is hooked on Xanax And once you get outta Hell Get framed and put in jail Its hard to crawl from the bottom back up to the place you fell We say we work in retail But shoes ain't what we sell, So please cover your ears Don't listen to what we tell. Children taught to be pitiless **** anybody with viciousness Shot too high Expecting adults And that's where the militias went Murdered by a lonely kid who got no Love Trained to pull a weapon if push comes to shove Look up in the sky They made Ravens outta doves Sinned so much, afraid to ask forgiveness from above

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC

LunarLena

Generation Information

Generation Information: Running 'round, drugs in cases Even if ya hate ya placement Time moves faster with some patience Seniles claim conspiracy; Wonder what kinda bombs we makin' FOURTEEN MILLION DIVORCED PARENTS Raising kids who feel forsaken Walking round with Glocks, hoping they don't get blammed next, No Christmas anymore; Santa Claus is hooked on Xanax And once you get outta Hell Get framed and put in jail Its hard to crawl from the bottom back up to the place you fell We say we work in retail But shoes ain't what we sell, So please cover your ears Don't listen to what we tell. Children taught to be pitiless **** anybody with viciousness Shot too high Expecting adults And that's where the militias went Murdered by a lonely kid who got no Love Trained to pull a weapon if push comes to shove Look up in the sky They made Ravens outta doves Sinned so much, afraid to ask forgiveness from above

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i like to be wise with my beautiful brown eyes my thick thighs and my voluptuous size fruit flies sticking to me cause i'm so sweet i make the beats but dont eat that red meat sensitive but calm and super duper collected will get you wrapped around my finger, kid pinky promises is how i keep it real drinkin' tall boys, always breakin' the seal addicted to my flavor, youll be on dis fashionistaquena part puerto rican, but got money but not enough lend ya crowds call my name and it keeps on echoin' famous like the amos cookies, keep my green in a tin i'm so frickin' visual, ROYGBIV colors make me trip all day so vib-rant, i spy a red ant and rainbows are the color "gay" lets collaborate, take your hands & drop all the hate, i just ate... chips and dip, my lip ring fell out so i put in a paperclip bobbypin in my hair, my lion locks i'm like uffie "i pop the glocks"

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Feb 27, 2011

Feb 27, 2011 at 6:05 PM UTC

ginamarie-engels

Add a beat then read the words

i like to be wise with my beautiful brown eyes my thick thighs and my voluptuous size fruit flies sticking to me cause i'm so sweet i make the beats but dont eat that red meat sensitive but calm and super duper collected will get you wrapped around my finger, kid pinky promises is how i keep it real drinkin' tall boys, always breakin' the seal addicted to my flavor, youll be on dis fashionistaquena part puerto rican, but got money but not enough lend ya crowds call my name and it keeps on echoin' famous like the amos cookies, keep my green in a tin i'm so frickin' visual, ROYGBIV colors make me trip all day so vib-rant, i spy a red ant and rainbows are the color "gay" lets collaborate, take your hands & drop all the hate, i just ate... chips and dip, my lip ring fell out so i put in a paperclip bobbypin in my hair, my lion locks i'm like uffie "i pop the glocks"

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Check my frequency static stations easily See haters after me cuz I invoke catastrophe To all of my adversaries backed by hells army Y'all can't harm me turning ****** into barbie Dolls catch ya slippin' in the bathroom stalls guess death answered yo Call still holding my ***** middle finger to the laws Raw as **** uncut lyrics made to gut MC jaggernaut and what not? Strategized with plots You can tell I'm from Houston cuz I rap alot Smoke a few glocks that'll make bodies rock Hearse flow see how many I can make go Six feet below my beef is eternal inferno Feel the temperature rise in my eyes Ruthless forever as an outlaw so I'm destined to rise Double my size fools need to realise My raps untouchable say y'all killers but NOOO? Fuckin' with me you'll be sleepin' with blood on the floor I'm ******** like nineteen ninety six deep in the mix Watch for the snakes in the pit they nothin' but culprits Mad at me cuz my money ain't spent ahhh **** Another hit made by the ***** King Tut cut Off my loyalties cuz they undercover enemies Hidden tactics improvise my Machivelli Skills gettin' them kills ending weak wills Now I just signed your bills and still We the rawest regardless **** any other hating *** artist We polish 'em By a landslide makin' casket hides it's suicide Tryna step to the Southside mafiaso So back back before you get ya wig pushed back My raps more addictive than street crack Giving the fiends an ear dose til they overdose From playin' to close to the devil's playground Though his son in law keep the lyrics raw This is the styles of an immortal Texas outlaw Letting off my lyrical shells makin' hell **** being carried by six I'd rather go be judged by a panel of twelve well???

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Jan 5, 2019

Jan 5, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Neva Lifted by Six,Only Judged by Twelve N Da Mix

Check my frequency static stations easily See haters after me cuz I invoke catastrophe To all of my adversaries backed by hells army Y'all can't harm me turning ****** into barbie Dolls catch ya slippin' in the bathroom stalls guess death answered yo Call still holding my ***** middle finger to the laws Raw as **** uncut lyrics made to gut MC jaggernaut and what not? Strategized with plots You can tell I'm from Houston cuz I rap alot Smoke a few glocks that'll make bodies rock Hearse flow see how many I can make go Six feet below my beef is eternal inferno Feel the temperature rise in my eyes Ruthless forever as an outlaw so I'm destined to rise Double my size fools need to realise My raps untouchable say y'all killers but NOOO? Fuckin' with me you'll be sleepin' with blood on the floor I'm ******** like nineteen ninety six deep in the mix Watch for the snakes in the pit they nothin' but culprits Mad at me cuz my money ain't spent ahhh **** Another hit made by the ***** King Tut cut Off my loyalties cuz they undercover enemies Hidden tactics improvise my Machivelli Skills gettin' them kills ending weak wills Now I just signed your bills and still We the rawest regardless **** any other hating *** artist We polish 'em By a landslide makin' casket hides it's suicide Tryna step to the Southside mafiaso So back back before you get ya wig pushed back My raps more addictive than street crack Giving the fiends an ear dose til they overdose From playin' to close to the devil's playground Though his son in law keep the lyrics raw This is the styles of an immortal Texas outlaw Letting off my lyrical shells makin' hell **** being carried by six I'd rather go be judged by a panel of twelve well???

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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!

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC

poetrybysteven

Gangsters

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!

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**** blocked by wannabe rock stars in tube socks standing on the block like the 2001 Rock ready to drop candy ***** and knock blocks off of those who would mock **** strap wearing disk jockey’s – cocky cockney Spock impersonators lock glocks in boxes so the foxy chicks won’t flock to the professed smock of Sherlock Holmes or dock their paper ships on the jagged rocks jutting up from the oceanic tectonic plate – frocks adorned with Reeboks shock the locksmith busily hocking his shops’ noxious fume makers while the unorthodox musk ox in bobby-socks gently rocks to the sounds walking out from the talking box –

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC

s-lyman-temple

one poem with lox to go

**** blocked by wannabe rock stars in tube socks standing on the block like the 2001 Rock ready to drop candy ***** and knock blocks off of those who would mock **** strap wearing disk jockey’s – cocky cockney Spock impersonators lock glocks in boxes so the foxy chicks won’t flock to the professed smock of Sherlock Holmes or dock their paper ships on the jagged rocks jutting up from the oceanic tectonic plate – frocks adorned with Reeboks shock the locksmith busily hocking his shops’ noxious fume makers while the unorthodox musk ox in bobby-socks gently rocks to the sounds walking out from the talking box –

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I don't lock glocks An' I don't ride with a nine I don't pack Heckler and Koch But when I step over the line I'm packin' more heat than a Navy Seal I got both hands free Because I gave up the wheel I got my arms stretched out So I can seal the deal He had his life snuffed out So He could finally heal Us The killers and the accomplice When He said "it's finished" His plan was accomplished His face beat and anguished The Devil thought he'd vanquished The One by whom he was banished But he must've been astonished When the only Lamb unblemished Made good on His promise That was given to the Psalmist Death had been demolished Its power was abolished Humanity refurbished He suffered because He cherished The impoverished and the ravished Malnourished and the famished So I pack heat, but it's a different kind entirely Not a weapon, not of man that is I cary knowledge, that His spirit lives inside of me I cary peace, in the knowledge that I'm his

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Nov 19, 2013

Nov 19, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC

heartheldhigh

Heat

I don't lock glocks An' I don't ride with a nine I don't pack Heckler and Koch But when I step over the line I'm packin' more heat than a Navy Seal I got both hands free Because I gave up the wheel I got my arms stretched out So I can seal the deal He had his life snuffed out So He could finally heal Us The killers and the accomplice When He said "it's finished" His plan was accomplished His face beat and anguished The Devil thought he'd vanquished The One by whom he was banished But he must've been astonished When the only Lamb unblemished Made good on His promise That was given to the Psalmist Death had been demolished Its power was abolished Humanity refurbished He suffered because He cherished The impoverished and the ravished Malnourished and the famished So I pack heat, but it's a different kind entirely Not a weapon, not of man that is I cary knowledge, that His spirit lives inside of me I cary peace, in the knowledge that I'm his

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uh my clan be ***** as the Taliban with illegal contraband got more heat than desert stand one man stand on the mic i rock im as hard as a **** in between a ***** legs gettin' ready to knock ya out with flows i expose the industry closed once yosef pours out the blessin got me foes guessin no stressin **** and henney sessions new lessons daily sip irish creme baily they cant play me but pay me listen to styles p or bump biggie or maybe 2 p a c host aks at birthdays im al caponin' it runnin' **** like diarrhea yall just need ta sit the **** back while i count benjamins stacks which be in bundle king of the hip hop jungle and im going to **** puffie diddy He soft as a nestle cookie Make mysteries no rookies cant play with me in this deadly game lite a match for the flame burn the fame infamous is how i keep it man hol up I see the hate excite of the critics Gimmicks leave with they headsplitted And backs more open than parachute From the guns that shoot 21 salute Dont ya know im soldier I keep glocks hot as folgers In ya cup i interrupt the scene Once i puff red hair greens Ya drivin a limousine N ill throw grenade in ya sunroof And watch it land inbetween Ya legs So ya can blow ya own head Get it naw forget All i see is yellow tapes chalks And you being admitted To the hospital in critical Condition no intermission All ya memory left is ya see is my face Im like the son of man Leavin competition running Marathons cuz im the biggest don They call me the Holy one Cuz of the way my guns Put holes in one The rawest spit flawless Talk **** we'll leave ya jawless Throw ya remains in the death valley With the rest of the restless carcass Facing eternal darkness what???

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

**** Haters

uh my clan be ***** as the Taliban with illegal contraband got more heat than desert stand one man stand on the mic i rock im as hard as a **** in between a ***** legs gettin' ready to knock ya out with flows i expose the industry closed once yosef pours out the blessin got me foes guessin no stressin **** and henney sessions new lessons daily sip irish creme baily they cant play me but pay me listen to styles p or bump biggie or maybe 2 p a c host aks at birthdays im al caponin' it runnin' **** like diarrhea yall just need ta sit the **** back while i count benjamins stacks which be in bundle king of the hip hop jungle and im going to **** puffie diddy He soft as a nestle cookie Make mysteries no rookies cant play with me in this deadly game lite a match for the flame burn the fame infamous is how i keep it man hol up I see the hate excite of the critics Gimmicks leave with they headsplitted And backs more open than parachute From the guns that shoot 21 salute Dont ya know im soldier I keep glocks hot as folgers In ya cup i interrupt the scene Once i puff red hair greens Ya drivin a limousine N ill throw grenade in ya sunroof And watch it land inbetween Ya legs So ya can blow ya own head Get it naw forget All i see is yellow tapes chalks And you being admitted To the hospital in critical Condition no intermission All ya memory left is ya see is my face Im like the son of man Leavin competition running Marathons cuz im the biggest don They call me the Holy one Cuz of the way my guns Put holes in one The rawest spit flawless Talk **** we'll leave ya jawless Throw ya remains in the death valley With the rest of the restless carcass Facing eternal darkness what???

64

Part I They say death comes in threes I say pain is apart of reality Looking at my homies On the block guzzin' forties And toting a glocks On the look out for flaks and punk *** cop ****** ain't no stranger Nothing but danger Where I'm from deep in the slums Ya find killers to drug dealers Hoes and hoochie quick to give up the ******* They try to throw something to eat But I don't bite I just watch and write About the real.shit I see and feel Keep my pistol concealed So when my enemies lurkin' me The last thing they gone see Is a nice chromed nine shined Blind Cuz I catch em off guard Turned there vehicles into an open casket yea I'm drastic I hate to see my own in plastic But I gotta do what I gotta do Its the life of a **** brotha My heart has no fill so i feel no pain Razor in my teeth herringbone as a neck chains Made of gold times is growing old Friends turn to foes Looking for me but can't find me Even though I'm right in front of me Once im.in the dark I gather my best thoughts searchin for peace In many ways Hopin' for better dayz Part II And to all.my homies doing time Hold ya head high to the sky Cuz we know half of ya serving is a lie Hard to support family When ya sittin' in the penitentiary society is a flim flam Got **** how many brothers they gone lock up ? The ***** *** system been corrupt no abrupt After brothers the color of me But if I **** another like me I get praises silently from white society And they won't care If ya poor and on ya last dime And do a crime Not for the love of it But to support his broken family But media labels ya a culprit Dangerous and the biggest threats Are our cops letting the drugs drop in the first place Miss the case **** the judge They all gotta grudge Against skin colored like me I ain't a suckas I'm the black machavielli In time I will rise no need to open my eyes Cuz my third eye vigilant Soon to be a retaliation for all the incarceration for scorning Black nation Comin' with me violently we moving silently With our clenched fist raised Eradicatin' evil Searchin' for better days

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Dec 11, 2014

Dec 11, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Better Dayz {I&II}

Part I They say death comes in threes I say pain is apart of reality Looking at my homies On the block guzzin' forties And toting a glocks On the look out for flaks and punk *** cop ****** ain't no stranger Nothing but danger Where I'm from deep in the slums Ya find killers to drug dealers Hoes and hoochie quick to give up the ******* They try to throw something to eat But I don't bite I just watch and write About the real.shit I see and feel Keep my pistol concealed So when my enemies lurkin' me The last thing they gone see Is a nice chromed nine shined Blind Cuz I catch em off guard Turned there vehicles into an open casket yea I'm drastic I hate to see my own in plastic But I gotta do what I gotta do Its the life of a **** brotha My heart has no fill so i feel no pain Razor in my teeth herringbone as a neck chains Made of gold times is growing old Friends turn to foes Looking for me but can't find me Even though I'm right in front of me Once im.in the dark I gather my best thoughts searchin for peace In many ways Hopin' for better dayz Part II And to all.my homies doing time Hold ya head high to the sky Cuz we know half of ya serving is a lie Hard to support family When ya sittin' in the penitentiary society is a flim flam Got **** how many brothers they gone lock up ? The ***** *** system been corrupt no abrupt After brothers the color of me But if I **** another like me I get praises silently from white society And they won't care If ya poor and on ya last dime And do a crime Not for the love of it But to support his broken family But media labels ya a culprit Dangerous and the biggest threats Are our cops letting the drugs drop in the first place Miss the case **** the judge They all gotta grudge Against skin colored like me I ain't a suckas I'm the black machavielli In time I will rise no need to open my eyes Cuz my third eye vigilant Soon to be a retaliation for all the incarceration for scorning Black nation Comin' with me violently we moving silently With our clenched fist raised Eradicatin' evil Searchin' for better days

64

Can we talk? She said "Sure, give me a minute" Wait a few seconds, that minute turned to ten, Now one hour later, She was ready to begin? "What do you want to talk about?" she yelled from across the room. Silence, I was sleeping. But just then, she was about to hear the boom So....... She came at me like a wartime poet, dropping bombs on my head like I didn't even know it, Ripped holes in my shirt and I couldn't even sew it. She busted rhymes in my mind even CeLo couldn't own it. Words flying so fast, I coulda swore they were stolen. She moved one step closer and boom, I was falling. Each time my mouth opened I couldn't even answer, Each word that I stut t t tered was like lyrical cancer. I ran around the room like a Soul Train dancer. Side stepping her questions like I was her little **** prancer. **** you, ***** my words just got a little fancier. Whoah! "Who do you think you are, are you done spitting it yet??" You began this little battle, but I'll be the one finishing it. My words are louder than gunshots Cuz, I'll be the one killing it. I'll just turn my *** around Cuz you'd be the one kissing it. This is only the beginning, and I'm not finished dishing it Shhhhit!! She just broke in with a loud "OH!! YOU DONE YOUR TIME" So you can get on outta here with those wasted lyrics, stupid rap, and busted rhymes. This is my house, boy, and you ain't living off this welfare dime. Now, go cheat with some other hoes and sip on their Boone's Farm strawberry wine. Oh and one more thing, you might want to call 9-1-1, Cuz I am about to commit ****** on your *** and a misdemeanor crime. See you were nothing to me but my little, poor "boy toy" and when I say "little" ..it wasn't very much of joy joy. The only time I got real excited and wet was when you were walking out my front door, door. So, now carry your sorry *** on over to your ex's house cuz she was the real effin' ***** ***** Oh, that 65" flat screen is mine, so is that X-Box, touch one more god **** thing in here or I'll double tap your *** with the pair of my triple chromed 9mm hollow point custom made Hello Kitty Glocks. Your time is up, so say good bye once and for all count it 1, 2, 3 or I'll punch your ******* clock.

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Mar 12, 2017

Mar 12, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC

silent-screams

Can We Talk?

Can we talk? She said "Sure, give me a minute" Wait a few seconds, that minute turned to ten, Now one hour later, She was ready to begin? "What do you want to talk about?" she yelled from across the room. Silence, I was sleeping. But just then, she was about to hear the boom So....... She came at me like a wartime poet, dropping bombs on my head like I didn't even know it, Ripped holes in my shirt and I couldn't even sew it. She busted rhymes in my mind even CeLo couldn't own it. Words flying so fast, I coulda swore they were stolen. She moved one step closer and boom, I was falling. Each time my mouth opened I couldn't even answer, Each word that I stut t t tered was like lyrical cancer. I ran around the room like a Soul Train dancer. Side stepping her questions like I was her little **** prancer. **** you, ***** my words just got a little fancier. Whoah! "Who do you think you are, are you done spitting it yet??" You began this little battle, but I'll be the one finishing it. My words are louder than gunshots Cuz, I'll be the one killing it. I'll just turn my *** around Cuz you'd be the one kissing it. This is only the beginning, and I'm not finished dishing it Shhhhit!! She just broke in with a loud "OH!! YOU DONE YOUR TIME" So you can get on outta here with those wasted lyrics, stupid rap, and busted rhymes. This is my house, boy, and you ain't living off this welfare dime. Now, go cheat with some other hoes and sip on their Boone's Farm strawberry wine. Oh and one more thing, you might want to call 9-1-1, Cuz I am about to commit ****** on your *** and a misdemeanor crime. See you were nothing to me but my little, poor "boy toy" and when I say "little" ..it wasn't very much of joy joy. The only time I got real excited and wet was when you were walking out my front door, door. So, now carry your sorry *** on over to your ex's house cuz she was the real effin' ***** ***** Oh, that 65" flat screen is mine, so is that X-Box, touch one more god **** thing in here or I'll double tap your *** with the pair of my triple chromed 9mm hollow point custom made Hello Kitty Glocks. Your time is up, so say good bye once and for all count it 1, 2, 3 or I'll punch your ******* clock.

74

When the raps are givin' Lyrically by me I'll leave ya head spinnin' Like a disco ball Haters on the gall But all I do is make one phone call I got homies to hoes pack 44s Check the iced chromed door Of jeep four by four Ya sweet as a nectarine When I hit the scene I turn ****** skin green Brooklyn bounce more to the ounce The drunker I get The harder I hit The more some ones bound for a casket No remorse check the source I was credited before I was edited The Black Capone I'm raps chaperone its my love jones Me and my ***** my gun Close like lelo and stitch Got multiple attitude so I'm rude switch Personalities So nobody can keep a tally on me Its me the big the biggest competitor Leave ya competition in sweaters Cuz I'm cold as anartica Glocks stay blazin' hot than africa Bomb flows like Boston massacre Who asking ya? About me the only yosef mos def With the mathematics statics I crash it if ya show y'ass? I'll cash it Put you on the corner Reckless ruthless as Ike to Tina Turner Embrace the dread **** the feds Still taking my daily bread Born sinner this is the philosophy of a winner Ya unknown like Brian Skinner Thinner ya need up ya weight son Cuz ya falling lame son uh the don Back to set the record straight If ya gotta problem I'll.make ya death date U see me I see u Bullets hit ya temple now ya in ICU Cuz I'm young witty and nasty and clean Saw ya fuckin' head off if ya know what I mean??

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Dead Wrong, Yo'

When the raps are givin' Lyrically by me I'll leave ya head spinnin' Like a disco ball Haters on the gall But all I do is make one phone call I got homies to hoes pack 44s Check the iced chromed door Of jeep four by four Ya sweet as a nectarine When I hit the scene I turn ****** skin green Brooklyn bounce more to the ounce The drunker I get The harder I hit The more some ones bound for a casket No remorse check the source I was credited before I was edited The Black Capone I'm raps chaperone its my love jones Me and my ***** my gun Close like lelo and stitch Got multiple attitude so I'm rude switch Personalities So nobody can keep a tally on me Its me the big the biggest competitor Leave ya competition in sweaters Cuz I'm cold as anartica Glocks stay blazin' hot than africa Bomb flows like Boston massacre Who asking ya? About me the only yosef mos def With the mathematics statics I crash it if ya show y'ass? I'll cash it Put you on the corner Reckless ruthless as Ike to Tina Turner Embrace the dread **** the feds Still taking my daily bread Born sinner this is the philosophy of a winner Ya unknown like Brian Skinner Thinner ya need up ya weight son Cuz ya falling lame son uh the don Back to set the record straight If ya gotta problem I'll.make ya death date U see me I see u Bullets hit ya temple now ya in ICU Cuz I'm young witty and nasty and clean Saw ya fuckin' head off if ya know what I mean??

48

Hey, Hey, NRA Who're you going To **** today? A little girl at school Or a little boy at play Maybe a ******* From India by mistake Home defense Is a good excuse But it's more likely to be home abuse Suicides are up And accidents too But they're guaranteed By Amendment Two We all need protection From all the terrorists Because they can buy guns Even if they're on our lists And don't forget the Government We'll need our peashooter Glocks Against their heavy armament Hey, Hey, NRA Who're you going To **** today?

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Jan 4, 2016

Jan 4, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC

jai-rho

Hey, Hey, NRA

Hey, Hey, NRA Who're you going To **** today? A little girl at school Or a little boy at play Maybe a ******* From India by mistake Home defense Is a good excuse But it's more likely to be home abuse Suicides are up And accidents too But they're guaranteed By Amendment Two We all need protection From all the terrorists Because they can buy guns Even if they're on our lists And don't forget the Government We'll need our peashooter Glocks Against their heavy armament Hey, Hey, NRA Who're you going To **** today?

25

A wall will never stop the spread of disease; Even if you are called the civilized west, Banksy won't and can't make the cries to cease. Cries from forefront clashes, from throwing rocks... Hand over one's heart, We all profit off; selling outdated Glocks. Mapping out the labyrinth tale with a frag Minotaur's keep the fight alive in this hell A mechanic social manipulation With hearts of Palestine in confiscation Teenage angst never did pay off well. One thing to comfort the Jew, They're going to die anyway, And so will you. A sky full of sulfur Coming down on little kids. These aren't stars, These are toxic tears. These aren't stars, You carry on your flags, What shines are shells, grenades and frags. Misuse of weaponry, a national trait; Once second world war victims, Now a first world charade.

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC

Penmann

Palestine Dream

A wall will never stop the spread of disease; Even if you are called the civilized west, Banksy won't and can't make the cries to cease. Cries from forefront clashes, from throwing rocks... Hand over one's heart, We all profit off; selling outdated Glocks. Mapping out the labyrinth tale with a frag Minotaur's keep the fight alive in this hell A mechanic social manipulation With hearts of Palestine in confiscation Teenage angst never did pay off well. One thing to comfort the Jew, They're going to die anyway, And so will you. A sky full of sulfur Coming down on little kids. These aren't stars, These are toxic tears. These aren't stars, You carry on your flags, What shines are shells, grenades and frags. Misuse of weaponry, a national trait; Once second world war victims, Now a first world charade.

24

With hearts for dancing we'll take leave of war, Watch the bodies fall as they hit the floor And death it is; yet money talks, Replaying the sounds of the smoking glocks It is not the living, who make the longest demands; we die forever, The body count rises at every change of the weather When will people realize, They're playing into their own demise

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Nov 1, 2012

Nov 1, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC

kelsey-3

We Close Our Eyes And Endure It

With hearts for dancing we'll take leave of war, Watch the bodies fall as they hit the floor And death it is; yet money talks, Replaying the sounds of the smoking glocks It is not the living, who make the longest demands; we die forever, The body count rises at every change of the weather When will people realize, They're playing into their own demise

8

What the **** you looking at I’m that loudmouth Cotton-picking ***** ***** you heard about I’m that slick-talking, big-walking ************ **** I am a ************ ************ I’m a watermelon-eating, cornbread-munching, fried-chicken-smacking ***** I’m a black **** that will do anything for the white skin, for those white men, that little bitty white plan That western thinking, that only got us sinking..... Into generational oppression Contemplating deep thoughts of depression Like clockwork Over and over again Wait Over and over again Is my clock broken? NO! Over and over again In this sin, we call life Playing the game with a disadvantage A Catastrophic injury Not having all the tools to conquer This constant relapse of cycles Hating myself so much that hate you Hating myself so much that I beat you Hating myself so much that I **** you! As I say, Yes sir, No sir Yes ***** No ***** But hates his own kind A ***** who doesn’t sit by the door But on them corners! Right on that corner on 79th Or maybe 78th, or 63rd maybe 65th, Name a street, I’ll sip the 5th As I plead the 5th, for crimes I did not commit Feeling so bashful and so cloaked with indifference, that I cop a 5th 1st, 2nd, 3rd—5th As I amend my thoughts I understand! Just another body to this cause Again I don’t think you understand my pain So again I’m that ***** not by the door but in them fields, crushed in between a jail cell and genocide With homicide in my conscience Ready to blast nine shots by two Glocks in a ***** that looks at me crazy! From being a crack baby To selling to crack babies From whips to chains To whips to chains Not knowing why I hate But deep down inside, I am full of love Unfortunately, I will never show love Because I was never shown love and in the deepest form of honesty, I don’t know how to love. So, with not knowing the stereotypes continue And forms a mind of its own Hate!

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Aug 3, 2025

Aug 3, 2025 at 10:22 AM UTC

KrisTheKing

Stereotypes

What the **** you looking at I’m that loudmouth Cotton-picking ***** ***** you heard about I’m that slick-talking, big-walking ************ **** I am a ************ ************ I’m a watermelon-eating, cornbread-munching, fried-chicken-smacking ***** I’m a black **** that will do anything for the white skin, for those white men, that little bitty white plan That western thinking, that only got us sinking..... Into generational oppression Contemplating deep thoughts of depression Like clockwork Over and over again Wait Over and over again Is my clock broken? NO! Over and over again In this sin, we call life Playing the game with a disadvantage A Catastrophic injury Not having all the tools to conquer This constant relapse of cycles Hating myself so much that hate you Hating myself so much that I beat you Hating myself so much that I **** you! As I say, Yes sir, No sir Yes ***** No ***** But hates his own kind A ***** who doesn’t sit by the door But on them corners! Right on that corner on 79th Or maybe 78th, or 63rd maybe 65th, Name a street, I’ll sip the 5th As I plead the 5th, for crimes I did not commit Feeling so bashful and so cloaked with indifference, that I cop a 5th 1st, 2nd, 3rd—5th As I amend my thoughts I understand! Just another body to this cause Again I don’t think you understand my pain So again I’m that ***** not by the door but in them fields, crushed in between a jail cell and genocide With homicide in my conscience Ready to blast nine shots by two Glocks in a ***** that looks at me crazy! From being a crack baby To selling to crack babies From whips to chains To whips to chains Not knowing why I hate But deep down inside, I am full of love Unfortunately, I will never show love Because I was never shown love and in the deepest form of honesty, I don’t know how to love. So, with not knowing the stereotypes continue And forms a mind of its own Hate!

62

sonz of fullfilled prophecy Suckas denyin and defyin me still rise like a G born a troop quick to scoop any out the scene one man team cream so none cant harm me tried to bomb me but forgot this was M.O.B revengin' like shinobi a soldier stayin' heavily strapped **** cocked back like when im putin' **** in a ***** back got paperstacks for days so how the **** did i slack? still black as ever too too clever endeavor bang on em with my flow leave all my enemies exposed with bullets holes through there ****** clothes God bless the dead i aint scared to die with two pistols pointed at my eye picture me in a cemetery but no photos of me unmarked cuz im livin carefree throw up that southside it aint no gang we mas made from dynasties of lost kangs catch ya sleepin' but mini-14 stay creepin' straight notorious outlaw destined for crime split ya from jaw to jaw raw from my maw and feel this i got shot with 5 glocks? N they still couldnt rock me six feet deep got me boxin in my sleep feelin' like Rocky cocky built strong so ya kno im.stocky tried to block me but still came out on top hustled a knot now jealous *** jews want what i got my plot too strong so we'll last long transform all my pen brothers home in a mansiom of my own takin back the panthas throne bustin' at the commission with ten million in ammunition **** em and watch the fall off the reign straight out the frame no fortune or fame burnt like a flame when we mob ya **** become departed takin it back to Israel my home where it all started!! us the first to bust who do we trust

0

Dec 5, 2016

Dec 5, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

ALL OUT

sonz of fullfilled prophecy Suckas denyin and defyin me still rise like a G born a troop quick to scoop any out the scene one man team cream so none cant harm me tried to bomb me but forgot this was M.O.B revengin' like shinobi a soldier stayin' heavily strapped **** cocked back like when im putin' **** in a ***** back got paperstacks for days so how the **** did i slack? still black as ever too too clever endeavor bang on em with my flow leave all my enemies exposed with bullets holes through there ****** clothes God bless the dead i aint scared to die with two pistols pointed at my eye picture me in a cemetery but no photos of me unmarked cuz im livin carefree throw up that southside it aint no gang we mas made from dynasties of lost kangs catch ya sleepin' but mini-14 stay creepin' straight notorious outlaw destined for crime split ya from jaw to jaw raw from my maw and feel this i got shot with 5 glocks? N they still couldnt rock me six feet deep got me boxin in my sleep feelin' like Rocky cocky built strong so ya kno im.stocky tried to block me but still came out on top hustled a knot now jealous *** jews want what i got my plot too strong so we'll last long transform all my pen brothers home in a mansiom of my own takin back the panthas throne bustin' at the commission with ten million in ammunition **** em and watch the fall off the reign straight out the frame no fortune or fame burnt like a flame when we mob ya **** become departed takin it back to Israel my home where it all started!! us the first to bust who do we trust

54

One small decision Has left us in terror With flames in the sky and bullets going into our hearts This city is falling apart The reporters are speaking in shock As they hear sounds of the booming glocks The angry and selfish have caused chaos in the stores Tears and sadness is apparent in their faces Completely still Stuck Whispering HELP ME HELP US The police are standing in valiant honor Trying to hold the pain The horror That has surcumbed to this beautiful city They shout the taunts and words to guilt While fake blood is being spillt Bringing the racial issues into play Much to unity's dismay We will never surrender to violence unless provoked Peaceful protestors are the lone light In this raging battle To save justice They want body cameras in the future But I think they should have them now We must learn our lesson This is another Rodney King disaster The United States is never used to this So we are scared I pray for the innocents They never asked for this The peaceful protesters earn my respect They emulate the right way to fight They are willing to stay up all night To stand for something Not looting and breaking into buildings Those are the examples of the demons within us The peaceful ones are concerned about police militarization But they need to survive too Against the ones who misuse the Guy Fawkes Masks They stand in fear Shivering in the cold As the Seasons Greetings sign hangs in the mist by the tear gas When will this pass? Help us find peace And leave none deceased STAND. NO MORE GREED. ONLY SELF DEFENSE. PEACE.

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Nov 25, 2014

Nov 25, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Ferguson

One small decision Has left us in terror With flames in the sky and bullets going into our hearts This city is falling apart The reporters are speaking in shock As they hear sounds of the booming glocks The angry and selfish have caused chaos in the stores Tears and sadness is apparent in their faces Completely still Stuck Whispering HELP ME HELP US The police are standing in valiant honor Trying to hold the pain The horror That has surcumbed to this beautiful city They shout the taunts and words to guilt While fake blood is being spillt Bringing the racial issues into play Much to unity's dismay We will never surrender to violence unless provoked Peaceful protestors are the lone light In this raging battle To save justice They want body cameras in the future But I think they should have them now We must learn our lesson This is another Rodney King disaster The United States is never used to this So we are scared I pray for the innocents They never asked for this The peaceful protesters earn my respect They emulate the right way to fight They are willing to stay up all night To stand for something Not looting and breaking into buildings Those are the examples of the demons within us The peaceful ones are concerned about police militarization But they need to survive too Against the ones who misuse the Guy Fawkes Masks They stand in fear Shivering in the cold As the Seasons Greetings sign hangs in the mist by the tear gas When will this pass? Help us find peace And leave none deceased STAND. NO MORE GREED. ONLY SELF DEFENSE. PEACE.

55

uh my clan be ***** as the Taliban with illegal contraband got more heat than desert stand one man stand on the mic i rock im as hard as a **** in between a ***** legs gettin' ready to knock ya out with flows i expose the industry closed once yosef pours out the blessin got me foes guessin no stressin **** and henney sessions new lessons daily sip irish creme baily they cant play me but pay me listen to styles p or bump biggie or maybe 2 p a c host aks at birthdays im al caponin' it runnin' **** like diarrhea yall just need ta sit the **** back while i count benjamins stacks which be in bundle king of the hip hop jungle and im going to **** puffie diddy He soft as a nestle cookie Make mysteries no rookies cant play with me in this deadly game lite a match for the flame burn the fame infamous is how i keep it man hol up I see the hate excite of the critics Gimmicks leave with they headsplitted And backs more open than parachute From the guns that shoot 21 salute Dont ya know im soldier I keep glocks hot as folgers In ya cup i interrupt the scene Once i puff red hair greens Ya drivin a limousine N ill throw grenade in ya sunroof And watch it land inbetween Ya legs So ya can blow ya own head Get it naw forget All i see is yellow tapes chalks And you being admitted To the hospital in critical Condition no intermission All ya memory left is ya see is my face Im like the son of man Leavin competition running Marathons cuz im the biggest don They call me the Holy one Cuz of the way my guns Put holes in one The rawest spit flawless Talk **** we'll leave ya jawless Throw ya remains in the death valley With the rest of the restless carcass

0

Oct 27, 2016

Oct 27, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Brutal Poet

uh my clan be ***** as the Taliban with illegal contraband got more heat than desert stand one man stand on the mic i rock im as hard as a **** in between a ***** legs gettin' ready to knock ya out with flows i expose the industry closed once yosef pours out the blessin got me foes guessin no stressin **** and henney sessions new lessons daily sip irish creme baily they cant play me but pay me listen to styles p or bump biggie or maybe 2 p a c host aks at birthdays im al caponin' it runnin' **** like diarrhea yall just need ta sit the **** back while i count benjamins stacks which be in bundle king of the hip hop jungle and im going to **** puffie diddy He soft as a nestle cookie Make mysteries no rookies cant play with me in this deadly game lite a match for the flame burn the fame infamous is how i keep it man hol up I see the hate excite of the critics Gimmicks leave with they headsplitted And backs more open than parachute From the guns that shoot 21 salute Dont ya know im soldier I keep glocks hot as folgers In ya cup i interrupt the scene Once i puff red hair greens Ya drivin a limousine N ill throw grenade in ya sunroof And watch it land inbetween Ya legs So ya can blow ya own head Get it naw forget All i see is yellow tapes chalks And you being admitted To the hospital in critical Condition no intermission All ya memory left is ya see is my face Im like the son of man Leavin competition running Marathons cuz im the biggest don They call me the Holy one Cuz of the way my guns Put holes in one The rawest spit flawless Talk **** we'll leave ya jawless Throw ya remains in the death valley With the rest of the restless carcass

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