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Shamans, in an attempt to find a word that all cultures could understand, to represent, universally, the subject; married the languages by root. Each attribute or thing that the beast is said to do, have or have power to do or over is found as a definition in a language of the individual roots. Take Sanskrit for instance. "Dra," is "water and combine it with Sumerian, "Gun, Gon," and you get a "water-born," beast who "writhes, twists or wraps around," which is the Ouroboros Serpent as shown in ancient images. The secret to all ancient myth or religion is in interpretation of language into foreign languages over time. And, yes, it is very creative, appears complex due to time but is just humans trying to describe observable nature. None of it is meant to be taken literally unless you literally live six thousand years ago and speak in an ancient tongue. Addendum * Keltic, "Con, Kon," makes the Dragon, "All-knowing." * And we know from Plato that Greeks stole their root words from the Celts. Plato's own words in, 'The Cratylus.'
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
david-john-mowers
DRA KONdefɪɴed
Shamans, in an attempt to find a word that all cultures could understand, to represent, universally, the subject; married the languages by root. Each attribute or thing that the beast is said to do, have or have power to do or over is found as a definition in a language of the individual roots. Take Sanskrit for instance. "Dra," is "water and combine it with Sumerian, "Gun, Gon," and you get a "water-born," beast who "writhes, twists or wraps around," which is the Ouroboros Serpent as shown in ancient images. The secret to all ancient myth or religion is in interpretation of language into foreign languages over time. And, yes, it is very creative, appears complex due to time but is just humans trying to describe observable nature. None of it is meant to be taken literally unless you literally live six thousand years ago and speak in an ancient tongue. Addendum * Keltic, "Con, Kon," makes the Dragon, "All-knowing." * And we know from Plato that Greeks stole their root words from the Celts. Plato's own words in, 'The Cratylus.'
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can you see Pride’s face? can you see the pride in Pride’s face? boastful & frivolous. Pride’s intentions are not of good will. Pride just destroyed a home. Pride just stabbed a friend in the back. Pride ended a life-long friendship. Pride just ended a simple argument. he is a disease. humans are afraid of him. can you see the pride in pride’s face? can you see the bad he creates? can you see all the lives he took? Pride is a crook. he breaks into the windows of your spirit and steals all the gold. that gold is your happiness. Pride is a weapon. anything in his way is destroyed. Pride doesn’t have emotions. Pride can make you insane. but Pride has an enemy. Pride has a cure. Humility. Humility is Pride’s balance. Humility can heal wounds. he is spirited & can bring people together. Humility is a weapon, a weapon of peace. he is a conqueror. Humility is Pride’s balance. can you see Humility’s face? can you feel Humility’s embrace? when are we starting to be humble? when are gon’ respect each other? can you see the pride in Pride’s face? Pride cares about no one but himself. Humility cares for everyone & himself. Teddy Bear Tribe.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
sincurlyxbaki
Can You See Pride's Face?
can you see Pride’s face? can you see the pride in Pride’s face? boastful & frivolous. Pride’s intentions are not of good will. Pride just destroyed a home. Pride just stabbed a friend in the back. Pride ended a life-long friendship. Pride just ended a simple argument. he is a disease. humans are afraid of him. can you see the pride in pride’s face? can you see the bad he creates? can you see all the lives he took? Pride is a crook. he breaks into the windows of your spirit and steals all the gold. that gold is your happiness. Pride is a weapon. anything in his way is destroyed. Pride doesn’t have emotions. Pride can make you insane. but Pride has an enemy. Pride has a cure. Humility. Humility is Pride’s balance. Humility can heal wounds. he is spirited & can bring people together. Humility is a weapon, a weapon of peace. he is a conqueror. Humility is Pride’s balance. can you see Humility’s face? can you feel Humility’s embrace? when are we starting to be humble? when are gon’ respect each other? can you see the pride in Pride’s face? Pride cares about no one but himself. Humility cares for everyone & himself. Teddy Bear Tribe.
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I walk inside, and you turn to gimme a look, Look who's talkin', homie, why YOU with your holy book? I walk with pride, with dignity, I feel like I deserve it, You think I'm full with violence, but where's that in my worship? Jesus brought the bible, Moses brought the Torah, and Muhammad brought the Qur'an, All those came from Allah. I know one day you'll realize, the truth was in the Qur'an, But by then... It'll be too late, Imagine what you'll have to face, Your punishment, in the grave, That even the, snakes will hate, But then they gotta tell you, you really deserve it, And you still  say, that I'm talking B.S, You make me shut up, just because of what I say, But who'll go with you, in your grave, You won't be able to blame your mistakes on those who just faked, Did I not tell you, you were getting tricked? Your ribcage will tighten, All the people 'ready left, Why would they care, of the punishment you gotta face? This is just an intro, My friend: listen to what I gotta say, Hell will come into view, Screamin'; You wouldn't have deserved this, All you had to do was just worship, All you had to do, was show Allah he deserves it, All the love and respect, you just had to show it, Not believe those who said, religion don't deserve it, You said you're not an Atheist, or an Agnostic, You said you're not a Christian, why didn't you become a Muslim? All the things I told you, were for this day to come, I wanted to make you, somehow convert to Islam. Tell me: Do you crave that punishment? Then why the hell you ain't gon' listen? All I want is best for you, you just gotta pay attention, You call for me, I can't do one thin', You ain't callin' him, who gave you everythin', Homie, this ain't a fantasy, You can't go back in time, You can't fix all those things, You just said you had no time, To worship him who created you, But when I say this to you, you think that I'm insane, Pray for your next life, not your worldly fame, They came with the message, but you never accept it, you said you don't need it, But now you'd say you believed it, All you had to do was just worship, but now you don't deserve it, Don't tell me I never told you: Just become a Muslim, All those years I tried, told you, you really deserve it, Now you're shredding tears only full of blood,, Told you they ain't Islam, they were just F'N up, Told you I was peace, now what you gon' do, I always only wished, for what was best for you,   Violence is not Islam, Terrorists are not Muslims, All they wanna do, is use up all their bullets, Keep calm, 'cause I'm a Muslim, not a terrorist, Hurry up, it ain't too late, look into Islam, 'Cause I know, you don't deserve ir, You're so lucky, you have the truth in front of you, You just outta accept it.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
syeduhhhhh
Did I Not Tell You...?
I walk inside, and you turn to gimme a look, Look who's talkin', homie, why YOU with your holy book? I walk with pride, with dignity, I feel like I deserve it, You think I'm full with violence, but where's that in my worship? Jesus brought the bible, Moses brought the Torah, and Muhammad brought the Qur'an, All those came from Allah. I know one day you'll realize, the truth was in the Qur'an, But by then... It'll be too late, Imagine what you'll have to face, Your punishment, in the grave, That even the, snakes will hate, But then they gotta tell you, you really deserve it, And you still  say, that I'm talking B.S, You make me shut up, just because of what I say, But who'll go with you, in your grave, You won't be able to blame your mistakes on those who just faked, Did I not tell you, you were getting tricked? Your ribcage will tighten, All the people 'ready left, Why would they care, of the punishment you gotta face? This is just an intro, My friend: listen to what I gotta say, Hell will come into view, Screamin'; You wouldn't have deserved this, All you had to do was just worship, All you had to do, was show Allah he deserves it, All the love and respect, you just had to show it, Not believe those who said, religion don't deserve it, You said you're not an Atheist, or an Agnostic, You said you're not a Christian, why didn't you become a Muslim? All the things I told you, were for this day to come, I wanted to make you, somehow convert to Islam. Tell me: Do you crave that punishment? Then why the hell you ain't gon' listen? All I want is best for you, you just gotta pay attention, You call for me, I can't do one thin', You ain't callin' him, who gave you everythin', Homie, this ain't a fantasy, You can't go back in time, You can't fix all those things, You just said you had no time, To worship him who created you, But when I say this to you, you think that I'm insane, Pray for your next life, not your worldly fame, They came with the message, but you never accept it, you said you don't need it, But now you'd say you believed it, All you had to do was just worship, but now you don't deserve it, Don't tell me I never told you: Just become a Muslim, All those years I tried, told you, you really deserve it, Now you're shredding tears only full of blood,, Told you they ain't Islam, they were just F'N up, Told you I was peace, now what you gon' do, I always only wished, for what was best for you,   Violence is not Islam, Terrorists are not Muslims, All they wanna do, is use up all their bullets, Keep calm, 'cause I'm a Muslim, not a terrorist, Hurry up, it ain't too late, look into Islam, 'Cause I know, you don't deserve ir, You're so lucky, you have the truth in front of you, You just outta accept it.
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* *The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life,   The Dragon steals the waters of life,* * * a Hydra eats those who lie. * *This is the story of                           Darr-en Gunn, His life was a                              short-en-ed one. While hunting some snakes                                            having no lucky breaks. Found himself consumed by a                                                                   gi-ant one. Was warned of one snake,                                            the seven-headed Drake. Found himself consumed by a                                                                  gi-ant one. In Old Foggie swamps lies a place                                                                  he haunts. With a hunter digesting in a                                                                 Dra-gon! *The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life,  The Dragon steals the waters of life,* * * a Hydra eats those who lie. All children should learn                                                                                of a swamp that churns. In a place where they say                                                                  the wa-ter burns!
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
david-john-mowers
Rhyme of a Hydra
* *The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life,   The Dragon steals the waters of life,* * * a Hydra eats those who lie. * *This is the story of                           Darr-en Gunn, His life was a                              short-en-ed one. While hunting some snakes                                            having no lucky breaks. Found himself consumed by a                                                                   gi-ant one. Was warned of one snake,                                            the seven-headed Drake. Found himself consumed by a                                                                  gi-ant one. In Old Foggie swamps lies a place                                                                  he haunts. With a hunter digesting in a                                                                 Dra-gon! *The Dragon steals the waters of life, The Dragon steals the waters of life,  The Dragon steals the waters of life,* * * a Hydra eats those who lie. All children should learn                                                                                of a swamp that churns. In a place where they say                                                                  the wa-ter burns!
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[Intro: Honey ******* You ******* ******* stink Go take a ******* shower Schwag. Asian ******* [Verse 1: Honey ******* ****** I ain't got time for a stupid broad Cause bro I'm 'bout to beat a ***** and probably lose my job **** I'm a bubble Listen, ***** I tell you cool it off Cause acting smart'll get you deaded ***** I rule the spot Now, homie, I ain't ******* down to catch a charge, bro Now her body found the same place she had parked, bro. (Whoops! [x3]) I forgot my ******* ride for me Cause these ******* that drive for me Are these ******* flying for free I gain mine. There's a difference. You remember that Cause I'm always hungry for the **** that I ain't never had This here is baby food and be all like, ***** **** a snack! " See ****** who said I'm crap is asking me to hit 'em back ***** **** that! [Hook x2: Honey ******* Now, I ain't got time for ******** If I ain't getting mine, then that's ******** Why you all up in my face with this ******** Ew. ***** you smell like ******** [Verse 2: Honey ******* Oh, here I go. There they go in this here game again Now these ******* praying they gon' never hear my name again But look, I'm a stay around even although they acting like I can't I don't sleep at all cause it'll always be my time again That means I work hard, homie. I don't play around, dawg Better cut this ******** or your face'll meet the ground, dawg But after all, it's for the haters and the groupies, though Find me at the studio The smart ***** with a stupid flow **** delivery. Got fans who in the dance Now my enemies got plans They just searching for a chance **** friends cause I'm married to the music ***** cause I gained the world and die before I lose it So cool it [Hook x2: Honey ******* Now, I ain't got time for ******** If I ain't getting mine, then that's ******** Why you all up in my face with this ******** Ew. ***** you smell like ******** [Verse 3: Tyga] ***** back, back. Why your *** so flat? Tell your best friend I want that I don't pretend, ***** and I don't act Why you all up in my chat? Telling people that you know him If I lend you all on my back Criss-cross, you wiggedy-wack! (Aghh!) Duplicating my racks Introduce you to my life Yeah, my gold heavy metal You can't rock out on my level Yeah, yeah. That's a red Ferarri And I'm dancing with the devil ***** testing me, you get answers **** a ***** quick fast, like cancer. (Aghh!) (Well, well) Make a ***** rubbin money on my **** till it swell, swell And ya money, money shorter than a elf, elf And I keep cool J's like LL (Hell yeah) I don; t wanna start nuttin' ***** lemme finish All in a ***** net ***** mouth like a dentist (Dennis) Rodman. Come on, come on ***** is you with it, with it? Cause I ain't [Hook x2: Honey ******* Now, I ain't got time for ******** If I ain't getting mine, then that's ******** Why you all up in my face with this ******** Ew. ***** you smell like ********
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
Bunhead17
********
[Intro: Honey ******* You ******* ******* stink Go take a ******* shower Schwag. Asian ******* [Verse 1: Honey ******* ****** I ain't got time for a stupid broad Cause bro I'm 'bout to beat a ***** and probably lose my job **** I'm a bubble Listen, ***** I tell you cool it off Cause acting smart'll get you deaded ***** I rule the spot Now, homie, I ain't ******* down to catch a charge, bro Now her body found the same place she had parked, bro. (Whoops! [x3]) I forgot my ******* ride for me Cause these ******* that drive for me Are these ******* flying for free I gain mine. There's a difference. You remember that Cause I'm always hungry for the **** that I ain't never had This here is baby food and be all like, ***** **** a snack! " See ****** who said I'm crap is asking me to hit 'em back ***** **** that! [Hook x2: Honey ******* Now, I ain't got time for ******** If I ain't getting mine, then that's ******** Why you all up in my face with this ******** Ew. ***** you smell like ******** [Verse 2: Honey ******* Oh, here I go. There they go in this here game again Now these ******* praying they gon' never hear my name again But look, I'm a stay around even although they acting like I can't I don't sleep at all cause it'll always be my time again That means I work hard, homie. I don't play around, dawg Better cut this ******** or your face'll meet the ground, dawg But after all, it's for the haters and the groupies, though Find me at the studio The smart ***** with a stupid flow **** delivery. Got fans who in the dance Now my enemies got plans They just searching for a chance **** friends cause I'm married to the music ***** cause I gained the world and die before I lose it So cool it [Hook x2: Honey ******* Now, I ain't got time for ******** If I ain't getting mine, then that's ******** Why you all up in my face with this ******** Ew. ***** you smell like ******** [Verse 3: Tyga] ***** back, back. Why your *** so flat? Tell your best friend I want that I don't pretend, ***** and I don't act Why you all up in my chat? Telling people that you know him If I lend you all on my back Criss-cross, you wiggedy-wack! (Aghh!) Duplicating my racks Introduce you to my life Yeah, my gold heavy metal You can't rock out on my level Yeah, yeah. That's a red Ferarri And I'm dancing with the devil ***** testing me, you get answers **** a ***** quick fast, like cancer. (Aghh!) (Well, well) Make a ***** rubbin money on my **** till it swell, swell And ya money, money shorter than a elf, elf And I keep cool J's like LL (Hell yeah) I don; t wanna start nuttin' ***** lemme finish All in a ***** net ***** mouth like a dentist (Dennis) Rodman. Come on, come on ***** is you with it, with it? Cause I ain't [Hook x2: Honey ******* Now, I ain't got time for ******** If I ain't getting mine, then that's ******** Why you all up in my face with this ******** Ew. ***** you smell like ********
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[Intro:] 'Sace, 'sace 'Knock one, 'knock one Mustard on the beat, ** [Hook:] Shirt, shirt by Versace ***** you better **** sumn ** Hoes wanna knock one ***** you better **** sumn Shirt, shirt by Versace ***** you better **** sumn ** Hoes wanna knock one ***** you better **** sumn [Verse 1: Kirko Bangz] I just bought a shirt for tonight, ** And it cost five-hundred (Better **** sumn!) I seen a bad ***** at the light, oh! My car cost two-hundred (Better **** sumn!) Uh, got 'Sace on the chain Louis, that's my side ** Versace, that's my main 'Sace in the car so that's 'Sace in the lane All day I dream about Versace on the linen ****** at work and now she bugging me. Versace John Lennon. I only want the ***** if she expensive **** the ** in Versace, had some boojie *** children Doing what I’m suppose to do I'm in Versace my ****** they in 'Sace too Ain't no fun unless we all get some If I'm ******* then my ****** they ******* too [Hook:] [Verse 2: French Montana] Hundred-Thou' what I'm buying here? Talking lion head ***** better **** sumn!) Hundred-Thou' on these Cuban Links. Medusa Face ***** better **** sumn!) And my shirt eight-hundred And just copped a honey ***** better **** sumn!) These bottles they hundred I just copped a hundred (Man, ***** better **** sumn!) Got syrup by the liter. ***** Homie, Ima beat it Catch the ***** like Jeter haa Picture a ***** balling the ***** get to calling ******* get to fallin Kamikaze. Shirt by Versace Know my diamonds flash paparazzi Give a **** about a hater I be getting to the paper **** ***** get your weight up haa [Hook:] [Verse 3: YG] It's YG 400! Shirt Versace, ******* is a hobby I love a ***** that **** **** so sloppy In high school she was a ** Hundred dollar bills on the floor ***** you better **** sumn! And that's straight up I prefer a bad ***** with no make-up I got my cake up. Ya'll playas say sumn I'm never paying for ***** and I'm never going bankrupt My shirt's Versace. ***** red like Rudolph Try to rob me I'll **** back that shooter Trying to count how many ******* ***** I ate Why you do that? Cuz I love how it taste. Ooo! Me and Kirko on that purple Geeked up like Urkel Middle fingers in the air I don't trust you ******* Spent my money on me so I can **** you ******* Ooo! [Hook:] [Verse 4: G-Haze] Got a shirt by Gianni In your main ** that's where you can find me Why these haters want to mean mug me Cuz I'm coming down clean and they ******* wanna **** sumn Trick you better **** sumn Stepped in the party make a ***** wanna cuff sumn Po-Po that's a No-No Give me Ocho-Cinco! Uhh, **** that ****** by Versace when I hit from the back She gon' call me "Papi" while she sit up on my lap Sip syrup lean and I got it from the trap But I ain't a dope boy Shirt by Versace got me feeling like a coke boy Gold grillz, gold chain, LMG be the game ***** you better **** sumn!
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
Bunhead17
Shirt By Versace
[Intro:] 'Sace, 'sace 'Knock one, 'knock one Mustard on the beat, ** [Hook:] Shirt, shirt by Versace ***** you better **** sumn ** Hoes wanna knock one ***** you better **** sumn Shirt, shirt by Versace ***** you better **** sumn ** Hoes wanna knock one ***** you better **** sumn [Verse 1: Kirko Bangz] I just bought a shirt for tonight, ** And it cost five-hundred (Better **** sumn!) I seen a bad ***** at the light, oh! My car cost two-hundred (Better **** sumn!) Uh, got 'Sace on the chain Louis, that's my side ** Versace, that's my main 'Sace in the car so that's 'Sace in the lane All day I dream about Versace on the linen ****** at work and now she bugging me. Versace John Lennon. I only want the ***** if she expensive **** the ** in Versace, had some boojie *** children Doing what I’m suppose to do I'm in Versace my ****** they in 'Sace too Ain't no fun unless we all get some If I'm ******* then my ****** they ******* too [Hook:] [Verse 2: French Montana] Hundred-Thou' what I'm buying here? Talking lion head ***** better **** sumn!) Hundred-Thou' on these Cuban Links. Medusa Face ***** better **** sumn!) And my shirt eight-hundred And just copped a honey ***** better **** sumn!) These bottles they hundred I just copped a hundred (Man, ***** better **** sumn!) Got syrup by the liter. ***** Homie, Ima beat it Catch the ***** like Jeter haa Picture a ***** balling the ***** get to calling ******* get to fallin Kamikaze. Shirt by Versace Know my diamonds flash paparazzi Give a **** about a hater I be getting to the paper **** ***** get your weight up haa [Hook:] [Verse 3: YG] It's YG 400! Shirt Versace, ******* is a hobby I love a ***** that **** **** so sloppy In high school she was a ** Hundred dollar bills on the floor ***** you better **** sumn! And that's straight up I prefer a bad ***** with no make-up I got my cake up. Ya'll playas say sumn I'm never paying for ***** and I'm never going bankrupt My shirt's Versace. ***** red like Rudolph Try to rob me I'll **** back that shooter Trying to count how many ******* ***** I ate Why you do that? Cuz I love how it taste. Ooo! Me and Kirko on that purple Geeked up like Urkel Middle fingers in the air I don't trust you ******* Spent my money on me so I can **** you ******* Ooo! [Hook:] [Verse 4: G-Haze] Got a shirt by Gianni In your main ** that's where you can find me Why these haters want to mean mug me Cuz I'm coming down clean and they ******* wanna **** sumn Trick you better **** sumn Stepped in the party make a ***** wanna cuff sumn Po-Po that's a No-No Give me Ocho-Cinco! Uhh, **** that ****** by Versace when I hit from the back She gon' call me "Papi" while she sit up on my lap Sip syrup lean and I got it from the trap But I ain't a dope boy Shirt by Versace got me feeling like a coke boy Gold grillz, gold chain, LMG be the game ***** you better **** sumn!
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How could you leave me so unexpected? I was waiting, I was waiting For you but you just left me I needed you, I needed you Yo, I don't know what it's like to be addicted to ***** But I do know what it's like to be a witness it kills You told me you love me, I'm thinking this isn't real I think of you when I get a whiff of that cigarette smell, yeah Welcome to the bottom of hell They say pain is a prison, let me out of my cell You say you proud of me, but you don't know me that well Sit in my room, tears running down my face and I yell Into my pillowcases, you say you coming to get me Then call me a minute later just to tell me you not, I'm humiliated I'm in a room with a parent that I don't barely know Some lady in the corner watching us, while she taking notes I don't get it dad, don't you want to watch your baby boy grow? I guess that ***** is more important, all you have to say is no But you won't do it will you? You gon' keep drinking 'til the ***** kills you I know you gone but I can still feel you Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me here? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Oh, Hey I got this picture in my room and it kills me But I don't need a picture of my dad, I need the real thing Now a relationship is something we won't ever have Why do I feel like I lost something that I never had? You shoulda been there when I graduated Told me you love me and congratulations Instead you left me at the window waiting Where you at dad? I was too young to understand where you at huh? Yeah, I know that alcohol  got you held captive I can see it in your eyes, its got your mind captured Some say it's fun to get the high but I am not laughing What you don't realise and what you not grasping That I was nothing but a kid who couldn't understand I ain't gon' say that I forgive you cause it hasn't happened I thought that maybe I feel better as time passes If you really cared for me, then where you at then? Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Hey Our last conversation, you and I sat in the living room Playing our video games, you started slurring and I broke down in front of you You started crying, telling me this isn't you Couple weeks later, guess you were singing a different tune You Drank that ***** for the last time, didn't you? It took you from me once, guess It came back to finish you Crying my eyes out in the studio is difficult Music is the only place that I can go to speak to you It took everything inside of me to not scream at your funeral Sitting in my chair, that person talking was pitiful I wish you were here dad but every time I picture you All I feel is pain, I hate the way I remember you They found you on the floor, I could tell that you felt hollow Gave everything you had plus your life to those jack bottles You gave everything you had plus your life to them jack bottles Don't know if you hear me or not, but if you still watching why Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Hey
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
Jacktorrance
Why would you leave me
How could you leave me so unexpected? I was waiting, I was waiting For you but you just left me I needed you, I needed you Yo, I don't know what it's like to be addicted to ***** But I do know what it's like to be a witness it kills You told me you love me, I'm thinking this isn't real I think of you when I get a whiff of that cigarette smell, yeah Welcome to the bottom of hell They say pain is a prison, let me out of my cell You say you proud of me, but you don't know me that well Sit in my room, tears running down my face and I yell Into my pillowcases, you say you coming to get me Then call me a minute later just to tell me you not, I'm humiliated I'm in a room with a parent that I don't barely know Some lady in the corner watching us, while she taking notes I don't get it dad, don't you want to watch your baby boy grow? I guess that ***** is more important, all you have to say is no But you won't do it will you? You gon' keep drinking 'til the ***** kills you I know you gone but I can still feel you Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me here? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Oh, Hey I got this picture in my room and it kills me But I don't need a picture of my dad, I need the real thing Now a relationship is something we won't ever have Why do I feel like I lost something that I never had? You shoulda been there when I graduated Told me you love me and congratulations Instead you left me at the window waiting Where you at dad? I was too young to understand where you at huh? Yeah, I know that alcohol  got you held captive I can see it in your eyes, its got your mind captured Some say it's fun to get the high but I am not laughing What you don't realise and what you not grasping That I was nothing but a kid who couldn't understand I ain't gon' say that I forgive you cause it hasn't happened I thought that maybe I feel better as time passes If you really cared for me, then where you at then? Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Hey Our last conversation, you and I sat in the living room Playing our video games, you started slurring and I broke down in front of you You started crying, telling me this isn't you Couple weeks later, guess you were singing a different tune You Drank that ***** for the last time, didn't you? It took you from me once, guess It came back to finish you Crying my eyes out in the studio is difficult Music is the only place that I can go to speak to you It took everything inside of me to not scream at your funeral Sitting in my chair, that person talking was pitiful I wish you were here dad but every time I picture you All I feel is pain, I hate the way I remember you They found you on the floor, I could tell that you felt hollow Gave everything you had plus your life to those jack bottles You gave everything you had plus your life to them jack bottles Don't know if you hear me or not, but if you still watching why Why would you leave me? Why would you leave me? How could you leave me here? How would you leave me? Why would you leave me? Hey
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You might be driving a McLaren, But if you're fully bearded And your name is Mohammed, Darling it ain't gon' happen
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
beatriz
My Dubai
You might be driving a McLaren, But if you're fully bearded And your name is Mohammed, Darling it ain't gon' happen
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Verse 1 (Honey ******* ***** I'm Honey ******* bout to bring em some pain. All my haters like a choir, they all singin my name. Ain't got a heart for a broad that's the rule of the game. Now you a fool if you aim. Ill put a tool to ya brain. I'm bout to get it and spend it. If I said it, I meant it. #FuckYoFeelings. Taste my weapon. Act like a ***** Ill raise your blessings YOW You are not familiar with me. If you come makin a move, ***** yo visitor me Verse 2 (Tyga): Its that drop top phenom chop. All gold rolly top. **** yo fans, **** a cop. All my ******* Betty bop. Betty boop, ******* out. Gangsta **** punch you in yo mouth. ***** I don't know what you talkin bout. Flossin now you need dentist now Augh AUGH **** around and Rodney King the beat. Bout that war like Vietnamese. Feelin froggy ***** leap. I'm that ***** you obsolete. I'm in that game you know P-T R-E-C My Swa A-G. Only way you copying me ***** Augh Verse 3 (Honey ******* Asian ***** on another degree. Give me some space, move out my place, ***** I'm just tryna breath. Now if you, see me around your way don't holler at me. I just can't waste all my time cuz I be eatin these beats. Listen you rats here just a captain me. You ain't me homie you just act like me. Well you should watch yo actions please. Cuz there might be some casualties Augh augh They about to witness it. Last Kings but I'm still on my Queen **** SCHWAG Verse 4 (Tyga): Aim aim at yo membrane just for sayin I'm insane and your girl give me neck, Hang man. I ain't playin, I never did lie. Lay around and open yo thighs ****** gon pop like fish gonna fry Nggas talkin greasy like the sh*t got slide WOW High 5. Clap yo face. Change yo disguise, I work hard for the money. Money don't ever come in yo life. A ******* right. When you lie, everybody wanna be just like. Middle finger to the middle of yo eyes. Young young Ty T-Raw need a Heisman Aaaahh
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
Bunhead17
Heisman
Verse 1 (Honey ******* ***** I'm Honey ******* bout to bring em some pain. All my haters like a choir, they all singin my name. Ain't got a heart for a broad that's the rule of the game. Now you a fool if you aim. Ill put a tool to ya brain. I'm bout to get it and spend it. If I said it, I meant it. #FuckYoFeelings. Taste my weapon. Act like a ***** Ill raise your blessings YOW You are not familiar with me. If you come makin a move, ***** yo visitor me Verse 2 (Tyga): Its that drop top phenom chop. All gold rolly top. **** yo fans, **** a cop. All my ******* Betty bop. Betty boop, ******* out. Gangsta **** punch you in yo mouth. ***** I don't know what you talkin bout. Flossin now you need dentist now Augh AUGH **** around and Rodney King the beat. Bout that war like Vietnamese. Feelin froggy ***** leap. I'm that ***** you obsolete. I'm in that game you know P-T R-E-C My Swa A-G. Only way you copying me ***** Augh Verse 3 (Honey ******* Asian ***** on another degree. Give me some space, move out my place, ***** I'm just tryna breath. Now if you, see me around your way don't holler at me. I just can't waste all my time cuz I be eatin these beats. Listen you rats here just a captain me. You ain't me homie you just act like me. Well you should watch yo actions please. Cuz there might be some casualties Augh augh They about to witness it. Last Kings but I'm still on my Queen **** SCHWAG Verse 4 (Tyga): Aim aim at yo membrane just for sayin I'm insane and your girl give me neck, Hang man. I ain't playin, I never did lie. Lay around and open yo thighs ****** gon pop like fish gonna fry Nggas talkin greasy like the sh*t got slide WOW High 5. Clap yo face. Change yo disguise, I work hard for the money. Money don't ever come in yo life. A ******* right. When you lie, everybody wanna be just like. Middle finger to the middle of yo eyes. Young young Ty T-Raw need a Heisman Aaaahh
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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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we see the world as a whole we talk to others like to poles I'm sitting aside you just like a tree let me tell you som'n, do you agree? My entire life is all about me my mom, my dad, my friends, I, Be! since I'm the stack of body parts I consider this world like my heart the sun will shine as doubt will grow I aint gon lie, my sun's my eyes the more i see the less doubt be and when my eyes roll out and blow I stop and stare, seeing the lies that was allowing all doubts to be human interactions are contradictory because heart and brain are different history my heart for humans will always be bold my brain for its knowledge will never be sold so the reason of that contradiction is that we're doing things in the wrong direction putting our heart in interactions brainy analyse the human nations once we've flipped it 90 degree human interactions will finally be free. I see children as my fingers and veteran as my toes the latter have the wisdom so I keep them at the bottom so I can stand tall like Heroes. Children are important so i teach them daily I keep them accurate and let them work freely for they are the essence of things that most matters TV news are useless so i'll say they are my poops commercial aren't that far cuz they are my farts one cannot live without them both they are 2 essential parts of the social oligo-elements, a tiny lil portion or oops! know yourself and you'll know the world cuz each body parts is a fraction of the herd I think I'm talking too much you are already too tired I'll leave you with emptyness cuz that's what got me inspired
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
mario-shamir-lebeau
Body Parts
we see the world as a whole we talk to others like to poles I'm sitting aside you just like a tree let me tell you som'n, do you agree? My entire life is all about me my mom, my dad, my friends, I, Be! since I'm the stack of body parts I consider this world like my heart the sun will shine as doubt will grow I aint gon lie, my sun's my eyes the more i see the less doubt be and when my eyes roll out and blow I stop and stare, seeing the lies that was allowing all doubts to be human interactions are contradictory because heart and brain are different history my heart for humans will always be bold my brain for its knowledge will never be sold so the reason of that contradiction is that we're doing things in the wrong direction putting our heart in interactions brainy analyse the human nations once we've flipped it 90 degree human interactions will finally be free. I see children as my fingers and veteran as my toes the latter have the wisdom so I keep them at the bottom so I can stand tall like Heroes. Children are important so i teach them daily I keep them accurate and let them work freely for they are the essence of things that most matters TV news are useless so i'll say they are my poops commercial aren't that far cuz they are my farts one cannot live without them both they are 2 essential parts of the social oligo-elements, a tiny lil portion or oops! know yourself and you'll know the world cuz each body parts is a fraction of the herd I think I'm talking too much you are already too tired I'll leave you with emptyness cuz that's what got me inspired
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I used to be grateful for many things but not for everything. I was self taught to take every lost I had on the chin. Before there was an “all ten.” “Many men.” I had dark days, felt like I wouldn’t win again. Learned blessings and lessons, I bought it all in. Investing on myself so I’m not giving in. Told my daddy we gon eat good again. After I return again, I might have to sin. So I cry that I’m grateful for everything. Cry for my block because we never got one ring. I stayed in the trap but in my head still heaven sings. So I’ll remain grateful. Thank God that my plate’s full. My past life distasteful. Running fast like sonic, not understanding getting rings. God showed me I can come from many things. He pulled me up said, I can’t go for anything. Even though my plate’s full, I stopped complaining because I’m grateful. Even though my plate’s full, I realized it’s everything that I’ve prayed for. Be careful what you wish for. Even when I return, I’m grateful. Died once, I’m grateful. Past life, distasteful. Til I return, I’m grateful.
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Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 8:55 AM UTC
therealAmodreBolden
Grateful (Until I Return)
I used to be grateful for many things but not for everything. I was self taught to take every lost I had on the chin. Before there was an “all ten.” “Many men.” I had dark days, felt like I wouldn’t win again. Learned blessings and lessons, I bought it all in. Investing on myself so I’m not giving in. Told my daddy we gon eat good again. After I return again, I might have to sin. So I cry that I’m grateful for everything. Cry for my block because we never got one ring. I stayed in the trap but in my head still heaven sings. So I’ll remain grateful. Thank God that my plate’s full. My past life distasteful. Running fast like sonic, not understanding getting rings. God showed me I can come from many things. He pulled me up said, I can’t go for anything. Even though my plate’s full, I stopped complaining because I’m grateful. Even though my plate’s full, I realized it’s everything that I’ve prayed for. Be careful what you wish for. Even when I return, I’m grateful. Died once, I’m grateful. Past life, distasteful. Til I return, I’m grateful.
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A yo Shawty, You is lookin fine, fine, fine Humph Like a crisp hundred dollar bill on da sidewalk Found between paychecks. Fine. Lookin like that Queen off in my dreams So I be real when I step to you Wussup, whut yo name is, whus yo phone number? A yo Shawty, If I gotta, I’m a steal you from somebody. I mean some ***** gon be ****** Cuz you gon be my special dish Shawty ya look good Got those legs that Mad David Ruffin not too proud to beg. I wann know whut’s behind those eyes that hypnotize. Whut’s in yo head? A yo Shawty, Is you gotta mind to go wit yo Fine, fine, fine, super fine *** I see you got class. Physical beauty surpass Named after a month cuz the thought of you last For mo days than the rains of Noah God couldn’t destroy this place ‘til he made yo face I’m down fo the chase let’s run dis race. A yo Shawty Yeah you Tongue ring and accessories Make me wanna catch yo disease I wanna inhale what you exhale Taste whut you smell My idea of Hell is you not by my side A yo Shawty I shall provide That fire fo you to ride I ain’t givin you no cheese But together we can make Swiss cheese, American and cheddar In memory of you no falsified lines That month befo summer and at de end of spring A yo Shawty Let’s get togever and do da right thing. Like a fat *** Spike Lee Joint Roll up dat bubonic sticky green chronic And let’s pull together Get close like crystal when we toast Every anniversary Cristol in the crystal We boast that I’m yours and you is mine A yo Shawty You lookin Fine, fine, fine. Hmph. Like a crisp hundred dollar bill on da sidewalk Found between paychecks. Fine.
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
lytrell-howard
A Yo Shawty
A yo Shawty, You is lookin fine, fine, fine Humph Like a crisp hundred dollar bill on da sidewalk Found between paychecks. Fine. Lookin like that Queen off in my dreams So I be real when I step to you Wussup, whut yo name is, whus yo phone number? A yo Shawty, If I gotta, I’m a steal you from somebody. I mean some ***** gon be ****** Cuz you gon be my special dish Shawty ya look good Got those legs that Mad David Ruffin not too proud to beg. I wann know whut’s behind those eyes that hypnotize. Whut’s in yo head? A yo Shawty, Is you gotta mind to go wit yo Fine, fine, fine, super fine *** I see you got class. Physical beauty surpass Named after a month cuz the thought of you last For mo days than the rains of Noah God couldn’t destroy this place ‘til he made yo face I’m down fo the chase let’s run dis race. A yo Shawty Yeah you Tongue ring and accessories Make me wanna catch yo disease I wanna inhale what you exhale Taste whut you smell My idea of Hell is you not by my side A yo Shawty I shall provide That fire fo you to ride I ain’t givin you no cheese But together we can make Swiss cheese, American and cheddar In memory of you no falsified lines That month befo summer and at de end of spring A yo Shawty Let’s get togever and do da right thing. Like a fat *** Spike Lee Joint Roll up dat bubonic sticky green chronic And let’s pull together Get close like crystal when we toast Every anniversary Cristol in the crystal We boast that I’m yours and you is mine A yo Shawty You lookin Fine, fine, fine. Hmph. Like a crisp hundred dollar bill on da sidewalk Found between paychecks. Fine.
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Press Play It's about time that I got into the action, A little bit of flawless and now we got traction. Player one and I'm feeling like a MC, Onto the next arc with new opportunities. RGB, I'm gonna light up the industry, Fresh new world, yeah that **** was built into me. Yeah, I'm not one to come and act all cynical, I got a crew behind me, Repping art so lyrical. So, this wasn't a miracle, We put in the work, Now we headed past the pinnacle. And this is just the prologue, Just the beginning. Even though we been at it, We gon' keep on winning. Look out for name on the web, And here's where I said. So, when they picturize my story They'll know I meant it.
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Dec 11, 2022
Dec 11, 2022 at 11:27 PM UTC
SymphonyOfSilence
Game On
Press Play It's about time that I got into the action, A little bit of flawless and now we got traction. Player one and I'm feeling like a MC, Onto the next arc with new opportunities. RGB, I'm gonna light up the industry, Fresh new world, yeah that **** was built into me. Yeah, I'm not one to come and act all cynical, I got a crew behind me, Repping art so lyrical. So, this wasn't a miracle, We put in the work, Now we headed past the pinnacle. And this is just the prologue, Just the beginning. Even though we been at it, We gon' keep on winning. Look out for name on the web, And here's where I said. So, when they picturize my story They'll know I meant it.
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There's nothing like running your fingers through wheat as you take a footpath through the farmer's field especially in the dead of night when the silence speaks volumes Though I wouldn't know 'cus I'm a city boy I always say a life better lived on the road less travelled clearly wasn't for me Cloudy days and cloudy apple cider go hand in hand with hand rolled cigarettes and unread messages and a qwerty keyboard Things are gon' get better things better get gone have I neglected my writing or has my writing neglected me Thoughts are just electricity surging through your brain tiny little electrical impulses molecules and whooshy stuff I could do with some of that
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
finley-pietersen
Electric Thoughts (whooshy stuff)
There's nothing like running your fingers through wheat as you take a footpath through the farmer's field especially in the dead of night when the silence speaks volumes Though I wouldn't know 'cus I'm a city boy I always say a life better lived on the road less travelled clearly wasn't for me Cloudy days and cloudy apple cider go hand in hand with hand rolled cigarettes and unread messages and a qwerty keyboard Things are gon' get better things better get gone have I neglected my writing or has my writing neglected me Thoughts are just electricity surging through your brain tiny little electrical impulses molecules and whooshy stuff I could do with some of that
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"either tears or blood,either way a flower grows atop the burial, its gon' take a lot to ease her mind but she not scared of you, all she want is money and a man to live in her virtue, don't call her *** and walk off mad , don't know her story dude, she make you feel like king if you treat her right, wsh clothes , cook and clean just like her momma side, lexi in the kitchen with the chitlins and the pies, you gon' need a woman like that on your side." 😍 Read full Poem in Link & Be Sure To Ad Click to Support The Blog! 😍 © abpoetry2021 🔥 https://arcassinpoetry.blogspot.com/2021/04/lexi-in-kitchen.html
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 5:58 PM UTC
arcassin-burnham
"lexi in the kitchen"
"either tears or blood,either way a flower grows atop the burial, its gon' take a lot to ease her mind but she not scared of you, all she want is money and a man to live in her virtue, don't call her *** and walk off mad , don't know her story dude, she make you feel like king if you treat her right, wsh clothes , cook and clean just like her momma side, lexi in the kitchen with the chitlins and the pies, you gon' need a woman like that on your side." 😍 Read full Poem in Link & Be Sure To Ad Click to Support The Blog! 😍 © abpoetry2021 🔥 https://arcassinpoetry.blogspot.com/2021/04/lexi-in-kitchen.html
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"Great Scott" Like Lucas and Nathan Y'all ain't perfect but you're trying Relying on something other than your name to take you far... You're a star But let you shine diminish as each person you thought you were close to, Tarnishes what you hold dear No fear sweetheart, No fear Claim what is yours Speak loudly and proudly So that the haters hear Let them know you're here And that nothing can stop you... --- Back to the drawing board Or better yet back to this blank canvas familiar and inviting and yet I can’t help but wonder how these words will create an image I guess there ain’t no better way to find out but to move onward --- How ‘bout we search for some meaning A little substance from the soul I mean maybe I can’t sing but I bet you gon’ feel this I’m just tryna be the realest give my people something relatable and also a fragment of me writing about what I see or what might be the hopes and dreams of a child in this restless city gazing upon the night sky pondering on his life’s importance in comparison to the billions of stars that shine bright could he possibly one day emit light? give direction to those who might’ve lost sight could he scheme up a dream as big as Martin did and if so, would he reach the masses? because lord knows in the days we live in we need hope but how does one cope when hundreds of thousands of lives are being taken by dope or foots of rope we’ve lost our way a country that once proclaimed to be best now stands on its last legs and the people we elect to govern us continue to dig us deeper into this hole have we nothing left to show?
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Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
jimmy-desire
Country Club Scribbles
"Great Scott" Like Lucas and Nathan Y'all ain't perfect but you're trying Relying on something other than your name to take you far... You're a star But let you shine diminish as each person you thought you were close to, Tarnishes what you hold dear No fear sweetheart, No fear Claim what is yours Speak loudly and proudly So that the haters hear Let them know you're here And that nothing can stop you... --- Back to the drawing board Or better yet back to this blank canvas familiar and inviting and yet I can’t help but wonder how these words will create an image I guess there ain’t no better way to find out but to move onward --- How ‘bout we search for some meaning A little substance from the soul I mean maybe I can’t sing but I bet you gon’ feel this I’m just tryna be the realest give my people something relatable and also a fragment of me writing about what I see or what might be the hopes and dreams of a child in this restless city gazing upon the night sky pondering on his life’s importance in comparison to the billions of stars that shine bright could he possibly one day emit light? give direction to those who might’ve lost sight could he scheme up a dream as big as Martin did and if so, would he reach the masses? because lord knows in the days we live in we need hope but how does one cope when hundreds of thousands of lives are being taken by dope or foots of rope we’ve lost our way a country that once proclaimed to be best now stands on its last legs and the people we elect to govern us continue to dig us deeper into this hole have we nothing left to show?
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OluwaFisayomi my inamorata If ever two were one, then surely we are. If ever I love you dreamboat, yes I am’ I prized my love more than the whole mines of gold, And all the wealth that the rich does hold’ My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor like a recommended lens’ Our love for each other is clear, that no man can repay. The heavens reward our truthfulness, I pray. Then while we live in love let’s serve God, That when we live no more, we live forever up’ Where are the stars that show us to our love, And we gon’ live our whole young old lives away In the joys of a living God’ Your body and soul are divine, With a lovely fragrant with heavenly wine’ So kiss me Temi with your cold dry lips, So I can hold you tight and sing you hymns’ Not what you think, but give me the love that so free please’ To my one and honey dreamboat
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
LearnfromBOB
My dreamboat
OluwaFisayomi my inamorata If ever two were one, then surely we are. If ever I love you dreamboat, yes I am’ I prized my love more than the whole mines of gold, And all the wealth that the rich does hold’ My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor like a recommended lens’ Our love for each other is clear, that no man can repay. The heavens reward our truthfulness, I pray. Then while we live in love let’s serve God, That when we live no more, we live forever up’ Where are the stars that show us to our love, And we gon’ live our whole young old lives away In the joys of a living God’ Your body and soul are divine, With a lovely fragrant with heavenly wine’ So kiss me Temi with your cold dry lips, So I can hold you tight and sing you hymns’ Not what you think, but give me the love that so free please’ To my one and honey dreamboat
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**** that **** This is poetry now. Can you say it isn’t real? Can you say my lowbrow barbaric mind doesn’t express itself? Can you tell me these words aren’t art? **** that. This outcry is whats comin next. Them burnt cars and bullet scars, ***** boots and tittie bars, forget to bathe, **** the shave, my pillow case is made of pave-ment, twenty years late on that first pay-ment. I asked the question but got delay-ment, on what the **** has this all meant? My colours just distract, them smiles just an act- you think I’m tokin and ******* and happy go-lucking, ***** im drowning in the bills I haven’t even seen yet, throwin off the debts as the horse that rolls the best bet, and don’t forget, every second you lay down to lie them eyes and theorize, youre just getten burglarized, want a burger and fries? Twenty years off your life- oh and the change too. Twenty seven ninety-five, thirteen plus the years I’ll spend, locked up with nothing to tend, no garden, no fruit, no love to loot, no wide eyes to fill and no breeze to shoot, just a chain gain filling my ***** with soot, stabbing by the next poor guy, jabbing by that suit and tie, the key is not to fit it right- so that every turn reminds who you belong to. And this is what I wanna do? Hold up- I pay for that **** Now I understand suicide you nihilistic gits, taking hits while the rest picks up the bits and the red runs the slits but no one sees the slip. Topsy turvy sliding down the grassy knoll, the heads tumble but the dough will never roll. No. Its busy ******* me in, me and my ilk, like me too much an *** to be thankful for robes of silk, mommy’s milk, eleventh hours and the stockpiles of the dowry. Soft as a baby, never ****** on the sour but the sweet, pink feet, earned on thin green sheet and the red as the man is beat, beaten and burned, turned spurned despite his age and whats learned. What is learned? If only I could tell you. We’s on the same track , don’t ask me whats gon spell true.
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:10 PM UTC
j-t-gaut
Unspoken Rant in a Library
**** that **** This is poetry now. Can you say it isn’t real? Can you say my lowbrow barbaric mind doesn’t express itself? Can you tell me these words aren’t art? **** that. This outcry is whats comin next. Them burnt cars and bullet scars, ***** boots and tittie bars, forget to bathe, **** the shave, my pillow case is made of pave-ment, twenty years late on that first pay-ment. I asked the question but got delay-ment, on what the **** has this all meant? My colours just distract, them smiles just an act- you think I’m tokin and ******* and happy go-lucking, ***** im drowning in the bills I haven’t even seen yet, throwin off the debts as the horse that rolls the best bet, and don’t forget, every second you lay down to lie them eyes and theorize, youre just getten burglarized, want a burger and fries? Twenty years off your life- oh and the change too. Twenty seven ninety-five, thirteen plus the years I’ll spend, locked up with nothing to tend, no garden, no fruit, no love to loot, no wide eyes to fill and no breeze to shoot, just a chain gain filling my ***** with soot, stabbing by the next poor guy, jabbing by that suit and tie, the key is not to fit it right- so that every turn reminds who you belong to. And this is what I wanna do? Hold up- I pay for that **** Now I understand suicide you nihilistic gits, taking hits while the rest picks up the bits and the red runs the slits but no one sees the slip. Topsy turvy sliding down the grassy knoll, the heads tumble but the dough will never roll. No. Its busy ******* me in, me and my ilk, like me too much an *** to be thankful for robes of silk, mommy’s milk, eleventh hours and the stockpiles of the dowry. Soft as a baby, never ****** on the sour but the sweet, pink feet, earned on thin green sheet and the red as the man is beat, beaten and burned, turned spurned despite his age and whats learned. What is learned? If only I could tell you. We’s on the same track , don’t ask me whats gon spell true.
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Ambitious Girl: Consider this my reiteration. I wanna read your books, and not just your looks. Knowing what you look like ; I wanna be in your space - but not so much that I interfere with your education. Let me say this, Congratulations on being the very best you could ever be. Putting priorities over everything, Miss couldn't get that coach cause tuition was due. & sallie was nagging for a payback. Sallie was nagging for a payback. And you paid that, plus tax. Miss made so many friends stepping with the sisters. whatever it is, I hope you pledge an existence that'll make your existence, persistent. Forever my queen, say you're listening... Look, I'm still talking . You love school but you're sick of Sally maybes . No *** , you're the lucky one because all your friends have babies. And you ain't slept , up thinking , tomorrow's that big test . Few of your friends stripping you don't judge em' though. You're insecure with your body so you like "forget it yo!" So, I put you on that pedestal, Girl I'm just saying your work ethic makes you edible. Me a freak? That's something that they will never know. Look, you're something they can never see; You overpower anything them other girls could ever be. Go ahead and prepare for class, hit me when you finish up. It's never too late, we'll celebrate soon as the grades come. Shout to them girls in the club with no relations between their professors . Yes sir, I propose a toast to them girls - that you offer them ones but they never let you. I love your ambition. Okay, shout out to them 4.0s and even 2.5s ; who signed up & failed but say "whatever , I tried." It's nothing to deny for having a strong mind, I'll make sure to keep you in mind. You're still someone I can ride with; dress up & get fly with. It's still something you provide , you never hide , that makes me wanna get inside . Look, ambition will define you, never worry about them hating chicks that wish to be just like you. My goal is to serenade you everyday with these verses until you no longer insecure, obscure and hurting . They gon know you; Chasing your dreams, instead of chasing what's in a dudes' jeans. And God blessed me with a lot of patience , but I ain't had none in a while - I need your AS(S)pirations . I love your aspirations! Ambitious Girl... Fourth generation.
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
EJPredeoux
"Ambitious Girl IV"
Ambitious Girl: Consider this my reiteration. I wanna read your books, and not just your looks. Knowing what you look like ; I wanna be in your space - but not so much that I interfere with your education. Let me say this, Congratulations on being the very best you could ever be. Putting priorities over everything, Miss couldn't get that coach cause tuition was due. & sallie was nagging for a payback. Sallie was nagging for a payback. And you paid that, plus tax. Miss made so many friends stepping with the sisters. whatever it is, I hope you pledge an existence that'll make your existence, persistent. Forever my queen, say you're listening... Look, I'm still talking . You love school but you're sick of Sally maybes . No *** , you're the lucky one because all your friends have babies. And you ain't slept , up thinking , tomorrow's that big test . Few of your friends stripping you don't judge em' though. You're insecure with your body so you like "forget it yo!" So, I put you on that pedestal, Girl I'm just saying your work ethic makes you edible. Me a freak? That's something that they will never know. Look, you're something they can never see; You overpower anything them other girls could ever be. Go ahead and prepare for class, hit me when you finish up. It's never too late, we'll celebrate soon as the grades come. Shout to them girls in the club with no relations between their professors . Yes sir, I propose a toast to them girls - that you offer them ones but they never let you. I love your ambition. Okay, shout out to them 4.0s and even 2.5s ; who signed up & failed but say "whatever , I tried." It's nothing to deny for having a strong mind, I'll make sure to keep you in mind. You're still someone I can ride with; dress up & get fly with. It's still something you provide , you never hide , that makes me wanna get inside . Look, ambition will define you, never worry about them hating chicks that wish to be just like you. My goal is to serenade you everyday with these verses until you no longer insecure, obscure and hurting . They gon know you; Chasing your dreams, instead of chasing what's in a dudes' jeans. And God blessed me with a lot of patience , but I ain't had none in a while - I need your AS(S)pirations . I love your aspirations! Ambitious Girl... Fourth generation.
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If I told you I killed myself at 16 would you believe me? Or just say "young Dougie is just miss behaving" slaving, as I am chained and serving society who is caving, and ask god for gifts that even he found entertaining...when a boy grows up his insides start changing and the tint of red in his heart dims and starts fading, he felt pain at its highest, experienced the attitude of a liar and seen 1st hand what it means when a "GOOD THING" just expires. He grows tired and tense while blood drips from his hand, broken glass on the floor... he punched the reflection of a man… who seems injustice and corrupt, always pushin his luck, and remains silent when addressed, he so easily erupts. Takin shots of big dreams with NyQuil in a cup, "good" imaginative girls around him, he's just too messed up...liquor doesn't help his mind, still stuck in a rut, and the shakes only means his temperatures gon up. You see the high in his eyes, where he constantly lies, never looks you in the face, just looks on the other side, one of a kind guy, never been a afraid to die, don't ask this guy why? Cause he will never reply. Communication he never lacked, he just speaks better over a track, Give him a pen, white paper, A smooth beat and watch him rap. And listen closely to his story, pay close attention to the facts, visualize all his words, And dissect his true meaning Of a brain dead poet who uses his pen filled of integrity with a pad made of dreaming. *Don't ask me to save your soul, or rescue your burning heart from a building... I'm no superhero, just a modern day fake EVIL villain...* -Dougie Simps
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
dougie-simps
"Fake Evil Villian"
If I told you I killed myself at 16 would you believe me? Or just say "young Dougie is just miss behaving" slaving, as I am chained and serving society who is caving, and ask god for gifts that even he found entertaining...when a boy grows up his insides start changing and the tint of red in his heart dims and starts fading, he felt pain at its highest, experienced the attitude of a liar and seen 1st hand what it means when a "GOOD THING" just expires. He grows tired and tense while blood drips from his hand, broken glass on the floor... he punched the reflection of a man… who seems injustice and corrupt, always pushin his luck, and remains silent when addressed, he so easily erupts. Takin shots of big dreams with NyQuil in a cup, "good" imaginative girls around him, he's just too messed up...liquor doesn't help his mind, still stuck in a rut, and the shakes only means his temperatures gon up. You see the high in his eyes, where he constantly lies, never looks you in the face, just looks on the other side, one of a kind guy, never been a afraid to die, don't ask this guy why? Cause he will never reply. Communication he never lacked, he just speaks better over a track, Give him a pen, white paper, A smooth beat and watch him rap. And listen closely to his story, pay close attention to the facts, visualize all his words, And dissect his true meaning Of a brain dead poet who uses his pen filled of integrity with a pad made of dreaming. *Don't ask me to save your soul, or rescue your burning heart from a building... I'm no superhero, just a modern day fake EVIL villain...* -Dougie Simps
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"I Need It" [Intro:] Turn it up, let me hear it Turn it up, let me hear it, Oh DUMB [Hook:] I need it up in my life Every night I get on my knees ask but Heaven ain't been speaking back (speaking back) I need it up in my life This goes out to every ghetto every project who know losing's not an option I need it up in my life (yeah) All this money cars and clothes You know I'm balling out control, on you hoes [Verse 1:] They attempt to label me inhumane I believe in God but not your God Last ***** got outta pocket on the wrong decor got broke off What the **** is up with these A&Rs; "I Need It" [Intro:] Turn it up, let me hear it Turn it up, let me hear it, Oh DUMB [Hook:] I need it up in my life Every night I get on my knees ask but Heaven ain't been speaking back (speaking back) I need it up in my life This goes out to every ghetto every project who know losing's not an option I need it up in my life (yeah) All this money cars and clothes You know I'm balling out control, on you hoes [Verse 1:] They attempt to label me inhumane I believe in God but not your God Last ***** got outta pocket on the wrong decor got broke off What the **** is up with these A&Rs; Criticizing music they can't make Poking fun at my struggles I don't find **** funny I live in places that ain't safe 2008 I got my leg blown off Any given day could get my head blown off Rest in peace to Tyree Edwards Bullet in his head got his head blown off Tried school was a great kid Academically I excelled in it Grew up poor got teased a lot Cause my school clothes had a smell in 'em Same shirt four weeks straight On the block grinding, got sales in 'em Juvenile detention my case worker said I might be headed for a crash course No father figure role models up in prison all my jump shots hit the back board Head-on collision, not watching while I'm steering No air bag, head hit the dash board [Hook] [Verse 2:] Approaching me and wanna shoot the **** But pretend as if they're here to help Gates Behind my back in front of label heads Saying "Kevin just won't cooperate" Missed flights, showing up late I live life didn't rap about it No time to live, my time for them How the **** I'm gon' rap about it Speak the truth or rap around it And in a wrap around I rapped about it Tragic ending for some family members In heaven sitting wishing I was with them Instead I'm stuck in this hell on earth With pretend friends who think of ways to get me Couple ****** I loaned money Said they got me and never get me Tell a ***** no I'm never guilty Still ain't got no guilty feeling Always telling me what I should do different But can't explain why they ain't winning My own blood just turned against me In disbelief I'm like "not true" Devastated, got caught off guard When I seen the switch I'm like "not you"Criticizing music they can't make Poking fun at my struggles I don't find **** funny I live in places that ain't safe 2008 I got my leg blown off Any given day could get my head blown off Rest in peace to Tyree Edwards Bullet in his head got his head blown off Tried school was a great kid Academically I excelled in it Grew up poor got teased a lot Cause my school clothes had a smell in 'em Same shirt four weeks straight On the block grinding, got sales in 'em Juvenile detention my case worker said I might be headed for a crash course No father figure role models up in prison all my jump shots hit the back board Head-on collision, not watching while I'm Steering no air bag, head hit the dash board [Hook] [Verse 2:] Approaching me and wanna shoot the **** But pretend as if they're here to help Gates Behind my back in front of label heads Saying "Kevin just won't cooperate" Missed flights, showing up late I live life didn't rap about it No time to live, my time for them How the **** I'm gon' rap about it Speak the truth or rap around it And in a wrap around I rapped about it Tragic ending for some family members In heaven sitting wishing I was with them Instead I'm stuck in this hell on earth With pretend friends who think of ways to Get me couple ****** I loaned money Said they got me and never get me Tell a ***** no I'm never guilty Still ain't got no guilty feeling Always telling me what I should do different But can't explain why they ain't winning My own blood just turned against me In disbelief I'm like "not true" Devastated, got caught off guard When I seen the switch I'm like "not you"
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
HeartBroken76
Kevin Gates - I Need It
"I Need It" [Intro:] Turn it up, let me hear it Turn it up, let me hear it, Oh DUMB [Hook:] I need it up in my life Every night I get on my knees ask but Heaven ain't been speaking back (speaking back) I need it up in my life This goes out to every ghetto every project who know losing's not an option I need it up in my life (yeah) All this money cars and clothes You know I'm balling out control, on you hoes [Verse 1:] They attempt to label me inhumane I believe in God but not your God Last ***** got outta pocket on the wrong decor got broke off What the **** is up with these A&Rs; "I Need It" [Intro:] Turn it up, let me hear it Turn it up, let me hear it, Oh DUMB [Hook:] I need it up in my life Every night I get on my knees ask but Heaven ain't been speaking back (speaking back) I need it up in my life This goes out to every ghetto every project who know losing's not an option I need it up in my life (yeah) All this money cars and clothes You know I'm balling out control, on you hoes [Verse 1:] They attempt to label me inhumane I believe in God but not your God Last ***** got outta pocket on the wrong decor got broke off What the **** is up with these A&Rs; Criticizing music they can't make Poking fun at my struggles I don't find **** funny I live in places that ain't safe 2008 I got my leg blown off Any given day could get my head blown off Rest in peace to Tyree Edwards Bullet in his head got his head blown off Tried school was a great kid Academically I excelled in it Grew up poor got teased a lot Cause my school clothes had a smell in 'em Same shirt four weeks straight On the block grinding, got sales in 'em Juvenile detention my case worker said I might be headed for a crash course No father figure role models up in prison all my jump shots hit the back board Head-on collision, not watching while I'm steering No air bag, head hit the dash board [Hook] [Verse 2:] Approaching me and wanna shoot the **** But pretend as if they're here to help Gates Behind my back in front of label heads Saying "Kevin just won't cooperate" Missed flights, showing up late I live life didn't rap about it No time to live, my time for them How the **** I'm gon' rap about it Speak the truth or rap around it And in a wrap around I rapped about it Tragic ending for some family members In heaven sitting wishing I was with them Instead I'm stuck in this hell on earth With pretend friends who think of ways to get me Couple ****** I loaned money Said they got me and never get me Tell a ***** no I'm never guilty Still ain't got no guilty feeling Always telling me what I should do different But can't explain why they ain't winning My own blood just turned against me In disbelief I'm like "not true" Devastated, got caught off guard When I seen the switch I'm like "not you"Criticizing music they can't make Poking fun at my struggles I don't find **** funny I live in places that ain't safe 2008 I got my leg blown off Any given day could get my head blown off Rest in peace to Tyree Edwards Bullet in his head got his head blown off Tried school was a great kid Academically I excelled in it Grew up poor got teased a lot Cause my school clothes had a smell in 'em Same shirt four weeks straight On the block grinding, got sales in 'em Juvenile detention my case worker said I might be headed for a crash course No father figure role models up in prison all my jump shots hit the back board Head-on collision, not watching while I'm Steering no air bag, head hit the dash board [Hook] [Verse 2:] Approaching me and wanna shoot the **** But pretend as if they're here to help Gates Behind my back in front of label heads Saying "Kevin just won't cooperate" Missed flights, showing up late I live life didn't rap about it No time to live, my time for them How the **** I'm gon' rap about it Speak the truth or rap around it And in a wrap around I rapped about it Tragic ending for some family members In heaven sitting wishing I was with them Instead I'm stuck in this hell on earth With pretend friends who think of ways to Get me couple ****** I loaned money Said they got me and never get me Tell a ***** no I'm never guilty Still ain't got no guilty feeling Always telling me what I should do different But can't explain why they ain't winning My own blood just turned against me In disbelief I'm like "not true" Devastated, got caught off guard When I seen the switch I'm like "not you"
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Yeah life is a hater And the world is too But they defied their own nature When they blessed me with you
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC
ashatan-tee
Haters Gon' Hate
Yeah life is a hater And the world is too But they defied their own nature When they blessed me with you
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Now sit there, just a minute, hold on, hear my tale for just a minute. One of humanity, sincerity, tragedy Of when I was there, live from the square. Jackson Square. Not the one of Coin Coin, the Nevilles, the Toussaints, Allen or L’Overture. This is one of a momma and her baby in 2008. Three years, three years, three years after the flood, three years after the storm. Let me paint you a picture of Orleans as it stood one day in 2008 as it stands today. 2008, NewOrleans: What happens here, no one will remember in the morning. The buskers, the tunes, why, even the voodoos get the blues. Walking towards Bourbon The lights, the sin, the history New Orleans, where life ain't so easy. There’s a family down there who don't survive so peacefully. You can see them if you walk down Canal St., leisurely. There, sleeping on the courthouse stairs, A mother and her child who own only the clothes they wear. The boy was young, elementary-aged Curious too, I could hear him ask questions: "Mama, why don't we got food?" And her reply, "Son, that's just the way it is, life's just hard for me and you." Sitting there on the courthouse stairs. I take my place on the opposite side of the stoop, Watching the crowds go by. The women in their high-heeled shoes The men with their shirts half-open. Grenades in hand, ***** in the blood, Pockets full of cash and hearts full of lust New Orleans What happens there, no one will remember come morning. The buskers, the tunes, why, even the voodoos get the blues. There’s a family on vacation there In such a sinful city, a family. White, middle-class, suburban, all too WASP-y. mom, dad, a daughter and a son, elementary aged, with a pop in his cheerful step, On the way to a nice restaurant gon’ eat crawfish, gator, red beans and rice, jambalaya. They’ll forget to tip the waiter. New Orleans, What happens here, no one will remember come morning. That happy family, walking down Canal St. Like walking out the gates of hell Where the lost souls sit on the stairs Begging for something, anything at all The happy family had ‘bout reached the courthouse when the young boy asked "Daddy, why don't they have any food?" His father covered his son’s eyes with his white hand and replied, "Here son, let's go and find a toy for you to buy." And the kid shrank after seeing this mom and her son His innocent eyes died and he said, "I don't want a toy. I don't want anything" They walked on by, the happy boys' head turned the whole time, those eyes. Stuck on the family that was stuck on the stairs Mom dad, a daughter and a son, Elementary-aged with a slump in his sunken step. Now, in my mind I wonder: was it more monumental that my life changed or that a had life changed before my eyes New Orleans, two thousand and eight. New Orleans, today, what happens there, no one will remember come morning.
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Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC
colt
no one will remember
Now sit there, just a minute, hold on, hear my tale for just a minute. One of humanity, sincerity, tragedy Of when I was there, live from the square. Jackson Square. Not the one of Coin Coin, the Nevilles, the Toussaints, Allen or L’Overture. This is one of a momma and her baby in 2008. Three years, three years, three years after the flood, three years after the storm. Let me paint you a picture of Orleans as it stood one day in 2008 as it stands today. 2008, NewOrleans: What happens here, no one will remember in the morning. The buskers, the tunes, why, even the voodoos get the blues. Walking towards Bourbon The lights, the sin, the history New Orleans, where life ain't so easy. There’s a family down there who don't survive so peacefully. You can see them if you walk down Canal St., leisurely. There, sleeping on the courthouse stairs, A mother and her child who own only the clothes they wear. The boy was young, elementary-aged Curious too, I could hear him ask questions: "Mama, why don't we got food?" And her reply, "Son, that's just the way it is, life's just hard for me and you." Sitting there on the courthouse stairs. I take my place on the opposite side of the stoop, Watching the crowds go by. The women in their high-heeled shoes The men with their shirts half-open. Grenades in hand, ***** in the blood, Pockets full of cash and hearts full of lust New Orleans What happens there, no one will remember come morning. The buskers, the tunes, why, even the voodoos get the blues. There’s a family on vacation there In such a sinful city, a family. White, middle-class, suburban, all too WASP-y. mom, dad, a daughter and a son, elementary aged, with a pop in his cheerful step, On the way to a nice restaurant gon’ eat crawfish, gator, red beans and rice, jambalaya. They’ll forget to tip the waiter. New Orleans, What happens here, no one will remember come morning. That happy family, walking down Canal St. Like walking out the gates of hell Where the lost souls sit on the stairs Begging for something, anything at all The happy family had ‘bout reached the courthouse when the young boy asked "Daddy, why don't they have any food?" His father covered his son’s eyes with his white hand and replied, "Here son, let's go and find a toy for you to buy." And the kid shrank after seeing this mom and her son His innocent eyes died and he said, "I don't want a toy. I don't want anything" They walked on by, the happy boys' head turned the whole time, those eyes. Stuck on the family that was stuck on the stairs Mom dad, a daughter and a son, Elementary-aged with a slump in his sunken step. Now, in my mind I wonder: was it more monumental that my life changed or that a had life changed before my eyes New Orleans, two thousand and eight. New Orleans, today, what happens there, no one will remember come morning.
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