"gotz" poems - Hello Poetry

I gotz no life. I gotz no cash. All I got is these pimpin' hashtags #money #grill #dddddaaaamncheckoutdatfineassgirl

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May 11, 2014

May 11, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC

deanna

#Hashtag

I gotz no life. I gotz no cash. All I got is these pimpin' hashtags #money #grill #dddddaaaamncheckoutdatfineassgirl

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Revival of a revolutionary spirit What I represent? The Motherland of wisdom BLACK genesis Check the pyramids My heredity IS God-man manifest in the physical, And astral and mental Been mastered every plane of existence Whole civilizations who understood the Science of Living Tens of thousands of years before any 'westernized thinking' An enlightened people Way before colonialism How you gon bring democracy (now capitalism in disguise), To Afrika where it was invented? And dress ya pawns as 'appointed' leaders Devil oppressors Erased our culture, history, and identity Spiritual genocide by 'Willie Lynching' Karmically tied to these modern times I gotz to watch my temper Lost ONE, Who found refuge in the Buddha to be most skillful But what happened to my people? I just wona know My whole life, I was ashamed of being BLACK and didn't know it Guess it was sub-compartmental But through practice with experience Of accumulated virtue I shed dem old ethers And broke me down Psychological brick by brick and rebuilt me Na I'm ready for war

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Oct 1, 2020

Oct 1, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC

rynenberj

REBEL TALK PT.2

Revival of a revolutionary spirit What I represent? The Motherland of wisdom BLACK genesis Check the pyramids My heredity IS God-man manifest in the physical, And astral and mental Been mastered every plane of existence Whole civilizations who understood the Science of Living Tens of thousands of years before any 'westernized thinking' An enlightened people Way before colonialism How you gon bring democracy (now capitalism in disguise), To Afrika where it was invented? And dress ya pawns as 'appointed' leaders Devil oppressors Erased our culture, history, and identity Spiritual genocide by 'Willie Lynching' Karmically tied to these modern times I gotz to watch my temper Lost ONE, Who found refuge in the Buddha to be most skillful But what happened to my people? I just wona know My whole life, I was ashamed of being BLACK and didn't know it Guess it was sub-compartmental But through practice with experience Of accumulated virtue I shed dem old ethers And broke me down Psychological brick by brick and rebuilt me Na I'm ready for war

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got that ****** itch can be quite a ***** unwashed hair just don't care I gotz mad rhymes just call me KT rhymes ;)

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Oct 21, 2014

Oct 21, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC

banananas-bananas

KT Y

got that ****** itch can be quite a ***** unwashed hair just don't care I gotz mad rhymes just call me KT rhymes ;)

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brate be seven feet balkan handz yugo betrugo atm tear it off toni da serb rade belgrade brate be seven feet balkan dropkick es ist optik es ist kopffick we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish diz be the last day of yous ridiculous stay on this world last day of ya stay gimme your girl gimme da cash para be stammel du hammel ik fick dich he a sturdy kidic aber keine wichtig! come over and watch gimme some cash i'll cut ya head off yous trash ain't no madov ya know the code bro inspire me baby shorty now a sporty nach dieser feier gimme some raki my pantz be khaki benz like stasi you know the code joe gimme gimme gimme bibi bibi bibi ain't no real like the copy of a copy du opfer ich schneide deinen kopf ab eingeweide quill'n you gotz to chill we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish jacket originally stolen cevape and börek para and babas we don't care yeah life be quick touch my d##k rub my d##k life too quick energy months mothman ***** michael myers' titts hyper years feel me like an o.g. you know the code brate wenn ich deine fresse schlage yugo betrugo ebonics we got this yugo betrugo brate in die fresse pate we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish ain't nothing new check the views just one fu##in fan will burn ya jam hip hop colors flip flop mamas beach feelingz we need ringz: MASSIVE we need chainz: CUBAN LINK NECKLACE 1 KG CLASSIC

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Feb 18, 2020

Feb 18, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC

maxneumann

Parental Advisory / ADULT (CENSORED VERSION of "We So Yibbish" in EBONICS/GERMAN/YUGOSLANG)

brate be seven feet balkan handz yugo betrugo atm tear it off toni da serb rade belgrade brate be seven feet balkan dropkick es ist optik es ist kopffick we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish diz be the last day of yous ridiculous stay on this world last day of ya stay gimme your girl gimme da cash para be stammel du hammel ik fick dich he a sturdy kidic aber keine wichtig! come over and watch gimme some cash i'll cut ya head off yous trash ain't no madov ya know the code bro inspire me baby shorty now a sporty nach dieser feier gimme some raki my pantz be khaki benz like stasi you know the code joe gimme gimme gimme bibi bibi bibi ain't no real like the copy of a copy du opfer ich schneide deinen kopf ab eingeweide quill'n you gotz to chill we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish jacket originally stolen cevape and börek para and babas we don't care yeah life be quick touch my d##k rub my d##k life too quick energy months mothman ***** michael myers' titts hyper years feel me like an o.g. you know the code brate wenn ich deine fresse schlage yugo betrugo ebonics we got this yugo betrugo brate in die fresse pate we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish ain't nothing new check the views just one fu##in fan will burn ya jam hip hop colors flip flop mamas beach feelingz we need ringz: MASSIVE we need chainz: CUBAN LINK NECKLACE 1 KG CLASSIC

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tizzop is the lover of a single mother years ago tizzop knocked at our door nighttime the remains of day splattered across the floor when you think of tizzop: think of your last déjà vu and what you felt think of early immigration: the german belt tizzop: a combination of people lovin/people hatin' pride of a nation yet last letter standing in a poem without ending long time ago tizzop knocked at our door nighttime the remains of day splattered across the floor tizzop hungry; he asked for food while slowly taking his hat off to my mom; she delighted since she saw into the eyes of a warrior acting quite politely then tizzop fainted and fell on the floor obviously he was starving mom fried some chicken later at the table tizzop gobbled bonez'n'skin; the more i looked at tizzop's traits the way he moved his cheeks and chewed his food i sensed that we were kin nobody talked: familiar silence filled the room the more i looked at tizzop's bossy smile and his black teeth i was reminded of something like the déjà vu of a déjà vu strong connection between tizzop and me: he stayed at our place and soon became my brother little by little mom turned him into her lover wanted to **** him but didn't **** it this poem gotz to be hidden

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Nov 29, 2019

Nov 29, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC

maxneumann

The Story of Tizzop (Mom's Lover)

tizzop is the lover of a single mother years ago tizzop knocked at our door nighttime the remains of day splattered across the floor when you think of tizzop: think of your last déjà vu and what you felt think of early immigration: the german belt tizzop: a combination of people lovin/people hatin' pride of a nation yet last letter standing in a poem without ending long time ago tizzop knocked at our door nighttime the remains of day splattered across the floor tizzop hungry; he asked for food while slowly taking his hat off to my mom; she delighted since she saw into the eyes of a warrior acting quite politely then tizzop fainted and fell on the floor obviously he was starving mom fried some chicken later at the table tizzop gobbled bonez'n'skin; the more i looked at tizzop's traits the way he moved his cheeks and chewed his food i sensed that we were kin nobody talked: familiar silence filled the room the more i looked at tizzop's bossy smile and his black teeth i was reminded of something like the déjà vu of a déjà vu strong connection between tizzop and me: he stayed at our place and soon became my brother little by little mom turned him into her lover wanted to **** him but didn't **** it this poem gotz to be hidden

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I gotz no where to go and every way to get there!

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Mar 17, 2021

Mar 17, 2021 at 4:50 PM UTC

Goldentounge

here i

I gotz no where to go and every way to get there!

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here's my poem it's sad but true it's about a girl that i once knew she took my heart and ran away her name is runaway girl she refused to stay her lips made me... speechless. after she had left me i turned into a bird without wings i had turned into a bird that wasn't able to fly. so i'm asking you nina so i'm asking you poetess in front of all people on hello poetry in front of readers and poets: why did you abandon me after we had shared our most intimitate memories in a... **** i can't write anymore; but i gotz to my fingers shivering they gotta note down what's in my mind and in my soul you know. think about the small purple casket that enclosed our memories. we buried this casket under the pines, dem trees close to old jim's ranch. old jim who was abused as a child and to whom we related to. the very soil of our land has been drying out; flowers, plants and trees are dying, cause you are not here. we put our memories into the casket, you know? i hope you don't know. for sure. i hope you feel me instead of thinking about me. feel me. you told me once that your biggest enemy was your mind; that you want to feel instead of anticipating; and that your darkest secret might **** you one day. and then another day came, a certain day, when you finally told me your secret. i listened to you and your struggle became mine; i dashed away the sweaty hair from your forehead took you by the hand and brought you to our hiding place between the pines. and there you showed me, wordlessly, that you loved me... your love was in your eyes, baby: the same look my daughter gives me once in a while. we buried your secret, while a storm was raging and while the pines were bursting: i had to protect you from exploding trunks. we went home and made love like never before. it was indescribable. i can't tell you how i felt baby and don't have to cause we felt the same. the next morning i woke up, turned around and smelled your scent in the pillows; the imprint of your face was still on them. tiredly, i was looking at the disappearance of your silky face. i became unhappy and lonesome, like never before in my life.

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Jan 23, 2020

Jan 23, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC

maxneumann

Runaway Girl (Come Back To Me)

here's my poem it's sad but true it's about a girl that i once knew she took my heart and ran away her name is runaway girl she refused to stay her lips made me... speechless. after she had left me i turned into a bird without wings i had turned into a bird that wasn't able to fly. so i'm asking you nina so i'm asking you poetess in front of all people on hello poetry in front of readers and poets: why did you abandon me after we had shared our most intimitate memories in a... **** i can't write anymore; but i gotz to my fingers shivering they gotta note down what's in my mind and in my soul you know. think about the small purple casket that enclosed our memories. we buried this casket under the pines, dem trees close to old jim's ranch. old jim who was abused as a child and to whom we related to. the very soil of our land has been drying out; flowers, plants and trees are dying, cause you are not here. we put our memories into the casket, you know? i hope you don't know. for sure. i hope you feel me instead of thinking about me. feel me. you told me once that your biggest enemy was your mind; that you want to feel instead of anticipating; and that your darkest secret might **** you one day. and then another day came, a certain day, when you finally told me your secret. i listened to you and your struggle became mine; i dashed away the sweaty hair from your forehead took you by the hand and brought you to our hiding place between the pines. and there you showed me, wordlessly, that you loved me... your love was in your eyes, baby: the same look my daughter gives me once in a while. we buried your secret, while a storm was raging and while the pines were bursting: i had to protect you from exploding trunks. we went home and made love like never before. it was indescribable. i can't tell you how i felt baby and don't have to cause we felt the same. the next morning i woke up, turned around and smelled your scent in the pillows; the imprint of your face was still on them. tiredly, i was looking at the disappearance of your silky face. i became unhappy and lonesome, like never before in my life.

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