"gunnin" poems
romeo is bleeding but not so as you'd notice
he's over on 18hh street as usual
lookin' so hard
against the hood of his car
and puttin' out a cigarette in his hand
and for all the pachucos at the pumps
at romeros paint and body
they all seein' how far they can spit
well it was just another night
but how they're huddled in the brake lights
of a 58 belair
and listenin' to how romeo killed a sherrif his knife
and they all jump when they hear the sirens
but romeo just laughs
and says all the racket in the world
ain't never gonna save that coppers ***
he'll never see another summertime
for gunnin' down my brother
and leavin' him like a dog beneath a car without his knife
and romeo says hey man gimme a cigarette
and they all reach for their pack
and frankie lights it for him
and pats him on the back
and throws bottle at a milk truck
and as it breaks he grabs his nuts
and they all know they could be just like romeo
if they only had the guts
but romeo is bleeding
but nobody can tell
and he sings along with the radio with a bullet in his chest
and he combs back his fenders and they all agree its clear
that every thing is cool now that romeos here
but romeo is bleeding and he winces now and then
and he leans against the car doors
and feels the blood in his shoes
and someones crying in the phone booth at the 5 points by the store
romeo starts his engine and wipes the blood off the door
and he brodys through the signal
with the radio full blast
leavin' the boys there hikin' up there chinos
and they all try to stand like romeo
beneath the moon cut like a sickle
and they're talkin' now in spanish about there hero
but romeo is bleeding
as he gives the man his ticket
and he climbs to the balcony at the movies
and he'll die without a wimper
like every heros dream
just like an angel with a bullet
and cagney on the screen
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
This world is so broke
The earth wrapped in smoke,
So I rapped just to cope
Throw glow to a soul,
Gave birth to adapt to the rap then I show,
Embrace my worth to grow l, then I sew,
Puffing this smoke blow away the fake hope,
Chasing my dreams til my dreams come home,
Spitting venom every sentence from a tongue of deception,
I question their method of self protection,
Adding dimension to this world I'm cutting tension,
Need a new invention for a cure to this infection,
I'm punching through-a-void, empty noise destroys,
I'm clutching to annoy so sing a-pray-a-boys,
people roun' me acting koi, like false raid on Troy,
actuality boy, shine the pain hide the joy,
so when I look right in the mirror I know I see me,
again, I took flight trial and error my guarantee,
I live daydreams writing schemes to be alone,
wearing baggy jeans no clean t, no phone,
a drone, figurines no family tree tired to roam,
singular road, my brains so fuzzy I'm bout to implode,
I'm the youngen in the runnin out gunnin,
I'm the one that's becoming too cunning,
I see your bluffing but your mind is numbing,
fallen in the system, it's your homecoming,
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
I dreamt I awoke...in Woking...in England
"Woking", I thought, "you gotta be joking!
What was I doing, doin' here in Woking"
I felt like Dr. Who stepping out of the TARDIS
And all the people there they were all looking, they were all staring at me
It was like the whole world was gaping
As if...as if there was something to see
I wondered 'Had my mask fallen and was what they were now seeing, was it something appalling
Could they see the real me ?'
So I started running...runnin' 'cos I thought they were all gunning
Gunnin' out to get me
And I met this policeman, this burly constable
And I said to him "I didn't want to awaken in Woking at all
I just wanted to get back home"
He replied "The last train out of Woking had just gone"
So I ran on
And it started raining... raining and I was soaking... soakin'
Soakin' in Woking
Then I met this sweet little London gal
She said "Cor Blimey where you goin'"
I told her I didn't know...
I told her "Here in Woking I felt like I was choking, that all the walls they were closing in"
I said I'd just been dreaming...dreamin'
But what was the meaning... the meaning
And why had they put me here in Woking
What... what was the reason ?"
"Have you been drinking Love?" she said
"No!" I replied indignantly, "I haven't been drinking, I was just sleeping...sleepin'
But hadn't expected to awaken, to awaken here in Woking
I opened up to her a bit then, I said "Though I was getting older I was... I was always still hoping
But then suddenly I woke up and found myself here, here in Woking
What was it all about ?"
"You poor darling " she said
(For a moment Woking didn't seem so bad after all)
Then she reached into her purse and brought forth some coppers and offered them to me
I said "No! No! You don't understand... you don't understand...
I awakened from Woking a little after the morning had broken
Still in one piece and still with all my secrets intact
But sadly
Without any meaning nor any reason.
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 9:16 AM UTC
My gun is loaded
It's gettin time
Two shots of whiskey
I'm takin' what's mine
ain't what you're sayin
it's what you do
Your time has come boy
I'm gunnin for you
When hell is rainin down
You'll see my face, won't hear a sound
You'll feel that bullet burnin through
Take your last breath boy
I'm gunnin for you
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
Well there she goes again she's gunnin' her mouth again
I ain't really listenin
No not right now
Well there he goes again, Duke Ellington, got a strange feeling again
Rain puddles glistenin
Oh yes right now
I feel myself a-peekin up over some wall
Of stucco
I's strainin' my eyes but I can't see it all
The rain falls, she tells me where it hurts and I remember to love her just
before my love deserts
I'm almost on empty
Gas up we're movin on but now we're on a different song
Just as sad, little sweeter
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
im gunnin for it
the black come as you are
fertile yeses eyes wide
let's make something
my soul closed up
till my next lifetime becomes a has-been
big spaces kinda like me
and so i write them into being
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
See when you look at me
Tell me what you see
I bet you'll see the struggle in me
Enemies in envy
For no **** reason
Maybe its because .I'm still breathin'
Everyday its a ***** season
Hunt a brother shoot a brother
I'm confused cops makin' the news
But when my own **** they own
They pass the views
To world star
Ain't nothing but a trap
To see how ghetto you are
I look beyond that ********
Cuz I know the game
Done changed. I said it many a times
And when will we awake from the mentalities being capture
Lets kick back start a revolution
And inflict pain with catching laughter
Now I see that they don't like me
Critic me cuz I pity
The fool like Mr T my homies
Still roll with me on
The block packin' the glocks
It don't stop baby
My comraderie in position for these ******* to take a hittin'
Abusin' which side you choosin'?
The oppressor or be aggressor
Yes sir
I'll be the black Chavez
Pullin' up in my heavy chevy
Gunnin' with artillery
If I'm.stacked nice
Who could **** with me
Women to men joinin'
The revolution pistols is shootin'
Lightin' muthaphukka like it's Christmas check my diss list
Its goes from the president to the fuckin' ******* in the cabinet
White house ain't nothing but plantation
Different eras but same situations
I feel locked and shocked
Mentally and any
Got a problem with a slang my tools
Catch a slug a watch ya body drool
Naw don't hate cha it's just po nature
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
Sam Kentucket was the name
Of a man who lived in fame
For gunnin’ down the Germans
In East Norway
He hailed from North Mizzou
Joined the army in ‘forty-two
He left his childhood home
To join the crew
He learned how to shoot
Got a brand new pair of boots
Grew cold and dark
And mastered his salute
June six was the day
That the letter never came
From his darlin’ and lovin’ wife
Ms. Elizabeth Jane
He missed her with all his heart
It broke him to be apart
All he wanted was a kiss
And a sweet ****
Poor old Sammy boy
Will never buy a toy
For his newborn baby girl
Weighin’ half a stone
Samantha was the name
That her mother chose to gave
To remember her foolish dad
Who was too brave
She got her mama’s eyes
And her papa’s love for fries
Little Samantha girl
Never said goodbye
His soul was taken by surprise
His life flashed before his eyes
A uniform had shot him
From behind
Sam Kentucket was the name
For I saw it on his grave
He belonged to the fourth battalion
Of the U.S.A.
He never lived the life
He wanted with his wife
For the war had taken him
Before his time
But in the end you ought to know
That poor old Sam did know
That his family won’t remember
Him in woe
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
Check my worth my flows gettin' mucho networth
Similiar to new birth creatin' girth yo who's worse
Than these chuckie cheese emcees talkin' like they
Killin' the industry but they under me
Like they sneaky keep killers and rukas with me
**** a street credibility I even seen a homeless man catch a body
In Little Italy another tally tossed in the alley now he walkin' in the valley
In the Shadow of death holdin' my clips I bust til.its nothing left
Then reload if I gotta got more magic than Harry Potter
Burn you with my lyrical lava meltin' all seven of ya chakras
Fools swear they Hollywood like Chaka
Khan this one's for big pun puttin' holes in one
Like a swing from golf club linked with a holy cherub
Rollin' herbs to calm my nerves so my rhymes can reserve
The beat down comin' next to the MC that tries to serve
Me with the weak bars I'll leave em with stars
Wreck em like a car collision see my visions
They lock up mentally into a prison
From my rhymin' aligorithm
Not from Nueva York I be an iron man like Tony Sparks
Suckas scared of the light cuz I got the Dark
Forces around me nothing but energy
Suckas magnetized by my mental Infantry
Gunnin' with grande ammo never wear camo
Knockin' out Uncle Tom's to ***** I be the true culo
By nature hate fakers
and ******* who ain't nothing but **** shakers
Picture takers flashing ya death soon to see the undertaker
Now ya back to creator
Lyrics bashing ya puttin' fear in ya heart
None could part I'll gassed you like a ****
Body stinky rule the world like Brain and Pinky
The rights a genuis and left is insane
Comin' with divine bars that soak like polyurethane
Got the strength of ten Banes simple and plane
Get my flow through puffin' that spiritual cane
Angels knocked on the doors of my mental out pours
Nothing but bars from Galaxy afar
Look up see me naw
It's a bird a plane naw it's Yosef with words that gain
No losses boss of the bosses fools hangin' on rhymes
Like tree mosses
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC