"hopsin" poems
Scribbling, writing, back of the class.
Only thing I pay attention to is your girlfriend’s ***
You say you hate me? I don’t give a ****
8 Women, who stay true, and that isn’t luck.
Either I’m a nice guy, or I’m a *********
Tap you out, throw in your white flag.
Lately, every day is the ********* one ever.
Yet I still play mind games with hoes. Clever.
I’ve got these loyal ladies on lock, forever.
No one likes me? **** that. Whatever.
Inspiration from Hopsin.
Your ***** out there ******* other men.
Call you Daniel. Throw you in the lion’s den.
You stay losing, can’t find a way to win.
Am I a ******
I tend to think so.
I try not to show it though.
Float down the river. Go with the flow.
Caught in the rain.
Strike you dumb. Shot through the brain.
Do you live your life like you want to?
Or do you live it the way society has told you to?
Man this isn’t you.
You are the one for people to go to.
Stop and think. Your true friends are a select few.
She got a wicked smile. Straight beaming.
I’m on my own level. Steady scheming.
Get lost in her eyes, daydreaming.
Her eyes gorgeous, always gleaming.
I'm not afraid of death.
Just afraid for whoever will witness my last breath.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
Scribbling, writing, back of the class.
Only thing I pay attention to is your girlfriend’s ***
You say you hate me? I don’t give a ****
7 Women, who stay true, and that isn’t luck.
Either I’m a nice guy, or I’m a *********
Blow you up, with a frag.
Lately, every day is the ********* one ever.
Yet I still play mind games with hoes. Clever.
I’ve got these loyal ladies on lock, forever.
No one likes me? **** that. Whatever.
Inspiration from Hopsin.
Your ***** out there ******* other men.
Call you Daniel. Throw you in the lion’s den.
You stay losing, can’t find a way to win.
Am I a ******
I tend to think so.
I try not to show it though.
Float down the river. Go with the flow.
Caught in the rain.
Strike you dumb. Shot through the brain.
Do you live your life like you want to?
Or do you live it the way society has told you to?
Man this isn’t you.
You are the one for people to go to.
Stop and think. Your true friends are a select few.
Man shut the **** up.
Your religious ******** causes us to throw up.
You want to be a priest.
More like a child ******
Yes, I read the Bible.
But you take it to literal.
There’s no punishment for homosexuality.
Yet there is for divorce.
You sure as hell ain’t no holy force.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
My body is a beach house
And by the study room
with the view of the sea,
There is a coffee table.
All mornings have been made here.
It's a tiny piece of furniture that makes a huge part of life.
The match to the candle, and lighter to the veld fire.
There are doodles engraved on it.
They look like they could mean something,
Like how we are told not to recognize color but they turn around and tell us to tick in boxes.
Like how I'm a holy heathen who listens to the likes of Hopsin and Tech N9ne,
Like how I believe slavery is still alive but simply rephrased and concealed.
But then again, they are just doodles, who cares what they mean.
They smell the like the sunrise and bacon
Like broken hearts and virginities .
Like a shower washing off the previous night.
Like the disappointment my parents will feel when they find out who I really am.
A little girl angry at religion,
Angry at them for forcing it on me,
A little girl, angry at life.
Despite the meaninglessness of this old scared coffee table, the devil and the angel in me sit in loving peace sipping this deadly caffeine.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
I'm completely and utterly
Heartbroken
I love you
But it's all over now
You've spoken
No..
Pearl Jam..
Eminem..
Creed..
Default..
My Darkest Days..
Future..
Hopsin..
Aerosmith..
..Could ever fix
this brokenness..
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
"This life is all I've got.
And heaven is all in my brain."
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
There's unslept in sheets
That don't wrinkle on the corners
The alarm clock flashes
Because after that storm
The one where you left
And didn't come back
I never reset the numbers
There's a worn copy of
Cronin's The Passage
And a sheet of paper
Quoting the fifth installment of
Hopsin's ill mind
There's a letter on your pillow case
That I've rewritten 30 times
Reminding you that I still want you
Reminding me you're not home
And the foot of your side of the bed
Is your clothes
Folded from before the storm
With you car keys on top
Still untouched
Because I can't bring myself
To let go
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC