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"hussle" poems
Be patient, it might take some time. Just, let it build up. Don't uncross’em it will feel awesome. You should know yourself, what works best, rolling or rocking? Don't think about it, just relax. Use some muscle, the one between your legs. Hussle; ruffle and tussle, it’s like trying to make a puzzle fit; sometimes you gotta wiggle it a bit, a little bit.What’s wrong, you looked puzzled? You red, so into it. lights out; so intimate. Now try feeling between the lines, you have to focus a bit. Forget what you read; and what's been said; you won’t go blind, it’s all in your head. The only time you should lose site, is when you re-sight this vision in your head; closed eyes, on your loveseat, sofa or bed. Just repeat it in your head, like Simon said. **** around and hit the right button, you might wet the bed. My sign language tracing over your lips, repeating what I said. First come, first serve; you can't be beat. Just, listen to my voice, follow my lead. See, you don’t need to see men, to succeed, you got me.So. take your time, no rush. Relax, match your breathing with mine. slow, down, take your time.Touch your fingertip, to your little tip, and grind- press down harder, yeah, that is it.. Pause, fast, forward, left, right; rewind. Now, do all if that, one more time. But first, lick your fingertip, so your ******** rise and shine, glitterish. Your index, just slide, inside you appendix, cause I penned it; very specific. Here's another tip; curl your fingers, like a tongue would flick your upper lip - the thought alone should make you flip. Now your ******* soaking wet, that's my favorite. Just use your imagination; then go for it! Your heart will skip. Pace yourself, you can't cheat. Sped up your hearts rate, to your beat. You might have left a note to yourself, but I’m the one that wrote it all over your sheets!
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
The Silent Language
Be patient, it might take some time. Just, let it build up. Don't uncross’em it will feel awesome. You should know yourself, what works best, rolling or rocking? Don't think about it, just relax. Use some muscle, the one between your legs. Hussle; ruffle and tussle, it’s like trying to make a puzzle fit; sometimes you gotta wiggle it a bit, a little bit.What’s wrong, you looked puzzled? You red, so into it. lights out; so intimate. Now try feeling between the lines, you have to focus a bit. Forget what you read; and what's been said; you won’t go blind, it’s all in your head. The only time you should lose site, is when you re-sight this vision in your head; closed eyes, on your loveseat, sofa or bed. Just repeat it in your head, like Simon said. **** around and hit the right button, you might wet the bed. My sign language tracing over your lips, repeating what I said. First come, first serve; you can't be beat. Just, listen to my voice, follow my lead. See, you don’t need to see men, to succeed, you got me.So. take your time, no rush. Relax, match your breathing with mine. slow, down, take your time.Touch your fingertip, to your little tip, and grind- press down harder, yeah, that is it.. Pause, fast, forward, left, right; rewind. Now, do all if that, one more time. But first, lick your fingertip, so your ******** rise and shine, glitterish. Your index, just slide, inside you appendix, cause I penned it; very specific. Here's another tip; curl your fingers, like a tongue would flick your upper lip - the thought alone should make you flip. Now your ******* soaking wet, that's my favorite. Just use your imagination; then go for it! Your heart will skip. Pace yourself, you can't cheat. Sped up your hearts rate, to your beat. You might have left a note to yourself, but I’m the one that wrote it all over your sheets!
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Rotating bodies, confusion of sound Negative imagery holding us down Social delusion, clearly constructed Human condition, morals corrupted Trapped in reaction, lawlessness, war Dissatisfaction from bowels to core Devils technology, strategy for Human mythologies, urban folklore Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure Wicked theology robbing the poor Scheme demonology mislead the pure Strict and strategically, studying war Light shown in darkness, image exposed Few can see through the new emperor's clothes Lustful this hussle turns humans to hoes When the blind lead the blind Just more trouble and woes It's the mind that they chose It's designed to stay closed Standards of jokers, court just a logic Sick looking cosmics, from schoolyards to college Primitive man with civilised knowledge System collapse and he still won't acknowledge God is the saviour, studies behaviour Trying to fix the mind that he gave ya Stiff-necked scholars on prescription meds Wishing their problems were all in their heads Moral dilemma, pride is the root Misguided from youth, heart divided from truth Egyptians and Grecians, spiritually dead Imperially led, by the gods in their head Motives and thoughts Industrial wealth Global economy, in for itself Heart full of madness, covered with kind Pleasure designed to take over your mind Furnished in godliness, painted in good This talented priesthood got real saints misunderstood While classes in government, set up the veil And cultivate minds for more mythical tales Typical Hollywood follies good girl While vice and corruption take over the world Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts Blind with the wickedness deep in your heart Modern day wickedness is all you've been taught Lied to your neighbours, so you get ahead Modern day trickery is all you've been fed Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
Lauren Hill - Motives and Thoughts.
Rotating bodies, confusion of sound Negative imagery holding us down Social delusion, clearly constructed Human condition, morals corrupted Trapped in reaction, lawlessness, war Dissatisfaction from bowels to core Devils technology, strategy for Human mythologies, urban folklore Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure Wicked theology robbing the poor Scheme demonology mislead the pure Strict and strategically, studying war Light shown in darkness, image exposed Few can see through the new emperor's clothes Lustful this hussle turns humans to hoes When the blind lead the blind Just more trouble and woes It's the mind that they chose It's designed to stay closed Standards of jokers, court just a logic Sick looking cosmics, from schoolyards to college Primitive man with civilised knowledge System collapse and he still won't acknowledge God is the saviour, studies behaviour Trying to fix the mind that he gave ya Stiff-necked scholars on prescription meds Wishing their problems were all in their heads Moral dilemma, pride is the root Misguided from youth, heart divided from truth Egyptians and Grecians, spiritually dead Imperially led, by the gods in their head Motives and thoughts Industrial wealth Global economy, in for itself Heart full of madness, covered with kind Pleasure designed to take over your mind Furnished in godliness, painted in good This talented priesthood got real saints misunderstood While classes in government, set up the veil And cultivate minds for more mythical tales Typical Hollywood follies good girl While vice and corruption take over the world Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts Blind with the wickedness deep in your heart Modern day wickedness is all you've been taught Lied to your neighbours, so you get ahead Modern day trickery is all you've been fed Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts
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Another prophet who got his top knocked off, this system’s toxic thought we’d found hope but lost it, Nipsey Hussle shot down outside his clothing store Marathon, live and die in LA grow up only to get shot down on Slauson in Compton, and the irony is that he was taken out, in the same neighborhood he had invested in, from Proud2Pay to AfroTech Nip was a Community Activist, in a system of force fed poisons he was medicine, and maybe that’s why he was martyred, just like MLK Tupac and Marley, this is all real life in living color, life’s not a Game but this is The Documentary, every word true, I mean do you, think it’s just a coincidence, that Nip was murdered when, it was announced he was about to come out with a film, about Dr. Sebi, the herbalist, who was also possibly murdered when, he went public with claims of curing AIDS and other illnesses, nothing random about this act of violence, it makes so much sense when you think about it, nothing senseless in the message, I mean seriously think about it, MLK shot on 4/4 at 39, NIP shot on 3/31 at age 33, why do the most violent things happen, to the brothers that preach the most peace, it all makes sense everything adds up, but most will probably dismiss this just as another conspiracy, I mean I guess it doesn’t matter ‘cause nothing will bring Cuz back, RIP NIP Rest in Peace Nipsey another brother gone to young at 33, and it’s all so eery it’s creepy, all the above evidence plus, “Having enemies is a blessing.”, was his last tweet, as the words of his last sound sit in my ears as they ring, **** I wish my n!gga Fats was here, how’d you die at 30 somethin’ after bangin’ all them years, Grammy nominated in the sauna shedding tears, all this money power fame and I can’t make you reappear.”… RIP NIP ∆ LaLux ∆ LA 2019
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
RIP NIP at 33 (Rest in Peace Nipsey)
Another prophet who got his top knocked off, this system’s toxic thought we’d found hope but lost it, Nipsey Hussle shot down outside his clothing store Marathon, live and die in LA grow up only to get shot down on Slauson in Compton, and the irony is that he was taken out, in the same neighborhood he had invested in, from Proud2Pay to AfroTech Nip was a Community Activist, in a system of force fed poisons he was medicine, and maybe that’s why he was martyred, just like MLK Tupac and Marley, this is all real life in living color, life’s not a Game but this is The Documentary, every word true, I mean do you, think it’s just a coincidence, that Nip was murdered when, it was announced he was about to come out with a film, about Dr. Sebi, the herbalist, who was also possibly murdered when, he went public with claims of curing AIDS and other illnesses, nothing random about this act of violence, it makes so much sense when you think about it, nothing senseless in the message, I mean seriously think about it, MLK shot on 4/4 at 39, NIP shot on 3/31 at age 33, why do the most violent things happen, to the brothers that preach the most peace, it all makes sense everything adds up, but most will probably dismiss this just as another conspiracy, I mean I guess it doesn’t matter ‘cause nothing will bring Cuz back, RIP NIP Rest in Peace Nipsey another brother gone to young at 33, and it’s all so eery it’s creepy, all the above evidence plus, “Having enemies is a blessing.”, was his last tweet, as the words of his last sound sit in my ears as they ring, **** I wish my n!gga Fats was here, how’d you die at 30 somethin’ after bangin’ all them years, Grammy nominated in the sauna shedding tears, all this money power fame and I can’t make you reappear.”… RIP NIP ∆ LaLux ∆ LA 2019
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The blurred lines in my mind have my thoughts playing on rewind, like an old school mixtape it took me forever to find and all the songs play on shuffle, each one a memory from a different day, remembering the hussle and all the things I couldn't say, but I got every little part of every tune memorized to heart and when I play them on repeat from the start I get lost in the tracks, fumbling, checking out this road map with no streets, just valleys and hills and when the beat gets faster, I can feel the thrill
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
Old School Mixtape
Bang, bang, bang, baaannggg I dreamed I was dying and goin’ to hiphop heaven Wow, what a dope sight it was to have seen. Last night I was shot and arrived at hiphop heaven. And you know who met me at the big bling gates? The original kings of da hood themselves, Run DMC. They said to me, they said, “Bro, the Big Dude of the hood up here, has told us to show you around the crib. So come with us. Now standing on da corner is some of your favourite homies. **** I was glad to see them, The Notorious B.I.G. and the maestro of rap Tupac Shakur. I dreamed I was dead in hiphop heaven Wow, what a dope sight it was to have seen. They introduced me to Snoop Dog, and they showed me the Ghetto of Fame with all the gold chains and number one hits up upon da wall. Then they said, “Bro, walk this way, there are a few more hiphop stars, that I know you’re dying to meet, they’re hangin’ for you. “There they were chillin’ by the curbside and staring down at me - Eminem and AKA MCA. Bang, bang, bang, baaannggg I met all my heroes right from the get go **** what a privilege to have finally met Then I asked them, who else do you think will join y’all, uh, say twenty five years from now? They handed me a book of sheet music covered with graffiti. They named it the Hood 4 Life Book. In it, were many names and some were already highlighted in black texta. I began to scan the pages and saw names such as, Dolla, Pop Smoke, Juice WRLD, Nipsey Hussle, Easy-E, Lisa Lopes, Nate Dogg, Lil Peep, Jam Master Jay, J Dilla, Proof, Soulja Slim, Big Hawk, Prodigy, Camoflauge, Natina Reed, Charizma, Bloodshed, Big Bank Hank and  Dav E Crockett. *** Dav E Crockett? Oh, well, that's when I woke up, and I'm sorry I did, because I always dream I’d end up in hiphop heaven Wow, what a dope sight it would be, y’all be knowin’ what I mean?
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
Dav E Crockett
Bang, bang, bang, baaannggg I dreamed I was dying and goin’ to hiphop heaven Wow, what a dope sight it was to have seen. Last night I was shot and arrived at hiphop heaven. And you know who met me at the big bling gates? The original kings of da hood themselves, Run DMC. They said to me, they said, “Bro, the Big Dude of the hood up here, has told us to show you around the crib. So come with us. Now standing on da corner is some of your favourite homies. **** I was glad to see them, The Notorious B.I.G. and the maestro of rap Tupac Shakur. I dreamed I was dead in hiphop heaven Wow, what a dope sight it was to have seen. They introduced me to Snoop Dog, and they showed me the Ghetto of Fame with all the gold chains and number one hits up upon da wall. Then they said, “Bro, walk this way, there are a few more hiphop stars, that I know you’re dying to meet, they’re hangin’ for you. “There they were chillin’ by the curbside and staring down at me - Eminem and AKA MCA. Bang, bang, bang, baaannggg I met all my heroes right from the get go **** what a privilege to have finally met Then I asked them, who else do you think will join y’all, uh, say twenty five years from now? They handed me a book of sheet music covered with graffiti. They named it the Hood 4 Life Book. In it, were many names and some were already highlighted in black texta. I began to scan the pages and saw names such as, Dolla, Pop Smoke, Juice WRLD, Nipsey Hussle, Easy-E, Lisa Lopes, Nate Dogg, Lil Peep, Jam Master Jay, J Dilla, Proof, Soulja Slim, Big Hawk, Prodigy, Camoflauge, Natina Reed, Charizma, Bloodshed, Big Bank Hank and  Dav E Crockett. *** Dav E Crockett? Oh, well, that's when I woke up, and I'm sorry I did, because I always dream I’d end up in hiphop heaven Wow, what a dope sight it would be, y’all be knowin’ what I mean?
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wise old owl awoke one day and studied human habits blinkered, busy, bussling, stressed out racing rabbits ever chasing,always racing never gaining, life of straining predictable futures, and the source who's the wiser? cart or horse? he gazed at our system thought whats the point.... of hussle and bussle then rolled up a joint
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Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
wise old owl
I gaze across the dry desert land. It goes for miles, nothing, but long stretches of valleys, tucked between mountain walls. It's like being hidden in a dust bowl. It's so hot, and the traffic of cars kicks up the desert dust, clouding everything in sight, but it is a place of refuge for those seeking a spiritual revelation. I certainly understand why these lands are sacred to the Native Americans, and to the indigenous people of Mexico. I have only spent a few days here, but I already feel more at peace, free from the hussle, and shackles of our society.   I have been contemplating my place in this world, beneath the heat of the sun, with the sand between my toes. I can't help that my mind wanders. I wonder who walked these lands thousands of years ago, that I am now trespassing on with my pitched up tent, and campfire. What was there purpose? Were they simply settled here, or were they just walking in search of something more? Possibly for a rite of passage? Traveling across the desert, to commune with their Gods and Goddesses. These are the questions that float through my mind, as I meditate in the dry desert. I wonder if these thoughts are my own, or if the spirits of the past have placed them in my mind, to rekindle the magic that used to fill these lands. A place now, where the wonder of the desert has become a mirage. A place of beauty, but barren of magic to those who live with eyes closed.
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
Mojave Desert
Nature gives less a **** plus Natures got the nuts and doesnt care to lust while you hussle and fuss.
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Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 9:21 PM UTC
Nature
My father never called and said im sorry i miss you Yeah love is hard but trying was truly the issue Im not gonna lie i could cry but life wont give you a tissue So i ****** it up Being brave stuck like a suction cup Laugh it off like i never gave a **** My life was ***** but my moms was a mess If others saw my struggle they would consider my life blessed They saw people tumble and crumble for less But the real ones always wish you the best Heroine addicts follow streams under thin skin Your slowly killing yourself again and again Skipping lifes movie waiting for the credits to end 10 shots 20 cops lock one man in a pin Thick bars with faded scars poetry without the paper and pen The problem is that there is no help Just many witnesses Guilty to the soul who fails to show us his innocence You didnt do the crime but blind minds cant see the differences Yes we all sin like the ending of the book of genisis People need to understand the struggle Know that some people dont have the muscle to stand No family to give him a hand Distant relationships so far like earth to mars no stars to climb on All alone dial the phone no ring tone Shhh Silence like dumpster babies Mothers making deals with hades Couldn't afford prescription ****** So you wait 9 months to take 9 seconds to get a garbage bag Throw the baby away then run off to class You dont wanna be late Today a good lesson about the value of fate Learn to own up to every single mistake Ok your sorry well im sorry your late There is a hussle in the struggle and its hard to recieve That there are many different people who struggle with fees Too many of them its like your dealing with flees You need someone to bless you But you forgotton to sneeze Every body is losing grasp and keep on falling on knees Tryna hide behind cover but there is no leaves on the trees The hussle of a struggle is always hard to achieve Only one savior can make all man truly believe
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Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
Hussle of a struggle
My father never called and said im sorry i miss you Yeah love is hard but trying was truly the issue Im not gonna lie i could cry but life wont give you a tissue So i ****** it up Being brave stuck like a suction cup Laugh it off like i never gave a **** My life was ***** but my moms was a mess If others saw my struggle they would consider my life blessed They saw people tumble and crumble for less But the real ones always wish you the best Heroine addicts follow streams under thin skin Your slowly killing yourself again and again Skipping lifes movie waiting for the credits to end 10 shots 20 cops lock one man in a pin Thick bars with faded scars poetry without the paper and pen The problem is that there is no help Just many witnesses Guilty to the soul who fails to show us his innocence You didnt do the crime but blind minds cant see the differences Yes we all sin like the ending of the book of genisis People need to understand the struggle Know that some people dont have the muscle to stand No family to give him a hand Distant relationships so far like earth to mars no stars to climb on All alone dial the phone no ring tone Shhh Silence like dumpster babies Mothers making deals with hades Couldn't afford prescription ****** So you wait 9 months to take 9 seconds to get a garbage bag Throw the baby away then run off to class You dont wanna be late Today a good lesson about the value of fate Learn to own up to every single mistake Ok your sorry well im sorry your late There is a hussle in the struggle and its hard to recieve That there are many different people who struggle with fees Too many of them its like your dealing with flees You need someone to bless you But you forgotton to sneeze Every body is losing grasp and keep on falling on knees Tryna hide behind cover but there is no leaves on the trees The hussle of a struggle is always hard to achieve Only one savior can make all man truly believe
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the soothing scent of mowing lawn back strain from lifting & hauling concrete stepping blocks storing another direction. wakeful night of dreams crowding saying things I forget. labour betrays the promise of a tired body assisting sleep fifteen milligrams paid in full moisture in a drought the rain holds off a little longer despite various warnings ringing something sounding unlike bells white noise turns the colour of alarm it's all alright the mantra some magic the mantra some magic chopping rocks it only takes that chain gang number not behind bars blackbirds squawk amongst seeds of grass gathered symbols or innocent bystanders white friends fly proud with the span of their wings catching the flow. trip on a stone the smallest pebble snagging a shoe lace caught beneath hesitant step. hussle to train with luggage heaving straining the zip, can never hold back a time to be quiet & rearrange words the lessons we hear tuning into the night wheels roll back home some more washing up
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
Difficult Labour
Work, money, Love and my Life... **** honey, love and my wife? ...And players will tussle and strive lust, while prayers hussle to arrive with us... K.Penmanship
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
Players Prayers
KnobNess By Finnius Dilkington KnobNess is upon us Altho my KnobNess is not nu been working on my KnobNess for some time now 37 years & a few My KnobNess is incomplete. Incompetent untrue I am certain I have more KnobNess More KnobNess more than you At times you'll see my KnobNess At the luncheon table and such I'll tell a joke & mess about You'll laugh out of politeness And "not very much" My KnobNess is like a steaming plastic packet fresh ripped from the Microwave a packet Inside a black plastic bag, un clean and un true Here's the the thing that thing I do Make an insulting racket; Hussle, Huzzah and harangue too is my technique is nothing new KnobNess in my acting actions Like the malevolent Sir Richard Chamberlain fancy in some vile and delinquent role Dolled up, ****** arresting With grasping grabbing Needful hands. "Yon knobNess is thus" "And thus" (wrists bent) And the dark black circles about his actors eyes create no illusion I remain at the centre of my KnobNess Assured in my self believing belief frequent feeling of my own genitals Is no more, no less than any others.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
This poem , written by Finnius Phillip Dilkington, AKA Stephen Cambpell Grant
Sticky, molding floors, Flies buzzing around the sink, Not a single paper towel in sight. The busy, hussle and bussle, The shines and glares coming from everything in site, No space, No feeling, No compassion. You’re ears are bleeding Mine are too Freshman band ***** Honors is okay
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
Dont worry, Be happy
Long time not sharing The hussle of life glaring Outshining my needs Breeding boredom until My eyes sore Forget to see the Magic Worse yet My hands forget to share The specks of joy Staring at me in the face Replaced by the sorrow vision Displaced by the daily mission Brushing my dreams aside Gliding its way to the top priority Where all else comes first But my poetry Has been asleep awhile I try to express but the words Are lost in this busy depression Where I do not have time to feel End of day reeling questions in mind Like why and who am I again? And again And again Yet I refrain from rhetorics For the answers I find come out in rage Page after page I could tear and burn From all the frustration I feel as I work But today I will tear through the darkness Harness it so I can love regardless Of the pain in living as human The truth is that I carry love For all of you who share this truth and I want you to know what it means To me When I gaze upon your soliloquies They save me Long time not caring it seems So I will set the record straight: Thank you for sharing and reading My poetry mates Zani will love you always
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
Long Time
I Brilliant red encased in morning dew Effulgent in the dull bayou All is silent in the tranquil air So different from the hellish nightmare Of the hussle and bussle of city life Out here among the wildlife A single spark of beauty Absolutely beyond reality The first rays of sunlight peeking over the horizon Breathless glamour, set to enliven Yes, it is without question The rose is the lucky one II The peace is but yet a guise As thunder clouds form in the skies For under those verdant covers Lies several sneaky lovers Oh what deceiving beauty to Fool the mind in this dreary venue For nothing is ever as it seems Except, of course, in dreams It draws in love mercilessly So people simply say blankly Yes, it is without question The rose is the lucky one III Rain drops glimmer on the leaves As the sun is pulled down beyond the trees The stars come out And not a noise can be heard throughout Will the rose ever shine as bright As they who twinkle throughout the night Its marvelous beauty is diminished As the day is finished The darkness whispers good night, a silent farewell Silence ringing much like a bell Upon the night falling, Without a single warning, The rose falls into an endless slumber With the rise of the sun, it will no longer Grow stronger Death takes yet another toll And as I go for my evening stroll In my mind, there is but a lone question: Is the rose the lucky one?
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
The Lucky One
Remember when it was easy To try not to get caught Never thinking of the consequences Trading cigarettes for a 75 cents at school Testing the hussle, that frown you hear about Ditch class and smoke **** Forget about the rules Go lay under the stars
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
Roll a wheel through the leaves
Seemingly hiding But there's bout their home Place they grew up To achieve their own throne Covered by sorrow Like pine or thy leaves Never a hussle After it pours to the seems Careful little paths up Some and some down Sleep all dressed up but it's just a night gown Care for each other Cleanse one another But its not a lover Just preseance of one's brother Bright of the morning one lovely symphony Thy birds in a tree As as calm can be
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Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
The birds in the trees
Don’t worry I got me I got ice all in my veins I promise I wouldn’t change Ur hussle is not the same got HUSTLE branded in my name I’m eating from the grave Before anyone ever knew my name I was destined for great As the black crows sing Let’s my pharaohs free For justice What’s the cost for your peace Will all HELL from ole LIBERTY I ain’t never been free My shackles still clinks on me With old souls We all gone see Yeah time apart I’ve missed you But I’ve learned lessons And watched pure love Shine through Every silent cry I reached out to wipe As I tossed and turn Throughout each night Praying to Yasda For another night Feel that vibe Frequency just right As I open my eyes Panting Drowning in sweat One lonely *** night Just another cold side Of the bed Forced fielding my life Those 3 words that you said I hold so dear Please don’t give up this fight Unspoken words Our third eye shows us vision But with the lack of our own religion How could we ever be called free That’s just a fact that causes fiction A whole big contradiction But u all sure gone see When hands unfold Just call it a monopoly sceam So what does that mean I got u Hell yeah u got me As our souls speak With no words How could anyone compete All the voices in our head Doubts we shares Hold my hand Close our eyes Mix our colors from within
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
Love Religion