"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!
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
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
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
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
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
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
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
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?
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
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
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
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.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
Nature gives less a
**** plus
Natures got the nuts
and doesnt care to lust
while you hussle and fuss.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 9:21 PM UTC
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
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
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
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
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
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
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.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
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
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
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
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
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?
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
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
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
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
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
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
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC