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"mcs" poems
All these sucka MCs I can't afford'em You know I just let the Lord go an sort'em I got y'all contortin' and consortin' With the Devil to give me Hell You can't tell that my sword fell The fallen angel down there he dwell Got it from Michael, the last half is Kyle That's Hebrew for victorious For Him I am fervorous 'n' Mother Fuckin' Furious The world's situation is serious Y'all straight out of it delirious Overtaken in sin You're way too curious Where the hell do I begin To let you know how to win Against the Ego, deal the blow Of submission, help you win That is my mission, this is a confession Let's start this session Begin the lesson Don't be stressin', soon you'll be bestin' And bullet-proof vestin' through the wild west son No need for the Smith n Wesson got a killer kush gun You put on the Raiment of truth that protects one's Youth; That's innocence, Make sense?
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
Only the Lord Can I Afford
I waz hip-hop since I b in mi mamas womb   Spittin’ sum rhyme, will give u dat tune   Yo, he spit da raw   No need 2 prove anymore I’m scratchin’ ‘bout, I’m bummy in a downtown shelter   No use complaining ‘bout wat life I’ve been dealt, nah   Hit em hard, every generation gotta do wat ya do   Cuttin’ up fresh is da word, new kid on da block, could b u   It’s how u survive in da hood   No layin’ ‘bout, stand up like a real man should   Don’t want 2 sleep on no choo choo train, no more   Then get off ya RRRs, do sum thing like neva b4     From da Juice Crew 2 Mr Magic, down in Boogie Down Bronx Queensbridge is da place 2 b near, it all interlocks   More MCs drank da water drippin’ down from around here   Than any udder crib, in da hole ******* world, ya hear   So trekkin’ from youth, 2 B.ing @ 1520 Sedgwick Avenue   I’m now livin’ in fcukin’ Wonderland, if only Alice really knew
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC
1520 Sedgwick Avenue
I dont ever wanna make you feal like u werent enuff for me Im Stuck on beats eternaly searching deep for the love beneath Something keeps calling me no apologies follow me Accept all of me maybe take the fall for me this wall is weak lets break it down with an ice pick Lets reshape the crown for ur highness Excape the crowd till u cant find us We keep these scars too remind us dont fall 4 their blind trust spine crushed without ur divine touch Im done But ready too start again in no time A ghost writes my lyrics while u borrow ghost rights the game is so grimes you'll go blind from staring up at the sun shine One mic is all that is needed too become prime one time for my second hand addicts right winged savages on automatic why panic when u feal gigantic walking around on my ghost planet taking no damage U wont manage acting so frantic Invoked madness In every pesant and vagrant Becuz my essence is sacred With every sentence connected This headtrips defective im restless not connected infested the surface on purpose im wreckless confessions of an mcs lost sessions hoping that u.got questions im not stressing These thoughts are weapons Mic checking u too death your less im more when I press record check the cords before making a.mess on the floor opening the store knowing that youll receive more I.dont wanna let u in Your like toxic oxygen Its ok. Its the end my friend Lets runaway pretend im here again X3
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
It's okay
*Describe the color purple without using the word. It is the color of his shirt at 5 in the afternoon, reflecting the hues of the inked skies with its highlights and shadows. He loved wearing it because it symbolizes the color of your first conversation, calm yet ready. It is the color of the ground underneath the both of you, uncertain yet just right. It is the color of his eyes, dark and at the same time heavy, like lead. You look right through it and see the piercing gaze of a person with a huge heart, yet all at the same time afraid. It is the feeling of his hands holding yours tightly until it becomes a faint bruise. It suddenly becomes too much to handle and you’re left in agonizing pain as the world suddenly stops. It is the color of his skin, bombarded with bruises that he has hidden for so long from you—bruises from his past that he decided not to show, fearful that if you saw it, you would let go. But you don’t. Instead, you embrace the colors of its marks, determined to stay still and steady. It is the color of his words, unsure of the next to come. It is the color of his neck as your lips dance along to his body, fearless and reckless. It is the pulse of his heart as you listen intently, knowing well enough that it syncs perfectly to the sound of the pulse your heart makes. It is the color of the wind, ready to engulf you along with it. And finally, it is the sound of his voice, scarred and wounded but never backing down. It is the color of the signs he continuously manifests, in hopes that they will reach out to you. Yet it never does. Instead, you translate his colors to a romantic manner, instead of an uncertain, friendly gesture. You are mistaken of his colors, blindly allowing yourself to be engulfed in a world of fallacy. You are unaware but it is the color of fabricated lies, bound to pierce your heart like the color of sharp knives ready to go through. It is suddenly not his colors anymore, but rather, the colors of what he once was. MCS
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
Colors (II/?)
*Describe the color purple without using the word. It is the color of his shirt at 5 in the afternoon, reflecting the hues of the inked skies with its highlights and shadows. He loved wearing it because it symbolizes the color of your first conversation, calm yet ready. It is the color of the ground underneath the both of you, uncertain yet just right. It is the color of his eyes, dark and at the same time heavy, like lead. You look right through it and see the piercing gaze of a person with a huge heart, yet all at the same time afraid. It is the feeling of his hands holding yours tightly until it becomes a faint bruise. It suddenly becomes too much to handle and you’re left in agonizing pain as the world suddenly stops. It is the color of his skin, bombarded with bruises that he has hidden for so long from you—bruises from his past that he decided not to show, fearful that if you saw it, you would let go. But you don’t. Instead, you embrace the colors of its marks, determined to stay still and steady. It is the color of his words, unsure of the next to come. It is the color of his neck as your lips dance along to his body, fearless and reckless. It is the pulse of his heart as you listen intently, knowing well enough that it syncs perfectly to the sound of the pulse your heart makes. It is the color of the wind, ready to engulf you along with it. And finally, it is the sound of his voice, scarred and wounded but never backing down. It is the color of the signs he continuously manifests, in hopes that they will reach out to you. Yet it never does. Instead, you translate his colors to a romantic manner, instead of an uncertain, friendly gesture. You are mistaken of his colors, blindly allowing yourself to be engulfed in a world of fallacy. You are unaware but it is the color of fabricated lies, bound to pierce your heart like the color of sharp knives ready to go through. It is suddenly not his colors anymore, but rather, the colors of what he once was. MCS
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Sometimes i wish i was a rapper in the booth. Just to be labeled honesty if the dictionary lacked the word "truth". I'll find a way through teflon gates, Say Jay? you know all about creating a route. Being a fugitive somehow when the system was designed for no way out. It's easy to judge as a billionaire when you not staring at debt in a dark room. When depression telling you to die while anxiety saying we die too soon. Put the paintings down & peek back through that portal. It's ****** living suicidal while simultaneously wanting to be immortal. Maybe you were just speaking of the MCs but when it comes to the Atlantas, the Baltimores, the DCs ? The rocks we between harder than the hardest places. It's a bit much yes, but you see the money to they ear, I see the smiles on they faces. You went from roaches to diamond crusted brooches and now you hitting the hood with amnesia driven approaches. Neck flooded with loaded cuban links, that reasonable doubt Jay Showing money is showing money, what was different about your display? I guess being rich for two decades it isn't as exciting no more. Hard for me to tell a man not to be prideful with a come up when yesterday he was sleeping on the floor. Did you forget what it felt like to talk to God and not get a response later? To them that's really a phone, hearing a reply from the Lord through that paper. We appreciate the game, appreciate the wisdom, you're still a legend to this date. But as you continue to build a wealthy family don't forget how to relate.
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC
4:45
Sometimes i wish i was a rapper in the booth. Just to be labeled honesty if the dictionary lacked the word "truth". I'll find a way through teflon gates, Say Jay? you know all about creating a route. Being a fugitive somehow when the system was designed for no way out. It's easy to judge as a billionaire when you not staring at debt in a dark room. When depression telling you to die while anxiety saying we die too soon. Put the paintings down & peek back through that portal. It's ****** living suicidal while simultaneously wanting to be immortal. Maybe you were just speaking of the MCs but when it comes to the Atlantas, the Baltimores, the DCs ? The rocks we between harder than the hardest places. It's a bit much yes, but you see the money to they ear, I see the smiles on they faces. You went from roaches to diamond crusted brooches and now you hitting the hood with amnesia driven approaches. Neck flooded with loaded cuban links, that reasonable doubt Jay Showing money is showing money, what was different about your display? I guess being rich for two decades it isn't as exciting no more. Hard for me to tell a man not to be prideful with a come up when yesterday he was sleeping on the floor. Did you forget what it felt like to talk to God and not get a response later? To them that's really a phone, hearing a reply from the Lord through that paper. We appreciate the game, appreciate the wisdom, you're still a legend to this date. But as you continue to build a wealthy family don't forget how to relate.
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Since a kid I endured so much pain it was hard to block out the rain And sustain this madness coming straight insane from my brain seems like demons kept me sane But I was deranged society acts strange Huh I was just a yougin' sufferin' Starvin' in need of a hungerin' Made for harmful ways cuz I had no one to say What was right or wrong I had to christen the **** Til the **** my problems meditatin' to slow songs Since my adolscent I needed my father presence But all I got in return was an abstence the distance Was killin' me tears running down my face rapidly Wondering why must I face this pain my soul felt misplaced Born into a curse mama tried to nurse But my thoughts was dry looking for thirst Cuz I was boy transitionin' into a man Alot of homies feel the same  understand where I'm coming from so come again Don't be mad at me when society Is the one that beckons me reckoning me My new daddy became the MCs From radios magazines papers and on the TV They got the same deal as me No fathers just a prefigured destiny A free trip to the penitentiary modern day slavery Babylon ain't never left they still reigning they I'm crazy I cuz I see pain that once tried to **** me I know ya feel me vibing I'm space agin' To this Dilla Dangelo beat got me fillin' replenish and complete Obsolete the weak and that spirits that speak I punish em send em up ***** Creek
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
Still Filled with an Inevitable Pain