"mobsters" poems
A kid wakes up; tuns on the news
Sees the Texas police killing children again
What can I tell you? You the few
Does anybody listen here, my friend
So this kid he gets a brainstorm
Let's keep killing more and more
I know I can be just like them
I'll go to school; **** all my friends
And it's
Monkey See, Monkey Do
Inspiration is so cool
Monkey See, Monkey Do
I'm a killer, how 'bout you
Where are all the fearless leaders?
Ain't there anybody left?
No, not that kid from jersey
Mobsters really aren't best
All politicians are are sinkholes
Usurping monies for their parties
It makes this country one big stink-hole
You know behind their backs they're farting
They passed the rest of all the guns out
More More More is all they shout-shout
This is great for all the children
Who sit scared shit-less at every grade school
but it's
Monkey see, Monkey do
One good leader showed us to
Monkey see, Monkey do
I'm a killer, how 'bout you?
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
No one is perfect
Or expected to be
Unless you happen to share a gene or two with this sort
And as if their generation was completely right
(the pattern of perceived perfection is a long lineage)
They pass their judgment
One generation to the next
The gossip makes its way across state lines
The tale of manipulation and corruption
Bred within our borders
Finds its place with mythical tales
Of mobsters and cat burglars
On cops
You work your magic
Sweet-talking people out of money
Not even Satan’s speech was so smooth
Talent for memorizing numbers
Credit card
Pin
But not your grandmother’s
Stuns all
If she knew of your antics
Pallbearers would have a heavy load
But fear not
Keeping secrets from the old and feeble
Is our talent
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
From the mobsters to the members
A hunter to a fur coat wearer;
A president and the people
Gaurds and peace seekers
Officers and rebels
Brown or yellow
White and black
What difference is there?
Are we not all in this together?
Breaking apart together?
Finding tiny joys to live for with one another?
Why is it so hard
to stop judging right from wrong?
To see the world in color
and be creative with out harm
harm to ourselves
and to those who are in this with us
no one is against us
only against themselves
still we choose to continue to defend ourselves
forgetting we are all people
experiencing the material body
fighting against illusions of image and standards
We are all here now
Still, why do we compare?
compete as if its fair?
what is fair?
We all want to be unique
and we are
but our 'uniqueness' must be worth more then "theirs"?
How does this make sense?
When its only taste is bare?
The separation and segregation
they say to compete is to grow
I say to support is to know
Support what is good
which is as broad as life.
Comparing seems to me
as an equal to shaming
is it not?
Or is it something only I have had to fought?
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
In an apartment on 53rd street
A fire is burning
Out of a keyhole &
Into a cigarette.
Smoke comes in walls
& is heavier than rocks
& it takes an artist
To hate oneself.
Moon-faced Serbians sipped
Drain-O from sandals
While red-lipped nomads
Gazed & sharpened their blades.
A fat lady walks in &
Before she can say
“Burger & fries”
There are spears in her ears.
The body is dragged to the
River by sheepish failures, but
The boxer knew what was afoot &
Had removed all the water from the river.
But no-one cared because a riot had
Started in the streets
“Flay the feminazis,” they chanted
“Pour molten oil on the devout,” they screamed.
& all the flat-eyed artists
& all the drag-queen mobsters
Danced around the fire like evolution
& an ape got in the middle of it.
His fingertips calloused
His elbows like spears
His eyes w/ more blood
Than white.
Richard Nixon or
A Richard Nixon costume
Entered stage right w/
Boxing gloves & cocktails.
They would throw children
Across the fire
& artists on the other side would be
Waiting w/ nets & knives.
But then tear gas came
& they cried & their
Tears were like the eyes that
Glinted at them.
Out of a keyhole &
Into a cigarette.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
[Intro: Quavo]
**** man. Brrrrtttttt
Hello?
What the hell you mean Ma? I ain't did ****
****
[Hook: Quavo]
Feds hit the spot man I ain't saying nothin
They came around about 5 o' clock this morning (12!)
They telling me I'm copping contraband from informants
Channel 2, Fox 5, I'm America's most wanted! (Ooh!)
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Feds hit the spot say I'm copping from informants
Channel 2, Fox 5, I'm America's most wanted! (Ooh!)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah, Quavo
I pick up my **** and then hit the door (Oh **** **** 12!)
Surrounding my house and they kick the door (Boom! Boom!)
"Don't move, get on the floor!" I hit the window and fell on the curb
I'm trying to get up and take off, the officer speared me, like Goldberg
Say "Where were you 3 o clock on the dot?" "My Momma's house" "You a ******* liar"
Have you heard about your new worker? (Nah) Know I put him in your circle
I witnessed you purchase the pound (nuh uh)
I witnessed you purchase the brown (no you didn't)
I witnessed you purchase the white (no!)
Say goodnight down the road for a long flight
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Hot Boy like Silkk the Shocker, pull up on your blocka with the Waka Flocka
Momma hit me on my cellular told me that Quavo got caught by the coppers ****
They say they've been investigating and Migo gang we connected with the mobsters (Huh?)
Can't talk to you ****** my lawyer talk. **** the prosecutor Mr. Marcus
**** Lookin out of my window, I see a black truck and it's empty
Walk to the door check the peephole (what that is man?)
Then I start hearing a noise and it makes me paranoid ****
Thinking what the **** is going on? (What the ****
All of these tools like it's Autozone
If I get caught I ain't coming home (No!)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
They said that I sold to informants
I told them I just got off touring
They circle my house like an orbit ****
He telling me he gon extort me (huh?)
50% of my income, unfortunately he not gon get none
Life sentence or freedom so pick one
**** ***** you trying the wrong one **** *****
Quavo call my phone, his spot got raided it just got kicked in
We all met up in the Westin
Who know what the **** going on it ain't making sense (who know?)
The police talking they got evidence
I told you ****** bout serving them Mexicans (I told you ******
**** There go 12 ****
I picked up my **** and I moved out the residence
[Hook]
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
sweaty forehead, a gory past
wildly glowing eyes of oblivion
shivering hands, sirens, bars
freedom, imprisonment, razor blades
peru, coca farmers, chemicals
smuggler channels, route 36
franklin's face on crumpled-up paper
rattling coins, benjamins, stacks
gotta make it or take it
gotta sell or abuse it
flashing louis, abundant future
sweaty forehead, ****** present
biker chapters, brothers, funerals
tommy hauled jim's coffin
rick carried tommy to his grave
cut-offs, gats, one call: ******
despair, hatred, vengeance, omerta
mortals remain silent, angels don't
rain of blood, a puddle of codes
turf, plots, streets, blocks, gangs
cults **** cultures, weapons replace
shelter in a group home; the stabbing
"shaun got heart, he a furious one --
can use dat dude, pay him up"
black, white, african-american, chechens
territories of unspoken laws
intimidated witnesses, gay mobsters
lured teenagers, deadly magic of power
the old ones impress the new ones
newbies will turn into soldiers
**** or get killed; headshots of fear
numbers on the forehead, blueish
unwritten are the rules of some
bribed politicians, skippers, knockos
the one who wets, will be wetted
others prefer the clarity of faith
organized crime, rats and kingpins
multilevel marketing, elevators
glass towers, late and secret meetings
route 36, the white magic of death
it's all in the game
"The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life.
Your memories, your attachments, they burn 'em all away. But they're not punishing you, they say. They freeing yourself.
Relax."
(Quote from the film "Jacob's Ladder")
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
Ghost
Goblin
Bandit
Spy
Trick
or
Treat
Do
or
Die
Pirate
Princess
King
Queen
Masked Invaders
on the scene
Zombies
Prisoners
Aliens from Mars
Godzilla
Lady Gaga
and
Rock & Roll Stars
Chefs
Doctors
Nurses
and
Ghouls
Mobsters
and Movie Stars
dripping with jewels
The Pope
a Priest
a Flying Nun
a Fireman
Policeman
and a
Ray of Sun
As witches fly by
on this frightening night
we know there is no end
to its devilish delights
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
Frank, sung about having you under his skin.
Dean, sung about you being another kick in the head.
Sammy, sung about the candy man.
Oh, those three guys.
The life they lived.
And the thing they did.
Frank, sung about strangers in the night.
Dean, sung about that's amore.
While Sammy tap to both tunes.
Oh those guys.
They life they lived.
And the things they did.
I'm sure mobsters hung around.
But they were all over this Hollywood's town.
Notice, while those three are gone.
That the mobsters still ruling certain town.
Say Las Vegas.
You say fun.
And what's done there.
Doesn't always make the round.
Wilder than New York.
And moving all night.
Which city's of both has the biggest neon lights.
Frank, Dean and Sammy too.
Left a legacy that's still making news.
For the life they live.
And they things they did.
Three true blue friends to the very end.
Oh, those three guys.
Enjoy their life to the end of time.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
Just one more before I go
I settled the issue on an offshore toe
Boat
Float
Away sweet chariot of lobsters
Take away the mobsters
And let the freak flag fly
In the eye
Of all those attempting to pin you down
I think it's funny to see a clown frown
Manic depressive
Manly-oppressive
I haven't heard anything from you
I shot to the sky twice with 6 bullets
4 went to the side of my life
Slice of pie
In my lie
Of everything
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
i was brought up to
read books and play the
violin
i am from the heart of the
world you
know
a place among thieves
a place among business aspirations
a place among the pines
actually like a
postcard however
someday a clan of
gory
icy
determined
men came into town
men who took up
residence
between pines and a business park
buildings were built by the
men of the clan:
golden paint
giant offices
porsches
lambos
maybachs
gory
icy
determined
men had come into town
yelling in strange terms:
brate
hajde
jebi se
unexpected assassinations
executions of local mobsters
****** threats on judges
jebi se!
brate hajde
old methods
new turf
a war began
clan against mob
murderer against murderer
man against man
this place where i
lived
this place among
pines
turned into a war zone
year 2019
corners packed with hordes
willing to die
armed with
machetes
pump actions
rocket launchers
tanks
this place where i
lived
this place among
pines
turned into a war zone
year 2019
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
My Grandmother told me stories
How she lived across the street from Bugsy Siegel's mother in Brooklyn
If you knew my family, it's hardly believable.
Mobsters near the family, I was told "things always fell off the truck."
I guess Great Grandpa Willie made it by, must have had good luck.
Berger became Bock, Grandma Marcia married Joel, my Grandpa.
He left Brooklyn for the Air force and they moved to Arkansas
East to Midwest, to West....
Grandma went with him, they finally rested in sunny California.
Willie would have been proud of Joel when he served during Korea.
William Berger passed away, I never knew him.
We now have scholars, businessmen, artists and athletes
It's iconic how living here will shape your reality
The memories and moments of a family to which we clutch
Softly being recorded, my family history shows how much he loved us.
A mysterious, touching legacy was left over time.
I'm sure my grandmother keeps pictures and pages I will never find.
No matter what, whether he was honest, hardworking, or in crime,
I know he did it all for his family, prosperity or depressing times.
I was told he had a lot of courage, and always made friends
I wish I could have seen his face, I wish I could have met the man.
Grandma says I look like him.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
I been bumpin frank Sinatra
I been chillin with these mobsters
Perfect Italian girl put the parmesan upon the pasta
We had white sauce on the angel hair
We were sipping on the pinot
Her hair was black as mine,
but her skin look like a kilo
Thighs look like a hundred grand
Eyes green like a c- note
Liquid nitrogen in her veins
The tongue game ****** she wrote
She whispers fortunes in my ear
While tracing plans upon my skin
Lead me to a life of sin
Then gave the roulette a gentle spin.
I never gave her a wedding ring
I proposed to her with the shell
wedding dress was made by Prada
The coloration red as hell
Showin fangs in a crooked smile that she hid behind her veil
Death upon her breath, it turned the atmosphere stale
Unholy matrimony pastor trying to hide his thorns
Ring bearer bared his fangs
flower girl throwing thorns
Bridemaids holding bouquets made of wilted lillies
She drove a knife through my heart and said
“ baby do you feel me?”
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
Your mouth bleeds
as your cracked teeth stumble over useless apologies.
"i'm sorry. I'm sorry"
that doesn't matter now.
no, it probably never did.
"HA HA HA"
these clowns laugh in your blood stained face.
Somehow
while they were preparing the concrete
you sunk to your knees
to pray to the god you never believed in in the first place.
Whispers of prayers
quickly became screams
as they stuck your feet in concrete blocks
chained you up
and sunk you at the bottom of the river.
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
I was born
Into a fake dream brother
Hard to shake them demons
Around me
Cuz laws go everywhere they follow me
Subliminally
I raised my conscious
Now I got Haters feeling nervous
Every time I preach revolting service
I'm holding back with the gat
Quick to act
Don't be mad at me
They hate me cuz my skin is black
And if at all? I have a ****** downfall
Ill still pick up the pieces
Standing tall fools on the gall
But all I gotta do is make a phone call
My homies answer with no panic
Hey get there guns bring the nation to panic schizophrenic
Cuz the world is so crazyyyy
Yeah I try to sway away from being wicked
But I can't cuz I'm focused on meal tickets
Gotta eat and keep my family Fed
Church hypocrites ain't breaking me no bread
False dreams of a reality
Sun Tzu gave me the recipe
And ingridients secrets of war
Hitting ya back
Listen to the sound of my Mack
As the world's getting colder.
And colder in feelin bolder
This is strictly for my soljaz bitchhhhh
Strictly for my strictly for my strictly strictly for my soljaz
Strictly for my soljaz making cheese
Yo I can't help but myself
So I keep autos on the self
Just incase of a confrontation
With the cops I mute there conversations
Yeah back to back against nation
Hidden in colors I got ghetto congregation
No hesitatin
We ready for the war to pop
And we ain't our ancestors *****
Well make ya heartbeat stop
I know they wish I stayed in hell
But rap stories will never
Fail thugs prevail sailin like Gail
Through lady liberty
Just justicccce yeah just as
Spin around critics like taz
So y'all can miss with the jazz
How long will my reign last
As the nation of mobsters
Ready to ****** blast duck fast
Cuz we tearing **** switch
Out the clips
Down goes another *****
Look em in the eyes
Before gave em peace
Shot em right between his eyes
Another fool dead
I'm feeling good
Politicians I'm running out the hood
Back into the white house
Stuck in a safe haven
But I'm misbehavin since I got wisdom from a maven
And give it all that ya ******* got
And keep bustin at the racist cops
Fool now drop
Strictly for my strictly for my soljaz
Strictly for my strictly for my soljaz
Strictly for my soljaz making gs
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
yo check it **** these youtube ****** sound like a bunch of ******* chirpin'
yo father of the seven seas
its time for the realemcees
to stand up mob up
cuz these ****** ****
more **** than a ** thats on a street lick
******* up is my clique
we ride w mobsters
do biz while eatin' shrimps n lobsters
ya cant stop tha
reign i drop on ya brain
got ya eyes bugged out like snorts of *******
after i finish ya
ya cant regain ya title or fame
ya know the name yosef comin' mo explosive
than Saddam droppin bombs
no harm done to me
hold ya hands in a circle and repeat after me
"yosef the magnificent"
none can surpass or blastme im see through to ****** that try to talk to
me with that ******** save tha soft talks i send ya to hells pits
with no remains and blood stains
on the concrete mayne
i got multiple domains without pushin' an ounce of ******* no pain no gain yea my words insane major like pain
all ya need to do is remain
calm and cool as the pistol to ya mouth makes ya drool
ya know the rules
**** you pay me cant slay me i was birthed in another dimension
sent back for the mental incision
like ISIS got these *** *** emcees in a crisis
now check my ices
rolex pushin' a manual fully loaded lex
180 on the dash fast cash leads to a crash but im too smooth move pass
the crowds
im rougher than a diaper rash like Johnny Cash
i dance in the ring of fire
Hip Hops Resurrectin'Messiah ya need Higher
Learning as im turning
the page the **** got me in a rage
these ****** aint spittin' nothing they in a daze
when i shine i burn em harder than a sun beam rays
even if ya had 50 aks
pointed at me it still wouldnt penetrate me im untouchable incredible
sources credible
game hungriest so yall edible
if ya sold ya soul?
ya still couldnt floss like me
shady two point o the Rap Cypher Chief
bow down ya ***** bitchess!!!!!!
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
Ragged the origami crane
The china shop, the bull,
Bleeding and tired on the floor
The bull, covered in porcelain –
Just fall asleep and become a statue
This is spontaneous so don’t ask it to make sense
Bitten in half the book
That says it knows it all
Bitten in half the beautiful rose
“Now I am ugly” It says,
“Now I am more beautiful”
-
I’ve never been thanked
For destruction before
Ragged the lace of your dress
Sorry I did that,
Sorry I didn’t do it more
Wreckage as modern art
Spit on it and call it modern art
That’s an insult, by the way.
Rummage in the ******* of history
The China shop, all shot up
Mobsters of words ruining everything
Just don’t wake the bull
Don’t say the word
“Beautiful”
**** I turned the radio all the way up
The news:
Here is a terrorist bomb
Here is a tax hike
Here is a ****** in a suburb
Here is the weather
-
And I could still hear you over it all
“Beautiful”
I crumple folded paper in my hand
Walk over broken plates
Bleed beautiful for you
You’ll take it and
You’ll love it and
I’ll hate you for it
The blood on the crumpled crane and the bull
This is a joke in the making
But I'll only let the punchline brush your lips
I won't let you taste
I'll make you bite and lick
I'll let the punchline give you bruises
The blood on the crumpled crane and the bull
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
We always gonna have people that wants the upper hand on you.
The blackmailer or back stabbers trying to get ahead of you.
They tries to manipulate you in many ways.
Only accomplishing it.
When you give them the power too.
The upper handers.
Who really are the insecure fools of society?
Oh, they come in many degrees.
From the rich to the poor.
They live for excitements that's not theirs.
But yours.
And when their world comes crashing down.
Then they pretend they didn't create any type ruckus.
From the politicians to the mobsters.
We have seen it all.
Once entrapped, they wants to tell it all.
After they found that the upper hand isn't all about power.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
Maxwell House jars
To punches traded for a planetary
Mars of all cleaved rock and desperation!!!
All sarcastic inspiration
Commemorates the deeding mobsters!!!
Hogger's mincing
Cahiers tinting
Grocery bag giveaways!!!
Make it tomorrow
Soldier
And thou might make it today!!!
Enjoy thy livings
Enjoy thy stay
For vacation is noones attire!!!!
Shelter in stormy lands
What is thy quilt?
Thou sheriff of sheen filth!!!!
Serene sessions
Cometh quickly and go,
Receiving to know one
In all and all in one!!!
Trigger fingers art ready to squeeze
Closer we gasp into the sun!!!
Earthly breeze
Middle earth ones!!!
How damning it is thou extorter....
Thou loiterer
Of pale grey cold nighted sweets!!!
Nose of fire
Deckage of wires
To fathomed Kodiak's
Of ink jets !!!
Wake up call hast finally sounded
Panther eye's wait to swindle!!!
Release knowledge
Release power of the toes
That fit in the sandal!!!
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
Hush my pretty baby don't you cry
I see how hard you try
Baby, don't let those tears roll down
I know you are hurting, but you are not alone
Darling, imma stick it through
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
We're crazy baby, nobody knows our monsters
So we keep them a secret, we're the true mobsters
Hush my pretty darling don't feel no pain
I'm right here, i know you're insane
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 5:53 AM UTC
I used to wanna chase the cash,
And lust, after the girls with the fat ***
Let me back up this spaz,
Tuned into the jazz,
Old school like Sach,
Watch the horn blow, mics up and im set to go,
Hits harder than holyfield, no way you could shield,
This lyrical, medical bill,
I spit it for the real,
No fantasy thrills, im sending chills,
Thats could even,
Make ice feel, the wicked ills,
Got strangled by the angels,
Last i seen,
It be the god supreme,
Got rid of the devils,
Up my levels,
Its just me myself, against eye,
So why even lie, or try,
Took the nails from Christ,
Now I'm living my worse life,
Guess im better off dead,
Different knocks of the feds,
Red dots on my head,
But cant get a word i said,
Concealed the conferation,
I do it, for the peeps in my nation,
don't ask me,
How i escaped the sticky situation,
No deals from me, i boxem like Rocky,
Balbo see my stamina galore,
Plus i got mobsters,
On my hit list,
Heavy mantra, so all haters feel this,
I used to **** Crist,
But now im a believer,
My sins aint registering this,
I guess just a player in this,
Game
Its a shame, truth i picked over fame,
But infamous if i gain,
Followers of the conscious bump the nonsense,
Yo i can feel it, the streets is intense
I turn into Rob Greene,
Learn the powers in between,
The lession beings,
Watch women, who love given,
Like Robyns,
See them robbin,
Men hearts blind, see it was all by design,
Curses of the feline,
Ribs damaged,
Cant manage, the creation,
Sins is just waiting,
While righteousness is just pacing,
Up and down the streets,
Lonely,
Singing Hendrix notes,
Red prints are wrote,
In the concrete, its another ****** sweet,
Wars a conundrum for peace,
Death has to release,
Just a fiend to the beast,
As prayers decease,
And hunger for evil, increase,
They wear crosses,
While laying crosses, king of kings, boss of bosses,
You cant win against nature,
Wisdom sittin' luxury,
But most of the average,
Cant see what i see,
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
Yo step into my world like KRS one my gun
Blows away the sun dunned your done no fun
In the dark lurk near the scariest parks
Found my heart at the bottom of an abyss
My fist cruise through the foggy mist dismiss
Wack lyricist and these lyrics will shift
Ya back disc slowly sip the cola jack crisp no lisp
Only to ya chick who's loving it shovin' it
Like the gangsta I am eat green eggs and ham
Dont give a **** suckas cookin' like a grand slam
Keep the street bases loaded imploded quoted
From the drug bible feed bullets to my rivals
Cuz its the survival of the fittest the wittiest
Colder than the coldest im celcius minus
Three million degrees make tracks tongue bleed
Once i cut on the beat nasty movin' Pistol Pete
Bury a **** with one powerful hit ahhh ****
Yosef doing damage from mics i manage
My guns beaminsh freak a bad chica who's Spanish
Let my runs of my hands handle this
See the styles to crisp chickens run from this
Heat to a roast no need to boast none come close
To skills choppin' to H a v o c next to P
Lead by the Triples P's ***** pedigrees and prodigy no apology
For the blood sprees catching wars glee
Creed of demons sealed with nature *****
Got em dreamin' down memory lane
Simplicity black Mark Twain stain brains
I could flatten a rocky terrains strains
A mustard seed moving mountains
Sitting at the fountain of youth sounding
Off with the twenty one gun salute **** your
troops
We ***** as mobsters in black pinned strip zoot suits
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
The fraud bourgeoisie
mobsters and hoods contract
chiller cinema screening terror vision
gutter psychology of the henchmen dopes
presenting the locusts and ants thriller invasion
the throngs underfed
issuing permits and warrants
reprobates, thugs and con-artists do apply
at the Bastille on the Victorian embankment
bring your disorders of crimson and singe the blues
The zen mentalist of Zenda dribbles rut
the guillotine feeders sharpen dirges blades
pale cowards party in full swing and checks abound
call the pirates of red sea and the mob to share the spoils
no coronation for a sun king a jealous mandate thus declared
the pepper-less hordes of lames
find El Dorado in a mirage in lies of bandits
Scipio Africanus in great and graceful throes incarnate
made thousands ploys and cuts anthems of craven imbeciles
wayward profligates who mired their obsolesces in parable David
And he stood a Colossus edified
braving contract of thieves, ghouls, thugs and recreants
apostates of truths, corrupters of the just pilgrims' progress
burn in shame, reveling in asinine boast of personal fallibility
requiem for dregs, requiem for the humanization of the toxic heathens
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
When have police officers ever had a great reputation?
Just when?
When many of one race has never adapted to changes within society.
During the segregation days of injustice by many.
And harassment by others.
It's to be expected sooner or later police would face problems.
In all honesty white cops doesn't know how to approach black males.
Or even Latinos.
Just speaking truth.
To serve and protect means more than that.
It's also means earning respect.
Which we know isn't always given.
Many whites feel very uncomfortable within groups of minorities.
Just speaking truth.
Those that does have been raised to respect everyone.
Then you have some that feels no respect for anyone.
Just been honest.
Mobsters have had officers on the take.
And even in present times.
Many still dilute the position with criminal behavior.
Compare minorities cops to white cops.
And this shoot to **** is less among them.
It's all within the talk and people's skills.
Sure white population support them.
They get harass less from them.
And it shows.
While they more suspicious by some minorities.
Just speaking truth.
It hurts, when truth is exposed.
But than many juries are not wised to convict.
When evidence points to a fair deal of justice.
Let not a badge dictate them innocent.
When facts states truthfully that they are guilty.
And than you ponder why folks says, where is the justice?
Admit many are racist.
Admit many deserve to be in prison.
Face the facts.
Notice which race commit the same crime as minorities.
But gets a different sentence for the same crime.
Just speaking truth.
For truth lies within.
Then again, some officers will be offended.
That's just the way it is.
Truth hurts.
Especially when it directed toward them.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
Every single little **** who thinks he’s entitled to his own opinions
Eats liver on the back of the nymphomaniac’s forefront
Vulgarity for the sake of such
If there was anything I could tell you
It would be to go away
I don’t need you here
But who are you
And what am I?
And why is he?
And how is she?
Messages of forlorn from me to you
You and I
Sky is pi
And ridiculous atrocities through 10 story buildings
Russian mobsters break my wrists
And make it so my wings lift me higher
Let’s speak in forked tongues about the future
Let’s speak in future about tongues
I feel like I need more gasoline in my veins
I gotta keep going somehow
I’m not writing for you.
I used to, I used to,
I used to write for you.
I still poetically stutter.
Write for me, write for You?
Write for me.
Writing for me for now.
Hopefully there’s a shift in the paradigm.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC