"pullin" poems
I’m a Polyglot Polymath, Microphone’s a Polygraph,
Manners of a Sociopath-Rhymin’ keeps me on the path,
Else I’d be hackin you up like a cannibal,
Pullin the Chianti out-serve you up like Hannibal,
Words heavier than Elephants invading cross the alps,
Under Armour over Body Armour-waistline fulla scalps,
From the Belt o’ the Celt o’ the Schizophrenic Sandman,
You’re triple teamed by -EC- Raps new Xmen.
I broke me chains,some say I went insane,
But it’s simple,all I went and did was grow a brain.
be the Bane of your life,while Mal plays Dark Knight,
A rhyme Super Villain with a verse of Dark Light,
The searchlights on-watch the cockroach scatter,
We speak Dark Matter while your brain gets battered,
batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed,
Mal and Sandman's Positively Mental Attitude.
It’s the original Irish OG rough rugged and ready,
Battling me is futile keep your hands steady,
I’m no pacifist,and if you take the ****
I’ll clap you with a fist like an obelisk,
That’s a grave warning,-global warming,
The Dragon of Eire ,skies look stormy…
Since cassettes and disks I’ve been spittin ****
That makes wannabee’s wanna slit their wrists,
The Sandman’s calling,come in and take a mauling,
Rappin since clappin one two and yes y’allin,
from New Aulins to saint Pauls my kin,
Are gathering for the quickenin,pulse races,air thickenin'
Highlander in a land cruiser,take your teeth out like a dentist
E.C’s BRUISER.
batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed,
by Mal and Sandmans Positively Mental Attitude.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
RiFF RaFF pullin' up with five ace-cards.
Maybe five jokers, your ***** playin' strip poker.
I'm outside eating fried okra, with Oprah.
Diamonds on my piece and chain, looking like Mufasa.
Look like Lion King, drive a Sebring.
Fifty thousand dollas, bought myself a wedding-ring.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
ol king crab kingo the highwaymen
cumma walking down that hallways street
oll king crab king o the highwaymen
he got swagger boom swagger
he got boom bap pow
pow
pow
-
i seen im runnat comb through his hair
i seen it move back
i seen it glitter-glisten under em bright lights
onna ceeling
-
i seen im touchin
mercury aphrodite
i seen im touchin onna ladies
hera n persephone
he been touchin onna ladies
backadatruck
backadatruck
back seat
pull em uppa cliffside
pull em uppa cliff
bring em inna that backseat
5 minutes in heaven baby
you know it
-
ol king crab dont go to school
he appears
he come-and-go
touch-and-go
in-out
he just visiting
dont need no work
dont need to work
get nuffa that at home
-
ol king crab drop out
not too much trouble
he never drop in
get a job drivin a truck
aint no better way to live
then watching those glitter-glisten lights
on that highway
run that comb through your hair
do it one more time,
do it for us king crab
yeah, just like that
-
down that road he go
b back l8r
b back
b back
down down down
hot stuffy old car
dice onna mirror
just like a movie
luck pair of dice
such a lucky paradise
inna truck
down that road
fulla nuthin
fulla nuthin
fulla NOTHING.
-
Ol' King Crab he *****
he chew
he *****
that how to live
that how to live?
yeah, son.
in back o tha gas station he *****
back inna gas station he chew
tobacco gum tobacco
he take em ladies by the hand
them ladies aint outta worry
king crab outta worry
watch whose hand you take.
-
Listen.
Don't let him take you by the hand.
Don't let him TAKE YOU.
DON'T LET HIM TAKE YOU BY THE HAND
-
ol king crab gettin
****** inna back of the gas
station
pullin outta driveways
and outta women
watch whose hand you take on that open road
you lose yo head
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door
lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall
oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.
lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
I'm not yankin' your chain, pullin’ the wool over your eyes, or any of that ****
This is the job man.
Fly a plane, build a bridge, climb a mountain- do it man. Don't limit yourself.
Unless you’re not that adventurous guy, I mean, that's cool. No inner drive to be outgoing: That's cool, that's cool, I get it, stay with us… work at the Laundromat. There are so many benefits to a Laundromat. Good… well decent money. Not much real work, we operate machines, so whatever really. But the chillest part is, we get to see the creepy stains people have on their clothing... and have a good laugh behind their backs.
These stains tell stories.
Pilots are sweaty under their arms. This tells me they are confined, cramped, caged, we are free in our own little Laundromat world.
Bridge builders have industrial stains; no regular old machine will get those out. We are chillin’ working for the same pay they are at a quarter of the effort. Hikers are even worse. They are soaked head-to-toe in sweat for a view from a postcard- idiots.
It may not be as stimulating as flying a plane; as as helpful as building a bridge; as monumental as hiking a mountain; but it’s the superiorly important.
We are doing the world a huge service. Without us, there would be no uniforms for pilots, no clothes for the bridge builder, and no hiking gear for the mountain man.
Buck up, life could be worse, you could be a more useless guy with creepy stains who flies a plane- builds a bridge- or hikes a mountain and then overpays us at the Laundromat to clean his clothes.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door
lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now to the baby down the hall
oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.
lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide
oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it. I can feel it.
I can feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.
I can feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.
I can feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
I'm.....
leanin' in to kiss you
feelin' your heart beatin'
squeezin' your thigh
movin' in closer
runnin' my hand along your chest
You're.....
reachin' for me
pullin' me near
playin' in my hair
caressin' my cheek
nibblin' at my neck
We're.....
cravin' one another
searchin' to be close
achin' for that moment
joinin' the other in oneness
movin' together
takin' us both higher
achievin' that incredible passion
I awake...
I yawn....
I stretch.....
I moan......
"oh **** yet another sweet dream of love makin' with you~"
2007
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
Let the beat meditate your noggin' joggin'/
ya memory til ya get Tired never gone Retire/
from this Game like **** **** James/
from Goodtimes i remember the Good Times/
when the world was Alive now everythings Concealed/
reality is nothin' but Joke children gettin' bad Yoke/
from generation to generation gets worse to worse/
weak pulse im seeing visions of the Hearse/
mind gone i need of a Resurrection but my Heat is my Only Protection/
cuz ****** be trippin' sherm dippin' tippin'/
in my Hood swangin' on 4 w/ vogues cool i Suppose?/
but don't know that blow ya Slang hurtin' the Nose/
of victims Cocaina is the Product from the Devil Intellectual levels are Doomed/
dumbin' us down with Indoctrination seems like our Destination is bein' in Incarceration/
but im gone continue to fight with my fullest might-
Endeavor too Clever ridin' through Stormy Weather can't Sever/
me from this **** i Spit/
too too real o so fine Lookin' for a fine Dime i can wife Mine/
but too many Single Mother lookin' too much Off a Brother because of another Brother/
who told them that he loved them just wanted To **** them/
and Impregnate them/
baby girl stuck at Home all Alone/
strugglin' to feed her baby but the Father ain't in the Presence/
so she Becomes hesitant/
sell her *** for Cash cuz Bills bout to take Clash/
hittin' Roof Top i Pause & Stop/
take a Quick Glance/
shakin' my head in Disgrace still wishin' for Amazing grace/
but it's Hard to knock the Grin off a Demons Face/Paper Chase is our Am Ambition/caged animal Subliminal Messages so ya Can't Comprehend/
no Boyz to Men but im steadily In Philly? rollin' a Phillie/
Blunt Hunt ***** pullin' Stunts/with two hands tied behind my Back Hocus Pocus/
Nigguh back to Reality im just Playin' G this is the Philosophy/
of Yosef don't Lose Focus/
pay attention cuz they waitin' for us to Fall & Gall/
and keep us confined in a Circle that me and you Can't See but im goin' to Remain Vigilant ya See...
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
Nursree-Rhymed-Rap
you got yer Jack be nimble
you got yer Jack be quick
you got yer Jack jumpin over a candle stick
he jumped so high
he almost touched the sky
you see he burnt his nads
and it made him cry
you got yer 3 little pigs
you got yer Goldilocks
you got yer big bad wolf dumber than a fox
he huffed and puffed
and took a big hit
and they all joined hands
they were smokin some ****
you got yer Little Red
you got yer 3 brown bears
sippin on soup and sittin in chairs
Red danced on the table
yeah she danced really good
the bears gave her money
to see what was under the hood
you got yer Jack and Jill
you got yer buckle my shoe
climbin that hill what they gonna do
Jack played pattycake
according to rumours
trying to get inside
of little Jill's bloomers
you got yer Little Miss Muffet
you got yer itsy bitsy spider
he made a big mistake sitting down beside her
inside her purse
she kept a can of Raid
she drenched his ****
and now he's daid
you got yer hey ****** ******
you got yer dish and spoon
you got yer old spotted cow jumpin over the moon
there's Humpty Dumpty
and the fiddling cat
the little dog laughed
to see Jack Sprat splat
you got yer round the rosey
you got yer ba black sheep
pullin the wool over yer eyes as you sleep
****** ****** dumplin
so what is my point
whoever wrote these riddles
musta been smokin a joint
Gomer LePoet ....
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 10:02 AM UTC
I'm dreamin' of bein' held
in your arms...
pullin' me into your arms
by takin' my hands-
'ahh' now I'm here!
finally... feelin' you-
wrapped in your embrace-
chest to chest,
my head upon your shoulder
'ahh' so warm,
so close-
lookin' into your eyes
movin' towards you-
lips partin'
wantin' and searchin'-
this Man and this Woman...
You and I!
I'm dreamin' of a kiss
with you...
your kiss; beginnin' with only one
touchin' our lips
'ahh' so gentle-
this moment,
yet demandin'-
this kiss...
as passion is takin' over-
so much want, so full of desire
a moan and a sigh...
these sounds; from I-
explorin' with your tongue
along my lips
a flick, a nibble
openin' to allow you in-
'mmm' You know I'm likin' that!
this Man and this Woman...
You and I!
I'm dreamin' of ultimate closeness
with you...
'ohh yes' this is what I'm wantin'!
between us
movin' my hair aside-
kissin' me by my ear,
across my neck-
sendin' shivers down my spine!
caressin' your chest,
along your shirt-
feelin' your heat from within!
reachin' your arms upwards
as I'm pullin' your shirt
up and off-
'mmm' ****
takin' me out of mine
'mmm' yes!
unhookin', unsnappin',
some pullin' down-
'ahh' now we're bare!
we lie back down;
you on top of I!
reachin' for me,
as I'm openin' my legs-
we're so ready for this!
been waitin' and wantin'
this...
for many weeks!
guidin' you in
enterin' me between my things
'ahh' such intense yearnin'
teasin' and pleasin'-
we get all Tangled Up!
explorin' to get one another
there...
feelin' heavenly complete!
achievin' satisfaction
so incredible-
you keepin' me close
I'm snugglin' in
peaceful silence...
closin' our eyes
driftin' into blissful sleep
this Man and this Woman...
just You and I!
'mmm' I'm openin'
my eyes
rememberin';
"I'm Only Dreamin'; Yet Again~"
2007
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
Hes Not even in love with you
That's why your so uncomfortable
You can't shake the feeling of what he has done to you.
So instead finding someone good for you
You say things and do things that you shouldn't do.
You mad at me.
But you should be mad at him
God don't like ugly
So baby you'll never win.
So hurt so deep down
Your stalking and haking
"the next ******* account.
I may or may not be a lot of things
& Even without my teeth I will still eat .
But you got eyes
That will never see
The problem is you
It was never Tee.
I just came threw and fell in line..
Passed go and collected mine
I went to jail
Then got out free.
But we won't be able to say the same for you
If you keep harassing me..
Since your so down
That's where you will sit...
If you really think I am a weak *****
I don't even think or worry about you
But I'm always on your mind
Go find something to do.
Maybe if you worried about "your man"
The way you do me,
He wouldnt be pullin the TLC
n creep.
I don't even want dude..
Your so sadly mistaken
I don't want him like a Muslim
Don't want bacon
But yet
You wanna get all "physco pathetic" with me..
&STILL!
Ain't a drop of fear pumped in me.
I know your miserable
And you need some company
But I decline your inventation
Gracefuly and humbly.
I'm not worried about you,
Your man or your life,
So "GETCHA OL"
And stay out of mine.
In the end
I'm happy I inspired you to write
This message is for you..
No need to reply
You are the devil
And
we all know the devil is a lie
I only stooped to your level
Cause you'll never reach mine.
I hope you can find happiness
Instead of the pain you find in
YOUR "mans" phone.
I hope you can find a hobby
And leave me the **** alone.
Even though your the craziest *****
On planet earth
-I hope you find healing
In the places it hurts
-I hope you find happiness
Where misery lurks
-I hope you find accountability and stop blaming everyone else.
For the holes you dug up yourself.
-I hope you find a strength you never felt that humbles you to the fact
That no matter what you say, do, what you have or where you go.
Don't make you better than anyone else.
I hope you can find the ability to change your nasty behavior
Here's a tip;
Start by taking
Jesus Christ
as your
Savior.
-Tee is Triumphant!!
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
chasin' one another
in the sand...
we're barefoot...
splashin' as we run...
oh no, you've caught me...
(or did I let you?)
once again,
you take me in your arms...
we collapse in the sand,
along the oceanside...
we're listenin' to the waves
and the seagulls cry...
darkness is embracin'
the night...
you and I,
starin' into the star-filled sky;
we're givin' each one a new name...
before too long;
you take me
by the hand,
pullin' me intimately
alongside you...
kissin' me with such
a passion...
"ohh mmm"
savorin' these moments...
as we're longin' to become
as one...
2008
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Open shell
Pry fragments
Step
Step
Grow
Flag
Even upper
Higher
Move it like wildfire
Riff it like snot
One more time
Don’t corrct misspllings
Fix grammar
Correct misspellings
One more time
Even once more
Move on
to
another
mispld game
Fight fight ight
Kepz it kleanz
Doin it right
Conceptus
Remember
Nxt Level Cookie Maker
Chef of lives
Mix in souls
too many numerous few up down closed soul hole
Not profane enough
Fukc
Don’t correct misspellings
Ingrained.
Open your mouth
I’ll open my ears
I’ll close my ears and we’ll keep it up
Pullin’ faces
Eating too much,
but fasting on stuffing
incubate
synchubate
**********
Try
I won’t find
New thingsssssssssssssssssssssss
Old things
People n stuff
Open your eyes
I’ll open my nose.
*****
Foomf.
Pinch in fiction and fingers
Level up
Order of operations
Fades into subconscious
Pious
Holier than Mao
Heads & Tails
Open your feeling
I’ll open my fly.
(2014)
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
Dax-
To Be A Man
~My Verse~
I can't hide myself
I don't expect you to understand
I just hope I can explain, what it's like to be a man
It's a lonely road
And they don't care about what you know
It's not about how you feel, but what you provide inside that home
-----------------------------------------
This life's relentless and heartless, regardless, it happens every day
It's obvious, I'm not good at this, why was I cast in this role anyway?
A character I never planned to play, never auditioned, never signed my life away
I didn't ask for this, showed zero interest, explain to me why I gotta stay?
But that's the depression, pushin' and pullin', convincin' me I'm nothin'
I wish it was bluffin', I gotta do somethin', I know I shouldn't keep runnin'
Win or loser the only options given, as the pressure builds, I must keep it from showin'
Turn failures to lessons, allow angers regression, rememberin' my son's always watchin'
-----------------------------------------
I can't hide myself
I don't expect you to understand
I just hope I can explain, what it's like to be a man
It's a lonely road
And they don't care about what you know
It's not about how you feel, but what you provide inside that home
©2023
Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 6:05 PM UTC
Seven days straight, the sun rolls up,always from the same
side of town and just the same way it gives up and lays down
The same buses run on the same old routes.
No letup.
So dream a dream.
Next day,instant replay.
Know what ? I know the drill
Sunday.is like Halloween, Rubber faces and trick or treat with Reverend Ike.
Fire and brimstone. Please turn down ya cell phones.Pass the plate.
payola to heaven's gate.
Monday.Back on the grind, Blood,sweat and tears.
Grinding mental gears.Pop the clutch,Earn so little
Pay so much.
Tuesday.? just locked in. The Lotto is calling, cant win if ya dont play.
Teasin me bout easy street. Gimme my lump sum Then watch me fly.
Keep missin me with that later, greater noise.
Keep it real son.
Wednesday. Looking of into the sunset now.All ****** up
getting up for the down-stroke.Sweat of my brow. Feel me NOW ?
Take a deep breath blow out slow. If you dont tell it then the devil wont know.
Thursday. Gettin closer to shore,Go for your backstroke cause yer starting to
fade. In through the mouth and out through the nose focus your gaze on the
circling crows? Crows ?
Friday. Ah snap yer ends came up short. Tax man just waxin yer ***
Ghoulish?. Foolish. Some ends might not meet.
Sat-Day. Not so fat day. Pullin pocket lint by 6.PM.Chump changin.
is changin your mind. Gettin glimpses of stressin the old bump and grind On Moanday. ****
expletive deleted.
Stun-day. Hungday?
Rake your sh%@t in a pile day ?
No Doubt Assed out.
Hello... Monday.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
I'm am an anon but not by name,
I am a number in this sick *** game,
the idea of anon can never die but that fails to matter if you fall for the lies,
that 99 and tea party are "career protesters"
that anon was a hacker group and not concerned by world matters,
I was in the war on chat predators and human traffickers,
you hailed us as saviors and questioned you're masters,
an unincorporated trust in response to calls from the helpless,
now has a corporate office and a hit list in public?
think and question that's the first step,
sneak or protest that's the first test
and as for our goals you're it,
keep truckin were pullin but can't do the rest,
not alone....
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
Nursree-Rhymed-Rap
you got yer Jack be nimble
you got yer Jack be quick
you got yer Jack jumpin over a candle stick
he jumped so high
he almost touched the sky
you see he burnt his nads
and it made him cry
you got yer 3 little pigs
you got yer Goldilocks
you got yer big bad wolf dumber than a fox
he huffed and puffed
and took a big hit
and they all joined hands
they were smokin some ****
you got yer Little Red
you got yer 3 brown bears
sippin on soup and sittin in chairs
Red danced on the table
yeah she danced really good
the bears gave her money
to see what was under the hood
you got yer Jack and Jill
you got yer buckle my shoe
climbin that hill what they gonna do
Jack played pattycake
according to rumours
trying to get inside
of little Jill's bloomers
you got yer Little Miss Muffet
you got yer itsy bitsy spider
he made a big mistake sitting down beside her
inside her purse
she kept a can of Raid
she drenched his ****
and now he's daid
you got yer hey ****** ******
you got yer dish and spoon
you got yer old spotted cow jumpin over the moon
there's Humpty Dumpty
and the fiddling cat
the little dog laughed
to see Jack Sprat splat
you got yer round the rosey
you got yer ba black sheep
pullin the wool over yer eyes as you sleep
****** ****** dumplin
so what is my point
whoever wrote these riddles
musta been smokin a joint
Gomer LePoet ....
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
I never meant to look like a ***** floor
I bend the laws of physics when I ask mirrors to change my own reflection
Have this ugly soul
pushin’ all my ugly buttons
Doubled back on my last straw so many times
I’m pullin’ splintered strands of yellow
From my backstab wounds
Got prickly bits of blonde
Sticking out from the places I missed
They healed there
Got shards of my own teeth in my tongue
Puncture holes in my lungs
Makes it hard to breathe sometimes
‘cause I am still healing
Don’t call me good
Or handsome
Or patient
I do everything I can to sabotage the love you give
Not that I don’t want it
I am just not ready
One time you told me I should love as often as I breathe
So I starting breathing as often as I love
And I almost die in the intervals between our phone calls
Grace is you lightening the pressure on my drowning head
Patience is me staying under when you do
God is a child with a finger pointed at my heart and laughing
And you are an angel when you turn out the bathroom light
So that I stop hating my own reflection
Remind me that we are defined by more than the choices we make
That I might still have all the scars from the cancer
And the fistfights
And that one time I tried to end it all too early
But this heart beats more than just a war drum
It beats a ********* army
Can hear it like giant rumble footsteps
Can hear it finally change directions
Away from all the chaos
Shattering mirrors below my heart feet
So much glass glittering
Looks like a river
Too many pieces to reflect anything but the sky
Reminds me
I am not done healing
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 12:18 PM UTC
*God its cold tonight
I wouldnt of bothered but its easy cash
and i'm dying for a fix*
'What did that bloke just say to you kate'?
'cheeky git'
**'don't get nothing for free in life mate
go back to your borin wife , what she not know how to do ya good'**
'Blokes like that make me blinkin laugh'
**'Well you keep laughing little one cos there in't much to
laugh at down this street for sure'**
'you got any johnny's?'
**'What the hell you doing coming out unprepared, here you go
don't say i don't do nothin for ya'**
The girls hanging on corners
*For a ***** little fix*
Food to feed their children
Their pimps pullin their tricks
**All dressed up
Thinking they lookin ****
When they are just lookin like a couple of tarts
If only daddy could see you now it would break his blinkin heart
*You can look down your noses
You can think your better by far
But who bought you the watch darling
or the spankin new car
Who payed for the holiday to florida
Or the trip with the girls to japan
what makes you better than them girls*
When you really dont even love your man
Thats why he goes to them
*Cheap thrills
Circus tricks
Grubby man*
**Who are the clowns
Take them down
strip them bare
their all the same
It's just the game**
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
takin my life day to day
is really second to second
as the character Wayne
in this movie im filming
i have characters out the ***
full of laughs and tears
from a cast widespread
from my fam to my peers
as the smoke clears i emerge
from the lows to take stage
throw bows and take aim
for my prize waiting for me
the one made by god
no assembly required
to be my leading lady
and rule my loving heart
unlike the others i casted
they were good in some parts
but in the end they couldnt hack it
they got other scenes
the girlfriends and the groupies
two very important troops
taught me how to lie
and point out the truth
on the lighter side of things
lookin higher in my cast and crew
my brothers and sisters
all keep me pullin through
this romantic drama
with words and actions
that spices things up
adding comedy to the equation.
everyone does their own stunts
except the others
i spoke on before
it only happens in *** scenes
so i shouldnt say more
but **** it im grown
in my movie its really my wife
im making scratch and moan
then the other girl re-appears
once the lights come on
and my wife is back
sitting in the Producers chair
waiting till her time
for the shine of my spotlight
from the wedding chimes
till the end credit sign
adding sequels to my life
a little similar but
different from mine
Wayne III and Sydney
will be the first two
those movies will do numbers
ill do a cameo with them too
like Will and Jada
imma have a Wonder Crew
wit uncles and aunties
who will love and cherish
their nieces and nephews
how ever many we have
we dont have a number
all we worried about
is acting this movie out
workin towards the gold
happiness and unity
till were nice and old
and God yells CUT!
our characters will die off
but our story lives for infinity
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 2:57 AM UTC
Living in a lonely world,
Falling for everything;
got me here.
headed to nowhere.
But empty space,
Wondering if I should,
take it there. Or stay miss
placed. Mars for Pluto’s
and kudos for escapes.
Things looking up,
I’m feeling; fate.
Tomorrow never lies,
Then again; Time kills.
Brutal battle grounds;
Where Love don’t make a sound.
Heated passions simmer down.
Dudes that had my back;
Waiting for me to turn around.
Toxic crusaders; pullin me down.
Devil’s advocates; in the back ground.
Angels have wings; no need to touch down.
The thought; alone. So profound.
Karma knocking; she’s on the rebound.
Hold-up; that’s her – calling me now.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
pullin' on my heart strings
feelin' like a bee sting
it was such a little thing
but the feeling was big.
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 11:29 PM UTC
JAKE HOLMES – SO CLOSE LYRICS
Where's that smile?
I hope you didn't lose it.
Every now and again,
And wear it once for me.
Sure, I know,
It's been some time between us,
But I had to stand out some,
To get the room to see.
But it's all right now,
Hold on tight now.
I'll be stayin',
I won't go.
Don't you cry now,
We can try now.
Just takes some distance to know...
So close,
We almost couldn't make it.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.
So close,
I almost couldn't see you.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.
What a day,
I remember it was even rainin',
And as soon as I'd say goodbye,
I didn't wanna leave.
One last look,
You could see my eyes were askin',
I could feel yours,
Pullin' at my sleeve.
But it's alright now!
Hold on tight now!
I'll be stayin'.
I won't go!
Don't you cry now.
We can try now!
Just takes some distance to know...
So close,
We almost couldn't make it.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.
So close,
I almost couldn't see you.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.
Alright!
Alright.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
Burnin blunts ash em in my soul
A few blunts in em and im cool
Scrape the resin till im smokin glass
Shut up an pass the ****** grass
Outsider sittin in the back of the class
Dark figure sittin in the back of the mass
I'm Sellin addiction, addicts seek my benediction
Movin the product, the holy ghost sellin salvation
So addictin pullin in the dead with my gravitation
Sell you your addiction for mine that ****** benjamin
Come to me for paradise
Feelin pain here's the ice
All I see is dead presidents
Eyes dead to the residents
Dyin for my decadence
**** a ************ with a needle
To buy a ****** gold fiddle
Jhonny may play his fiddle hot
But for the hotshot his fiddle I got
Ridin in the Mercedes benz
After I move a couple benz
Rottin the whole ****** hood
Makin my bankroll look good
Jhonny boy givin me all his bread
Then come famine and he feelin dead
Jhonny boy robbin for scraps of bread
Jhonny boys mums bread used to get baked
This boy takin till his whole fam gets raked
Money funneled to me by the addicts
Jhonny is enforcin my pyramid schemes
I'm Sellin addiction, addicts seek my benediction
Movin the product, the holy ghost sellin salvation
So addictin pullin in the dead with my gravitation
Sell you your addiction for mine that ****** benjamin
I'll be drivin around at the seams
Collectin the green for my dreams
A real ****** nightmare on my street
Krueger with your dope sheet
Salesman with the ****** rapsheet
Killin users and abusers while I sleep
Makin a killin in back alleys I creep
Get customers lost in the nightmare
Then sell the lost a rotten cure
Maybe give em a little gear
Maybe im a travel planner
Sellin trips to wherever
Nah im just another killer
Sellin trips to the executioner
When the lord doesn't hear your prayers
To take away the pain I'll bring the wares
A couple pain pills and a few uppers
Just bring me the bills and the paper
I'm Sellin addiction, addicts seek my benediction
Movin the product, the holy ghost sellin salvation
So addictin pullin in the dead with my gravitation
Sell you your addiction for mine that ****** benjamin
Slinging drugs got somethin inside me broke
Cause i'd rather be out killen than be broke
Bring me the bricks and i'll move that coke
To all the froggys in the pond till they croak
All this movin got my numbers inflated
Got my ****** neighborhood inundated
Careful you dont get ****** ventilated
For a quick buck to take to the pusher
Bodies pile around me a deadly peddler
But ive never pulled the trigger
The passive killer, waterwell poisoner
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC
*All I wanted was a night out on the town with her
With all the love and adoration that I promised her
Fitted cap on my head, felt like a trend setter
A mental slap from my momma; I should’ve known better.
Picked her up, and I was starin’ at her gorgeous outfit
Her fitted top, her cotton blouse, and lookin’ fine without it
Honored to stand beside her, I didn’t mind the clues
I found her very attractive wearin’ designer shoes
Took her out to dinner, we’re conversin’,
Lobster in citric acid – she devours, thinks it’s worth it
The in-house chef comes at our table and asks,
“This is the fifth time you’ve ordered,
So can you make this your last?”
The check is at our table; I offer to pay for it
She doesn’t even glance, pullin’ out her phone
I noticed her nails; she paid a lot for ‘em
Dinner was very painful
She wants me over? I'm startin' to see her fatal halo
On our way to her place, a man was gettin’ robbed
I’m shoutin’ at the attackers - she’s actin’ very odd
Tell her to call the cops to try and get these boys to stop,
“Sorry but I’m in a hurry! I’ll see you at the spot.”
Ten minutes later I’m racin’, and knockin’ at her door,
Reachin’ her place and I notice she’s pacin’ back and forth,
She’s on the phone with a ***** who stole her ex from her
Angry detonation soon as she got a text from her
She tells a “Jada” on the phone, ***** I don’t give a ****
Jada responds “wantin' to let you know and wish you luck.”
But you can tell that she was jealous of Jada’s position
Her ex is treatin’ her better, happy with his decision
I’m wonderin’ what happened; turns out that Jada’s pregnant
“She thinks I care about that, knowin’ that I resent him!”
She claims she’s better than Jada in every single way
With self-respect and sayin’ prayers every single day
Seekin’ some validation, she’s beggin’ for a kiss
Intimate opportunity, she’s hopin’ not to miss
Her sweet, angel hazel eyes are lookin’ sour ‘cause
I’m just exhausted and feelin’ the witchin’ hour buzz
She lashes out; I see the reason why this girl is single
Admits to cheatin’ on her ex and so she’s out to mingle
Pulls out a lash and then proclaims that I should punish her?!
I’m out the door within’ seconds cause I’m so done with her!*
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC