"robbery" poems
Last week, among friends black and white,
among some discussion of protests in Ferguson
and the related looting of stores, I invoked
the word. It was an admission, in a round
of confessions, of something about myself
that I didn't like: that I had perceived Michael Brown
in that way based on his possible participation
in a strong-armed robbery.
When Travon Martin was in the news,
I was inflamed like many others who wanted
George Zimmerman in jail for ******
The outcome of that trial was an injustice,
I was utterly certain. Why does this case
in Missouri feel different? More importantly,
Who is inside me that still wants to rise
in defiance of 48 years of learning how
to be a better person, a person without prejudices,
stereotyping, labeling of others, hurtful language?
Where is the hippie girl now? How does she live
with this other person? Am I Sterling, Gibson,
a hater and spewer of viciousness, a lover
of separation and separateness, that I should
invite damage to my own relationships
with those I love and cherish and respect?
What is a **** but a bully, and what is a bully
but someone who pushes words around like
weapons, spits them out indiscriminately,
so that they land on the already bruised heart
and set it on fire.
Whose heart, besides mine, now sits in smoke
and ash, with that word like a brand
still sore and permanent, having been spoken
aloud?
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Hidden Weapon
By: James Desire
See me walking on the vacant street
What’s your first thought?
Black kid up to no good
See me- surrounded by others, my brothers
What is your second thought?
Black kid in some gang
Must be tattooed and tough
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon
See the clothes I am wearing
Big baggy pants, dark Du-Rag and Ripped shirt
What is your final thought?
Poor old ****** living in a ghetto
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon
Now Listen,
You see me jetting through the silent streets
What would you assume then?
Arrest!
Call the cops
Must have been a ****** a robbery,
Another black boy crime
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon
I am just a black boy trying to survive
Trying to enjoy-just to stay alive
On the street
People judging me cause
The blackness of my skin
The types of clothes I’m in
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon
Unsuspecting black child taunted, haunted…
Fearing that one word-nigga
Should I be blamed for crimes committed in the past?
Choice-less decisions made
Pressure reaches ******
Everything seems lost
At the end
I feel blamed
Nevertheless, I blame you
Whites
Rejecting
Hurting
Me- hopeful
Pride-earned-not given
Defending
Defending my dignity
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon
Should I be judged/blamed for past generations?
Then, blame me for…
The jazz of Louis Armstrong
The voice of Billie Holiday
The poetry of Langston Hughes
The photography of Gordon Parks
The character of Martin Luther King Jr.
The power of Coretta Scott King
The dignity of Fredrick Douglas
Finally, the individuality of James Desire
You seek evil in blacks
The past has also proven a positive…
A positive outcome
That helped the development…
OF OUR WORLD!
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 11:07 AM UTC
No Money
No Toys
No Books
No Boys
No Fun
On the Run
Catch me if you can!
Door Open
Fly Out
Cops Chasing
All About
In the Car
Driving Far
Catch me if you can!
Turn Corner
Wheels Screeching
Heat On
Freedom Teasing
Made It Round
The Corner Bend
Let's do it again!
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
i know a god stronger than religion
who speaks sign language with his lips.
i'll be a wayward dove;
watch me soar and get hit.
please sin with me tomorrow,
steal the revolver from the crate.
i'll just wait.
eye sockets burn red;
a color mistaken for hate.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
I pledge allegiance to the flag of a country that’s done nothing for me.
I pledge allegiance to a ticking corporate time bomb, counting down the number of people left outside of its marketing cage.
Corporate fat cats full of rage, a million dollars isn’t enough,
Give me ten.
Corporate law superseding human rights, tying us tight to the system justifying injustice done to us.
I pledge allegiance to “by the people for the people”, turned “by the people, for the money”, the fuel of the freedom we value so highly as to put a price tag on it as if that is an acceptable measure of its worth,
How can we get much worse than now when there are thousands of people wondering how they are going to survive this month?
I pledge allegiance to impossibility highlighted on HD screens, the clarity not giving us a clear view of reality, our beauty is not,
Should not,
Will not be measured by the numbers on a scale.
The girls in the magazines don’t even look like the girls in the magazines, so why don’t we focus on something that can be reached?
I pledge allegiance to the flag of a country where being smart enough to expose rapists can have greater consequences than ****** somebody,
Where violating firewalls and proxies is worse than violating human bodies.
I pledge allegiance to
“She was asking for it”,
“Boys will be boys”, and
“What was she wearing?”
When a robbery is committed in a home, the police do not ask if your door was unlocked, or if your laptop was in plain view,
So when a robbery is committed on a body, why is that exactly what they do?
I pledge allegiance to a country where love is still illegal in 33 states.
We are the country of change, so long as nothing changes, I mean
Women still get paid lower wages.
I pledge allegiance to a place where who you are does not mean you get to be yourself,
Where masculinity is blue and being feminine is pink.
If you have ever been stared at for wanting to be a rainbow, I will stand by you and stare right back.
And I will no longer pledge allegiance to a country consumed by consumerism, Nationalism,
Commercialism,
Racism,
Sexism,
Fear.
Instead, I will pledge allegiance to the memory of one nation under God,
Indivisible,
With liberty and justice for all.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
your trash filled sidewalks
your smog filled air
and morning traffic
I could not bear
your streets that crawl
with poverty
that engage your people
in robbery
your marketplace
called 'monument'
a paradise
I've always dreamt
your night sky stars
I cannot see
as clouds of smoke
keep blocking me
your reckless drivers
your petty thieves
your nearest supplier
comes down at eve
your gangsters stronger
than authority
and the victim cries
so hopelessly
your city lights
soon will be gone
as your electric bill
fills up to tons
your ambitious leaders
up to now, they wonder
what is the best
that they could offer?
O Manila, O Manila
I keep longing for thee
true is thy beauty
in irony
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
Evil & crime so predictable & stale.
Stupid how arrested suspects get bail.
Convicted when their victims tell.
Prison is where some stay & are jailed.
They have to communicate by mail.
Sometimes their focus goes in another direction.
Where probation happens after correction.
Child & spousal abuse, drug use, & rehab that is no use.
History repeats
Wives & children still get beat.
Their isn't always a Superman or Batman to be your hero.
With a sword or crossbow.
Details of armed robbery , drug dealing & smuggling.
Stabbings & muggings.
On the inside homosexual love with cuddling.
Human trafficking & prostitution.
Violating amendments & constitutions.
They are how they are from how they were raised.
If their victims could speak from the grave
Or had they been saved.
They could explain & describe how their rapists & killers behaved.
Male & females do their time.
Years in custody for their crimes.
Seriousness of their offenses vary.
Some educate, get jobs, or marry.
Behind bars is where violence belongs.
To be punished for all that they did wrong.
Some from death row are now dead.
Similar to the wildlife in a zoo behind bars they get fed.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
it's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse
a woman, a
tire that's flat, a
disease, a
desire: fears in front of you,
fears that hold so still
you can study them
like pieces on a
chessboard...
it's not the large things that
send a man to the
madhouse. death he's ready for, or
****** ****** robbery, fire, flood...
no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies
that send a man to the
madhouse...
not the death of his love
but a shoelace that snaps
with no time left ...
The dread of life
is that swarm of trivialities
that can **** quicker than cancer
and which are always there -
license plates or taxes
or expired driver's license,
or hiring or firing,
doing it or having it done to you, or
roaches or flies or a
broken hook on a
screen, or out of gas
or too much gas,
the sink's stopped-up, the landlord's drunk,
the president doesn't care and the governor's
crazy.
light switch broken, mattress like a
porcupine;
$105 for a tune-up, carburetor and fuel pump at
sears roebuck;
and the phone bill's up and the, market's
down
and the toilet chain is
broken,
and the light has burned out -
the hall light, the front light, the back light,
the inner light; it's
darker than hell
and twice as
expensive.
then there's always ***** and ingrown toenails
and people who insist they're
your friends;
there's always that and worse;
leaky faucet, Christ and Christmas;
blue salami, 9 day rains,
50 cent avocados
and purple
liverwurst.
or making it
as a waitress at norm's on the split shift,
or as an emptier of
bedpans,
or as a car wash or a busboy
or a stealer of old lady's purses
leaving them screaming on the sidewalks
with broken arms at the age of 80.
suddenly
2 red lights in your rear view mirror
and blood in your
underwear;
toothache, and $979 for a bridge
$300 for a gold
tooth,
and China and Russia and America, and
long hair and short hair and no
hair, and beards and no
faces, and plenty of zigzag but no
*** except maybe one to **** in
and the other one around your
gut.
with each broken shoelace
out of one hundred broken shoelaces,
one man, one woman, one
thing
enters a
madhouse.
so be careful
when you
bend over.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
I once found the moon in a forest
of fir two hundred foot tall,
it's face being lovingly polished
by fish in a silver pool,
the water was deep like a riddle,
as dark underneath as the pine,
I swam like a thief to the middle
but that slippery silver
refused to be mine.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
Hello it's me again
the one with the crooked grin
hear to take your money
and steal your honey
so sweet now on your feet
don't even think about calling the beat
cause I got you
and you
know what
to do
wallets and jewelry
this is a robbery.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Believe or not
Falsehood, suspicion, anger
Anger, bully, dispute
Unjust, pride, jealousy
Envy, deceit, backbiting
Abusing, exploitation, loot
Adultery, robbery, usury
****** curruption, treachery
Fraud, laundering and bribery
Eat up human virtues
Bring terrible ruins
Devour all faith
Lead to fall
And at the end
Push you into the hell.
..........BOOM............!
******************
20-07-2013
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
Debates, filled with hate,
candidates, go irate.
Put it on national television,
for everyone to see.
Make a disgrace,
of our beloved country.
News lies,
babies cry,
watching innocent people die.
The world falls apart in front of your face,
with issues like the economy, borders, and race.
The news lies,
babies cry,
watch our innocent people die.
The world falls apart in front of your face,
with issues like the economy, borders, and race.
****** scams, and robbery,
all over the **** TV.
Bias reports on politics,
this is how we get our kicks.
Violence, lies, and trickery,
overload the dying TV.
You will soon find,
they’re hypnotizing our weak minds.
News lies,
babies cry,
watching innocent people die.
The world falls apart in front of your face,
with issues like the economy, borders, and race.
The news lies,
babies cry,
watch our innocent people die.
The world falls apart in front of your face,
with issues like the economy, borders, and race.
Don’t try to misguide,
the evidence we provide.
Don’t try to hide,
your disgusting genocide.
Don’t try to hide,
don’t hide,
don’t hide,
don’t hide,
don’t hide,
don’t hide,
don’t hide,
your nationwide genocide.
Genocide, genocide
News lies,
babies cry,
watch those innocent people die.
Stand to the side,
watch a genocide.
Mar 11, 2011
Mar 11, 2011 at 5:05 PM UTC
The rock slept
Genghis Khan clamped fingers
Over the edge of a land mass
And peeled freedom away from the East
The rock slept
The mob beheaded a woman who aided the American Revolution
Americans denied it later
But every town called Marietta is named after her
The rock slept
A vegetarian who didn’t drink and smoke
Commandeered information technology and chemical engineering
To commit the biggest murder-robbery
In the history of daylight and star-shine
The rock slept
The vegetarian cowered from justice
Committed suicide like the milksop/milquetoast he was
The rock slept
A fourteen-year-old boy clamped his fingers
Around it
Aimed it at High Strength Lexan riot shields
Protecting flesh, blood, and bone minimally paid
Protecting shields of numbers, theories, interchangeable office holders
Until he realized the futility of it
Dropped the rock
Turned south (or maybe north)
And walked away
The rock slept
Snoring unheard through the next spurt of tyranny
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 6:33 PM UTC
Highway Heart
Mobile Replacement Specialists,
Exchange and Mart
‘Phone for personal quote.
Highway Heart
Can offer you Life,
By renewing That Part
With a razor sharp Knife.
Highway Heart
Buy and Sell,
For the sake of Art
Sometimes never tell.
Highway Heart
When you begin to Fade,
We’ll give you a new Start
Never mind who paid.
Oct 10, 2009
Oct 10, 2009 at 12:15 PM UTC
I will
not
wait
for you
to strip
the last
oxygen molecule
from my decrepit
body.
Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
I'm pouring out my thoughts on to this paper.....letting my mind free for the next caper.
I've been a superhero and a lovesick man. A few stories about putting a ring on that special woman's hand.
A story about suicide and my last ride....sound similar.....but they are not the same.....different car same lane.
Will eyes ever see this creation by me? When I look at my comments.....it says none......I'm not Drake so I'm not on one.
I guess I didn't move the crowd with my words.....if I read it to the masses would I even be heard. It's absurd that my fellow poets just don't know......they are the gasoline that helps me go......and when I blow it will be because of the fire they ignited and kept lit......
all because they didn't consider it robbery to read my shit. I apologize for that last line... but it went with the flow.....I just get frustrated when people don't leave a kind or even a bad word.......especially when I drop a piece that I think is great and I really do.....when I create it......it's definitely for me.....but I share it first with you....
The first eyes to see my baby....but you act like she's ugly .....looking at her face....and retreating in disgrace.
I guess you never met a poet who was poor ....but had expensive taste. That's why my pen stays attached to my waist.....
I wrote this poem sitting in my car after I got off of work and now I'm in the parking lot. TheTeacher penning jewels and looking to hit that jackpot......
Comments raining when I hit.......I quit! Take this pen and shove it!
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
The Land of Nod (Hebrew: ארץ נוד, eretz-Nod)
is a place mentioned in the Book of Genesis
of the Hebrew Bible, located "on the east of Eden"
(qidmat-‘Eden), where Cain was exiled
by God after Cain had murdered his brother Abel;
According to Genesis 4:16:
_And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD,
and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden._
(וַיֵּ֥צֵא קַ֖יִן מִלִּפְנֵ֣י יְהוָ֑ה וַיֵּ֥שֶׁב בְּאֶֽרֶץ־נֹ֖וד קִדְמַת־עֵֽדֶן)
"Nod" (נוד) is the Hebrew root of the verb
"to wander" (לנדוד). Therefore, to dwell
in the land of Nod is usually taken to mean
that one takes up a wandering life. Genesis 4:17
relates that after arriving in the Land of Nod,
Cain's wife bore him a son, _Enoch_,
in whose name he built the first city;
"Nod" (נוד) is the Hebrew root of the verb
"to wander" (לנדוד). Therefore, to dwell
in the land of Nod can mean to live
a wandering life; Gesenius defines (נוּד) as follows:
_TO BE MOVED, TO BE AGITATED_
(Arab. ناد Med. Waw id.), used of a reed
shaken by the wind, 1Ki.14:15; hence to wander,
to be a fugitive, Jer. 4:1; Gen. 4:12, 14; Ps.56:9;
to flee, Ps. 11:1; Jer. 49:30. Figuratively, Isa. 17:11,
נֵד קָצִיר "the harvest has fled" ["but see נֵד ,"
which some take in this place as the subst.]
Much as Cain's name is connected
to the verb meaning "to get" in Genesis 4:1,
the name "Nod" closely resembles the word
"nad" (נָ֖ד), usually translated as "vagabond",
in Genesis 4:12. (In the Septuagint's rendering
of the same verse, God curses Cain
to τρέμων, "trembling")
A Greek version of Nod written as Ναίν
appearing in the _Onomastica Vaticana_
possibly derives from the plural נחים,
which relates to resting and sleeping;
This derivation, coincidentally or not,
connects with the English pun on "nod";
Josephus wrote in Antiquities of the Jews
(c. AD 93) that Cain continued his wickedness
in Nod: resorting to violence and robbery;
establishing weights and measures;
transforming human culture from innocence
into craftiness and deceit; establishing
property lines; and building a fortified city;
Nod is said to be outside of the presence
or face of God: Origen defined Nod
as the land of trembling and wrote
that it symbolized the condition of all
who forsake God; Early commentators
treated it as the opposite of Eden
(worse still than the land of exile
for the rest of humanity); In the English tradition
Nod was sometimes described as a desert
inhabited only by ferocious beasts or monsters;
Others interpreted Nod as dark or even
underground—away from the face of God—
Augustine described unconverted Jews as
dwellers in the land of Nod, which he defined
as commotion and "carnal disquietude"
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
THE Roaring Tinker if you like,
But Mannion is my name,
And I beat up the common sort
And think it is no shame.
The common breeds the common,
A lout begets a lout,
So when I take on half a score
I knock their heads about.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
All Mannions come from Manannan,
Though rich on every shore
He never lay behind four walls
He had such character,
Nor ever made an iron red
Nor soldered *** or pan;
His roaring and his ranting
Best please a wandering man.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Could Crazy Jane put off old age
And ranting time renew,
Could that old god rise up again
We'd drink a can or two,
And out and lay our leadership
On country and on town,
Throw likely couples into bed
And knock the others down.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
II
My name is Henry Middleton,
I have a small demesne,
A small forgotten house that's set
On a storm-bitten green.
I scrub its floors and make my bed,
I cook and change my plate,
The post and garden-boy alone
Have keys to my old gate.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Though I have locked my gate on them,
I pity all the young,
I know what devil's trade they learn
From those they live among,
Their drink, their pitch-and-toss by day,
Their robbery by night;
The wisdom of the people's gone,
How can the young go straight?
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
When every Sunday afternoon
On the Green Lands I walk
And wear a coat in fashion.
Memories of the talk
Of henwives and of queer old men
Brace me and make me strong;
There's not a pilot on the perch
Knows I have lived so long.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
III
Come gather round me, players all:
Come praise Nineteen-Sixteen,
Those from the pit and gallery
Or from the painted scene
That fought in the Post Office
Or round the City Hall,
praise every man that came again,
Praise every man that fell.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Who was the first man shot that day?
The player Connolly,
Close to the City Hall he died;
Catriage and voice had he;
He lacked those years that go with skill,
But later might have been
A famous, a brilliant figure
Before the painted scene.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Some had no thought of victory
But had gone out to die
That Ireland's mind be greater,
Her heart mount up on high;
And yet who knows what's yet to come?
For patrick pearse had said
That in every generation
Must Ireland's blood be shed.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
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Initially you were fragrance
Wind used to give me your address
Then you became a name
Streets were known by your footsteps
Then you became eyes
It penetrated my days so badly,
That I had to bury my time
Then…you became a face…and then *******
And this expedition cost me my innocence
And before I could have find a trail
A dense jungle swallowed me.
Now you become, home of a naked tribal man
And whenever people shout your name
I become aware of my nakedness.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
A fluff of feathers
Black and white,
Hide the scrawny scavenger
Whose "Rick, Rick, Rick!"
Identify some place of death,
This careful bandit's visiting.
He leaves outright robbery
To his cousin jay,
And flits,
One disaster to the next,
To see how he may capitalize.
Dead carrion, his usual fodder...
Yet one subzero winter day
I saw a magpie perched
Upon a shivering cow
Belly deep in snow, and
Chilled in minus 30 air,
Peck-scratching through a healing scab
And pulling living flesh away.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
this just in:
a needless road rage killing
a senseless movie theater killing
a pointless middle school shooting
a meaningless ****** suicide
an irrational child homicide
an illogical workplace massacre
a specious robbery shooting
a mistaken identity ******
an inane ****** for hire plot
a random killing of a farm family
a worthless gang related ******
a futile car jacking slaughter
a crazy serial killing
an groundless paperboy shooting
an unnecessary police shooting
an unfounded revenge ******
a juvenile crime gone wrong
a harebrained scheme ending in blood
a mad shooting spree
more at eleven
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
The earth cracked under every step he took,
weighed down with the burdens of tomorrow;
self-involved, caught up in his own sorrow.
See, he wouldn't even bother to look
in the eyes of others, he was a crook,
stealing hope, leaving only the shadow
of a once happy soul, now left hollow.
He's gone through every excuse in the book,
explaining why he has the right to hurt
she who let him be the sun in her sky.
She never let anyone see her cry;
upon seeing weakness, she would revert
to building a wall nobody could climb
or ever break down, protecting her heart.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
Now I'm An UNTOUCHABLE... !!!
UNLIKE.... Cliff Huxtable... !!!
Or YES I Mean... " Bill "... !!!
I'm UNTOUCHABLY... ILL...
When It Comes To My Will... !!!
I Lyrically ****
Well I Hope... NOT **** !!!
But WILL- FULLY Build...
Verse That INSTILS...
UNTOUCHABLE Levels...
of Using Your MENTAL... !!!
Stencilled Pencilled...
... Mental Rhymes....
Kinda Like UNTOUCHABLE Guys...
When It Comes To The Mic... !!!
ME... Well INDEED...
Some Do Believe...
That I Flow My Rhymes Alright...
Now That's A Humble Line...
UNTOUCHABLY Designed...
To Let... YOU Decide...
If I Flow Like MIKE... ?!?
AIR JORDAN Like... !!!!!!
Well ONE THING I'll Claim... !!!
Is That My Wordplay...
Deserves A Place...
In Halls Where Fame...
ONLY HOLD What's GREAT... !!!!!
But Skill On A Mic' Is NOT A Claim...
I... Choose To MAKE... !!!
Because UNTOUCHABLE Names... !!!
DESERVE.... Such PRAISE...
In How They're Viewed...
And That's The TRUTH... !!!!!
I'm UNTOUCHABLE Yeah...
Just Like... " JERU' "... !!!
Because I've Walked Through...
Where... DARKNESS RULES... !!!
But Moved TOO COOL...
For UNTOUCHABLE Crews...
To... Want To PULL...
Their TOOLS And ABUSE...
Because They KNEW...
" Big Virge Is Cool !
AND UNTOUCHABLE Dude ! "
Because I Choose...
To Just... " Hang Loose "...
EVEN WHEN Violence Is Used...
Because of... Moods...
UNTOUCHABLY Crude... !!!
Where IGNORANCE Moves...
To... FEEDING FEUDS... !!!!!
I RISE......... ABOVE.......
So DO NOT Touch...
The... IGNORANT... !!!!!!
Because In TRUTH...
They're UNTOUCHABLE Too... !!!!
Because of How...
Their Energies Sound...
FAR TOO LOUD.... !!!!!!
For Me To Receive... !!!!!!!!
Because Like THIEVES...
They Feed DECEIT And ROBBERY... !!!
of Things I KEEP... UNTOUCHABLE... !!!
Like The Way My CHI...
DENIES These FIENDS...
A Chance of Getting...
TOO CLOSE To....... ME...
UNTOUCHABLE... IS...
The Theme of THIS Piece...
Because YES It's TRUE... !!!!
My Poetry Is UNTOUCHABLY....
A Way For Me To Offer YOU...
A Piece of..... ME.....
A Piece of My Heart...
And YES... My Soul... !!!
Now It Can Get DARK...
Like...... Al Capone...... !!!!!
But Shows MORE LOVE...
Than... GANGSTER Thugs... !!!!
It's More Like... " NESS "... !!!
When I EXPRESS... !!!!!!
NOT ELLIOT....
Or... Loch MONSTER Bred... !!!
I'm Just Blessed With A... NESS...
That Moulds And Blends In...
With......... " FINESSE ".......... !!!!!!!
That's ME... BIG VIRGE... !!!
So My Final Words...
In TRUTH... " ACCEPT "...
That When It Comes To...
... Government...
Their Court Systems...
And FEDERAL Friends...
They'll TRY Their Best... !!!
To Cause... PROBLEMS...
BUT NO Matter WHAT... !?!
They TRY TO.... PULL....
My SPIRIT Will Stay UNCRUSHABLE... !!!
So I'll... ETERNALLY Be...
...... " UNTOUCHABLE "..... !!!
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 1:03 AM UTC
My heart was stolen
Uh, I said I got my heart stolen from a robber
With some high heels on
There’s nothing I could do I couldn’t stop her
From leading me on yeah
Uh It’s a love robbery
Ok the sun was setting; it was picture perfect when I met her
She had me thinking her and I was gonna be together
Forever? Wait hold up you thought this on the first date
Man I know its like she got me hooked right away
I, I couldn’t see it coming like a sucker punch
Took my heart then she’s out that’s a hit and run
Its like I’m at the police department broken hearted
Time to figure out how it started
Uh 5’2 with some attitude
Its all good ‘cause honesty I think its kinda cute
Last seen in a little black dress
Watch out for those eyes ‘cause she’s armed and dangerous
Like bow, hit you with that one shot
Hands up she said give me everything you got
And it’s your dib like it never even happened
She can **** with those looks fatal attraction
Uh, I said I got my heart stolen from a robber
It's a Love Robbery
Okay we got a 2-11 in progress
Suspect is beautiful wanted for heart theft
My baby on the run, hold up why did I call her that
She did me so wrong and I still feel like I want her back
Okay I’m getting it back matter of fact
I’m gonna write it all down in a rap
She thought she loved me
Now she’s just a love thief
I let her in my heart was always open
Now I’m sitting here wondering how she could’ve stole it
Stole it like a stick up stick up then she pulled the trigger
She wore red lipstick and some heels kinda killa
I got love struck hit me good too
Do she love me do she love me not I never knew
But that’s just how it goes when you fall for a heartbreaker
Who’s heart has been broken before
Scared to open the door won’t let nobody in
Yeah but will she ever learn to love again
It’s a love robbery
Yeah <3
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Dr Manmohan Singh is the most honest Prime Minister
Ms Sonia Gandhi is his dearest sister
India is proud of Her Silvery Himalayas
And her Inestimable super scandals
If She is able to progress with such a large scale corruption
Which is as vibrant and furious as volcanic eruption,
Every foreigner must be jealous of her glorious future
If the politicians become a bit patriotic in nature
G2 spectrum is the greatest scandal in India of incredible magnitude
The politicians and the bureaucrats need to be complimented on their fortitude
Mother India is a benign Goddess of great treasure
She can withstand any arson , looting,robbery or exploitation beyond any measure
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 2:18 AM UTC