"robbin" poems
*We lose so much talent to addiction
Some of you may not care, but I do
This is my tribute to them*
**Alan Wilson
Canned Heat
Jimi Hendrix
The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Janis Joplin
Jim Morrison
The Doors
Brian Cole
The Association
Billy Murcia
New York Dolls
Danny Whitten
Crazy Horse
Gram Parsons
The Stooges
Gary Thain
Uriah Heep
Elvis Presley
Gregory Herbert
Blood, Sweat & Tears
Keith Moon
The Who
Sid Vicious
*** Pistols
Lowell George
Little Feat
Jimmy McCulloch
Wings
John Bonham
Led Zeppelin
Darby Crash
Germs
James Honeyman-Scott
Pretenders
Pete Farndon
Pretenders
Paul Gardiner
Tubeway Army
Gary Holton
Heavy Metal Kids
Phil Lynott
Thin Lizzy
Andrew Wood
Mother Love Bone
Brent Mydland
Grateful Dead
Steve Clark
Def Leppard
Johnny Thunders
New York Dolls
David Ruffin
The Temptations
Kristen Pfaff
Hole
Shannon Hoon
Blind Melon
Bradley Nowell
Sublime
John Kahn
Jerry Garcia Band
Jonathan Melvoin
The Smashing Pumpkins
Billy Mackenzie
Associates
West Arkeen
The Outpatience
Nick Traina
Link 80
John Baker Saunders
Mad Season
Bobby Sheehan
Blues Traveler
Wes Berggren
Tripping Daisy
Allen Woody
The Allman Brothers Band
Carl Crack
Atari Teenage Riot
Layne Staley
Alice in Chains/Mad Seasons
Kurt Cobain
Nirvana
Dee Dee
Ramones
Robbin Crosby
Ratt
John Entwistle
The Who
Howie Epstein
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Jeremy Michael Ward
De Facto
Tim Hemensley
GOD
Dave Schulthise
The Dead Milkmen
Rick James
Kevin DuBrow
Quiet Riot
Ike Turner
Gidget Gein
Marilyn Manson
Jay Bennett
Wilco
Michael Jackson
The Rev
Avenged Sevenfold
Paul Gray
Slipknot
Mike Starr
Alice in Chains
Amy Winehouse**
*We are not bad people, we just have bad ways
Yet, not many understand*
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
We already know she be bobbin fur some Baskin Robbin's
coppin,
floppin,
n nockin fur a cockin.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
*Murderous rampage avoided, I spare you the shame
But got ya crew duckin’ for cover with the troops I deploy
Yellin’ and shootin’ at each other, no longer a game
But more a rumble in the jungle, better run jungle boy
It’s Brotha Cyrus on the dock, I’m the loch ness
Scorchin’ the earth with all my hotness, see you sweat on the block
I’m the reason for lemonade stands, you better be chillin’
Population feelin’ the tension like a storybook villain
Robbin’ a pharmacy? Can’t afford medication?
Well pay the price to emulate cuz I ain’t givin’ advice
I ain’t a teacher but I educate, you speculate
How can a playa get any bigger with the lack of a vice?
Inspiration came from the West
Cause my writin’ is lyrical
The swagger came from the East
Come in and join in the feast
With heavy steps I walk the earth
Disturbin’ ya peace, you in danger
Anger eruptin’, showin’ greatness since birth
I feel like 20 million dollars, defyin’ the physics
Better behave in my mansion ‘fore I limit ya visits
Ya girl gave me her digits… my bad, terrible timin’
I'm half amazin' thanks to credible rhymin'.*
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 2:48 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
The truth is the truth *****
I rather a lie,
Living forever sounds better
Than everybody dies
Cause the truth is the
Truth ***** so just lie
Say you'll see me soon
Even if it's a final good bye
Similar to parents lies
About a kids Xmas gift
Cause more enchanting
Is the idea that Santa exists
Good old st nick
Catholics have it best
Cause heaven sounds good
As no one wants death
Like mutual break ups
Everyone knows ain't mutual
Tell the ugly duckling that
One day she will be beautiful
Tell tall tales of Atlantis
Or a fountain of youth
Tell Pinocchio he's a real boy
....Anything but the truth
Toothfairys for a tooth
Easters famous bunny
Tell Christopher Robbin no delusion
Made Winnie the pooh eating honey
Cause in truth it's funny
The truth ain't that funny
Say the best things in life are
Free and we need no money
Cause everyday is sunny
Who u love will love u back
Family and best friends will
Never never ever stab u in the back
tell me my career wont match
my social status and ill en-devour
the same respect as a rich man
tell me love is forever
And if not it ends without pain
and will tell everyone its mutual...
Tell the ugly duckling that soon.....
soon.....it will be beautiful.....
but the truth is
The truth ***** so I'll pretend
This is just the poems beginning cuz
good things don't come to an end....
...But The truth is....
...the truth *****
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Life started out rough
As a baby
All I knew was **** brothers
So I had to be tough
Daddy gone
Momma was strong
Did everything to keep me right
But I always ended up in a fight
Mind ain't right
Cuz my heart fearless
No tears held my anger
Felt no love to a mated stranger
Entice to danger
Quick with my left like Tyson
I aimmin for ya eye
When I connect
With these thangs I slang
And if all else fails
I grab the tools ya know the rules
Snatchin' jewels
Like a nine to five
Robbin' was the only way to survive
Seen my first dead body
By the age of five
Ever since then I knew I was born
A ghetto child
Stuck in wild heart tryna reach out
But I can't find grief to let it out
So I'm quarrel keep a loaded barrel
Battlin' this system Modern day Pharoah?
I'm trapped with no where to go
Stuck in the mix life's a ***** *****
World full of misery don't blame me
Though Only god can Judge me!!
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
We never flex..
we never rest..
I learned to live with no regrets..
like nahh I ain't seen them yet..
they never come over to visit..
I still **** wit my ******
Tryna teach something and roll something everyday..
willing to listen all ways..
from every direction we tryna get paid..
I am the master of my own fate..
no slave ships just yacht days..
whips and chains just to misbehave..
Runnin for gold tryna overcome the maze..
still blasting joy and pain..
like everyday..
balance ..
the weight I lift on my shoulders ..
boulders, a country and a couple mountains..
but who's counting ...
unless it's the money..
she said I changed when I ain't want the change on me..
let em have it..
it's good to be a blessing to those who don't have it..
cause if I didn't ...
I know **** well I would grasp it..
I'm tryna show time I am magic..
yellow Porsche carrera 911 package
wood grain and all black leather lavish
staring at the world in my rear view blasting
On the gas mashin..
never ever crashin..
smooth sailing wit plenty cabbage..
she tell me slow down take my time..
I said I been Robbin all my life..
I think Ima take advantage of tonight..
DJ quik and some sprite..
future stick talk and hella yellow rice..
siracha in the marinade?
Nice..
we just livin life right?
We Can't afford to think twice..
so we got paid to think wise..
So we Chase our visions and sights..
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
rapping with rappers on the radio
filling the gaps with extra lyric
mapping the sappy way they pretend
and offering 16 beats a breath like a boss
rick ross looks lost when handed floss
and jay z is crazy lazy in May, maybe cause Beyoncé’s
bounce house lacks compressed air
and the weave in her hair ads to the growing despair
like Dr. Dre cares about flared out khakis while Rakeem’s
grill gleams like flava flavs time piece –
b-boy stylin while in the dance hall
and balla’s with creased collars
throw dolla’s at bithces locked in the twerk
jerkin off in the corner lil kim seems thin
since aids came to play
and fat joe and heavy d sit with harps
lookin down at the crowd jumpin around
they floatin on **** clouds proudly
snoop’s pound frowns at clowns
tryin to be down
but really just hangin around
like the Mississippi mounds
poundin ***** like Tupac on acid
and that lil goblin from hotlanta
actin like he steady mobbing
they robbin the hood for goods and services
while talking **** to easily impressed suburb kids
acting like they got a message
but only KRS got anything to say
and that was just the one time
chuck d and that insane griff
talkin mad crap about gay rappers
and casting couch happenings
has me reacting like maybe I need to a new faction
cause I ain’t into none of eminem’s new action
and poor ole busta
nuts bein busted
in those funky *** dreads –
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 5:18 PM 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
I need to start driving with a tape recorder
with the words of artists bathing me in contemplation
some living, some unfortunately fortunate to be gone
like some twisted Robbin Hood of poetry
I eat their words, letting them fill me up,
and then photographic flashes of images
come tumbling out of me
Is there such a thing as freestyle poetry battles?
because for every poem I write
I lose twenty or so to the dead smoke filled air
my mouth forming shapes and vocal vibrations
create a stream of sacred sacrilegious words
and I speak them out to the God of all scribblers
like a possessed religious experience
touching the pure face of the divine
I only mourn my lost poems
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
T*here was plenty cats who could ****** a quarter offa backboard,*
They used to say up at Happy Warrior,
*But the Goat was the only one
Who could float so long that he could leave change*,
And then they’d slap each other on the back,
Laughin' until they couldn’t breathe.
Some folks still tell the story, old timers—hell, old men now,
But they don’t laugh much no more, because they all know the story;
Ain’t one of those things where people ask Whatever became of...
Like a Boobie Tucker or Funny Kitt, because Earl was a myth, see,
A neighborhood Icarus, but one with moments of doubt
The pusher, all loud clothes and soft smooth voices,
Played Earl and played him to his weak hand.
*College coach ain’t gonna push for no brother
Who ain’t got the grades,
No matter how much lift he got.
Then what, man?
You gonna hang outside the park, leanin’ on the fence,
Some old man whose name used to get you respect?
**** man, you think you can fly?
Man, I got somethin’ make you fly.*
The pusher baited and Earl hit the hook hard;
Wasn’t long before he was noddin’ on corners
Like some old **** wino,
Pretty soon a stint Upstate after he botched robbin’ some bar,
Then a long slow slide until he died.
The Hawk, Alcindor, The Pearl—they knew he was the man,
Best ever according to Lew, and man how he flew,
But the streets have their own peculiar physics
And the rim ain’t nothing but ten feet off the ground.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
Fire isle ferry,
cherry
fizzy-pop surprise
tutti frutti flave
umbrellas
lick tequila salted skies
Soaked in lemon, seaside breeze
strolling hand in hand
Fleeting footprints fade so fast
on Robbin's Rested
sand
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 11:14 PM UTC
oh lord
the sky
bluer
than
a robbin's egg
when
you
color my world
upon
the
blue carousel
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
Pushed out of the nest,
Birds live in free flight,
Death or life,
They cannot rest.
Somewhere,
A blue jay lives in adolescence,
Binded by love and refusing to leave,
His mother grows tired,
In weary fashion she hates her peeve,
“Learn to live my love,”
She kicks him free.
Somewhere,
A pink robbin lives in adolescence,
Blinded by love and choosing to stay,
Her mother grows tired,
“Please you must learn to go away,”
Returning to others,
“You cannot make me leave,”
Her mother in a feather flurry,
Kicks her free,
She must deal with this pain,
This is her reprieve.
Feathers fall,
Lonely nights await,
Blue Jay has grown tall,
Walking away he has learned to live,
“Pink Robbin, why do you call?”
Blinded, ****** but okay,
Pink Robbin stays in place,
Horrid mess,
She has chosen to fade away.
Pushed out of the nest,
Birds learn to live,
Choosing not to rest,
Choose death or life.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC
Yea the government is always talking **** on street soldiers,
**** they don't even know us.
When gang crimes are at there highest, available jobs are at there lowest.
Crime is the only way for some of us to make it day to day,
a criminal record and a toung spittin hate, at a continuous rate ain't no way to get government funds or paid by the state.
But what am I supposed to do during the mandatory minimum of 30 days for compensation.
am I supposed to do right by this nation? not steel to eat as my homies fall to there feet, Bein shot by police due to there desperation , persperation wettin there skin as they contemplatin robbin fools for just enough money for some food cuz we survivors and we willing to live even if it means we have to take it
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
I’ve always imagined
Your house
Robbin’s egg blue
Just like your eyes
I’ve always imagined
Your mom
Cracked but beautiful
Just like your smile
I’ve always imagined
Your dad
Forward but shy
Just like your walk
I’ve always imagined
Your room
A melancholy type of old fashioned
Just like your soul
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
"I never felt as free
that summer
5 friends drinking beer
at the lake by the railroad tracks...
...the leaves were frozen on the trees.
the snow covered road
and a Robbin above
and the hawk dropped from nowhere
and the robbin fell into the snow, dead...
another puff and i go
deeper into dream.
"she was almost pretty.
the right touch of almost pretty."
sadness walks into the room.
I'm talking to the walls.
"summer and we held hands.
the moon lit the path
down to the river
and the days uncounted
and i had walked the high wire without a net.
all I ask is don't tell anyone
I know her,
eyes as black as coal
and with her heart of stone
she bites to the bone
but her sad eyes had looked so pretty to me and..."
and sadness tells me,
but most times it s just the luck of the draw.
"and when she smiled,
that crooked little smile...
sadness grins,
walks around the room.
"I was never as free...
...she was almost pretty.
the kind of almost pretty
you fall in love with.
please, don't tell her i love her."
standing in the corner
looking into the mirror
sadness says,
"it was just a bad dream."
author's note:
(...I just loved
the way "gargoyles and ***** dreams" sounded... gargoyles
does not have anything to do with the poem, but what the heck)
"or does it," smiles sadness, "seems like old times,"
and sadness winks at me.
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 11:22 AM UTC