"seyin" poems - Hello Poetry

Bara roams our streets The ubiquitous grins Vultures circles our skies Our land painted in reds The Folly laughs Bara, Okunrin kukuru, Okunrin gogoro Okunrin peke bi ori atana Esu abani woran bi a orida A yi kondu seyin eleyin O soro ana di moran Koju ti mo. Bara Visits Our water, turned sour His moist hands, he dips in our meal Down he gulps our share Hungry he leaves us. Egunugun keeps watch Praying to Bara for more Orisanla, wisdom we pray for To navigate through these tough times For Bara has come to stay. by Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus

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Apr 23, 2017

Apr 23, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC

Oluwamarc

Bara

Bara roams our streets The ubiquitous grins Vultures circles our skies Our land painted in reds The Folly laughs Bara, Okunrin kukuru, Okunrin gogoro Okunrin peke bi ori atana Esu abani woran bi a orida A yi kondu seyin eleyin O soro ana di moran Koju ti mo. Bara Visits Our water, turned sour His moist hands, he dips in our meal Down he gulps our share Hungry he leaves us. Egunugun keeps watch Praying to Bara for more Orisanla, wisdom we pray for To navigate through these tough times For Bara has come to stay. by Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus

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yea bro i could see prophecy laying on my conscious vividly got enemies in a flee as i tick like a flea penching nerves cant dogde or curve my intellect which selects from semi to auto my frame blowin up like octane no remains cuz that ******* numb my brain straight insane i can hear the rain against my window pane its sunshine and darkness at the same time bust through the rhymes entice crimes once i open my mind pack twin nines while puffin on pine let the bass thump for alpine one time gotta look out scopin with my optics operation ghetto hard to let go of all of the pain as i strain every ounce of this jane man i miss my homies who died and gone but every now and then i hear them through this song wind blows against my temple maybe its my ancestors speakin to me now i got the power of nat turner lookin for my adversaries with the burner uh i create more chaos than Bagdad check the mystics out my Goodie Bag yea yea popped off my collar tag Gave up my house and the jag refused the goodie bag that the government handed me see me I be in hibernation secrecy with all types of weaponry from guns to arrows keep eyes on the sparrow **** the modern day Pharoah even though they want six feet below but my conscious risen awaken opened my mind up from bakin' no Time for fakin' takin' every chance I get to crus corporate ****** then let the maggots feed off there earthly flesh I can attest as I bomb this muthaphukka and put all my adversaries to rest know I'm seyin

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Sep 21, 2016

Sep 21, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Goodie Bag

yea bro i could see prophecy laying on my conscious vividly got enemies in a flee as i tick like a flea penching nerves cant dogde or curve my intellect which selects from semi to auto my frame blowin up like octane no remains cuz that ******* numb my brain straight insane i can hear the rain against my window pane its sunshine and darkness at the same time bust through the rhymes entice crimes once i open my mind pack twin nines while puffin on pine let the bass thump for alpine one time gotta look out scopin with my optics operation ghetto hard to let go of all of the pain as i strain every ounce of this jane man i miss my homies who died and gone but every now and then i hear them through this song wind blows against my temple maybe its my ancestors speakin to me now i got the power of nat turner lookin for my adversaries with the burner uh i create more chaos than Bagdad check the mystics out my Goodie Bag yea yea popped off my collar tag Gave up my house and the jag refused the goodie bag that the government handed me see me I be in hibernation secrecy with all types of weaponry from guns to arrows keep eyes on the sparrow **** the modern day Pharoah even though they want six feet below but my conscious risen awaken opened my mind up from bakin' no Time for fakin' takin' every chance I get to crus corporate ****** then let the maggots feed off there earthly flesh I can attest as I bomb this muthaphukka and put all my adversaries to rest know I'm seyin

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Watch out for the agenda And the political crew Lets just say they represent SATANS Zoo Wake up because we ******* galore To many youngin' hittin' floor Minds gone society gone Guns is blown Another body in the funeral home They say color dont matter ? But all i see is red Once the flesh is cut we emotionally shattered the world is bruised n battered See the picture i lainted better Than Van Gogh But too many innovators entice To the dough O yea watch back cuz they quick to glue Stick minorities to crimes Thats not related to you So cool demons surrounding n houndin' Me how could this be? If this is a holy society? Popes are molesters churches are imitators Of God how odd is that ? Pack a gat in my 82 cadillac Big grill spinnin smalls wheels vogues appeal O so real Ya know cant play a fake cant shake The pain i hear the thunder clouds of pain It's too.much of us livin' in vain Now what im seyin' the strain Its like that now peep the game like that now get the humps up out ya back yea i still embrace the gat cuz the city ****** so i gotta get witty nitty in the gritty i seen a starvin babe leechin' on his mommas ******* but she half dead babe cryin' look into her eyes and you can tell she was a ****** **** how could this be its my society givin' drugs to the community cant escape the rain or the pain just a little **** on my brain coca leafs to puff on henney and the boones farm dont sway from the good stay close to the hood even though we got good times n bad times kickin' dope rhymes no punchlines just sayin' whats on my mind i wish i could bless the world really doe not have to front a show just get some dough that boy jesus lived thirty three in a half years aint neva have a job just twelves homies rollin' through the breeze rocks cryin' water turns into red wine and miracles happen in mysterious ways still hopin' for better days radiate my soul chillin' unda the sun beam rays feel me????

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Oct 9, 2016

Oct 9, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Art of Rhythm

Watch out for the agenda And the political crew Lets just say they represent SATANS Zoo Wake up because we ******* galore To many youngin' hittin' floor Minds gone society gone Guns is blown Another body in the funeral home They say color dont matter ? But all i see is red Once the flesh is cut we emotionally shattered the world is bruised n battered See the picture i lainted better Than Van Gogh But too many innovators entice To the dough O yea watch back cuz they quick to glue Stick minorities to crimes Thats not related to you So cool demons surrounding n houndin' Me how could this be? If this is a holy society? Popes are molesters churches are imitators Of God how odd is that ? Pack a gat in my 82 cadillac Big grill spinnin smalls wheels vogues appeal O so real Ya know cant play a fake cant shake The pain i hear the thunder clouds of pain It's too.much of us livin' in vain Now what im seyin' the strain Its like that now peep the game like that now get the humps up out ya back yea i still embrace the gat cuz the city ****** so i gotta get witty nitty in the gritty i seen a starvin babe leechin' on his mommas ******* but she half dead babe cryin' look into her eyes and you can tell she was a ****** **** how could this be its my society givin' drugs to the community cant escape the rain or the pain just a little **** on my brain coca leafs to puff on henney and the boones farm dont sway from the good stay close to the hood even though we got good times n bad times kickin' dope rhymes no punchlines just sayin' whats on my mind i wish i could bless the world really doe not have to front a show just get some dough that boy jesus lived thirty three in a half years aint neva have a job just twelves homies rollin' through the breeze rocks cryin' water turns into red wine and miracles happen in mysterious ways still hopin' for better days radiate my soul chillin' unda the sun beam rays feel me????

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