"shug" poems - Hello Poetry

two hustlers in the music scene **** life & the means to swing rap in the way it used to be making sweet magic & history gone are the days we used to wake up in a purple haze kissing second cousin falling in a daze like a mouse that's stuck in a maze shattered dreams things don't seem what they mean stick a fork in me cause I'm done soon I'll be off to run as a young homeboy in the hood busting sweet rhymes like I knew he should wouldn't care in what they said or did busting out with a cherry bomb under a garbage van lid ***** ain't nothing but meat on the bone I'll **** it, I'll **** it, I'll leave it alone Sound the alarm cause I'm out shooting blanks Two hoods in the hip hop scene producer Shug Knight can get awful mean Falling head long at the seams Living in the land of mean The freaks come out at night out of sight Riding in there Benz popping on Depends shattered dreams evil schemes things don't seem what they mean See you on the flip side squeeze I'm going to pray to God it will knock you to your knees The bees sugar is honey and honey is sweet I got these cool rhymes buzzing from my head down to my feet Biggie & Tu may have bitten off far more then they could chew Nothing knew both had high top mansions Silver dollars with no ransom They both had left a legacy See the new movie out going down in history R.I.P. my friends see you in heaven looking down For now I'll still listen to your tracks with no frown

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Jun 17, 2017

Jun 17, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC

mario-william-vitale

Biggie & Tu

two hustlers in the music scene **** life & the means to swing rap in the way it used to be making sweet magic & history gone are the days we used to wake up in a purple haze kissing second cousin falling in a daze like a mouse that's stuck in a maze shattered dreams things don't seem what they mean stick a fork in me cause I'm done soon I'll be off to run as a young homeboy in the hood busting sweet rhymes like I knew he should wouldn't care in what they said or did busting out with a cherry bomb under a garbage van lid ***** ain't nothing but meat on the bone I'll **** it, I'll **** it, I'll leave it alone Sound the alarm cause I'm out shooting blanks Two hoods in the hip hop scene producer Shug Knight can get awful mean Falling head long at the seams Living in the land of mean The freaks come out at night out of sight Riding in there Benz popping on Depends shattered dreams evil schemes things don't seem what they mean See you on the flip side squeeze I'm going to pray to God it will knock you to your knees The bees sugar is honey and honey is sweet I got these cool rhymes buzzing from my head down to my feet Biggie & Tu may have bitten off far more then they could chew Nothing knew both had high top mansions Silver dollars with no ransom They both had left a legacy See the new movie out going down in history R.I.P. my friends see you in heaven looking down For now I'll still listen to your tracks with no frown

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Tupac Shakur in my opinion was the greatest poet of our time, nursed from his calling a real rap star... He left our world far too soon yet he is never forgotten he lives in the hearts of his adoring fans to sleep to dream through steel unawares the chosen vessel pressed through the ****** of time a vestibule toward a couple left long ago barbed wire fences latent refusal of meager defenses there's glory in the escape hearken the minutes the hours set in tone embrace the water gone alone, in certain begotten place we may steal take a look at the twilight upon the hill there tormented cause to regain an instant tight injury minus the flame embark on a revolution so very plain mark the man willing to explore the plains of the dunes on the Cape rejoice laughter the panther rest its nearly gruesome head blood forsaken blood the chamber torn to death deep onto deep the pages have turned you are the final nail until my coffin look long in the garden Johnny Rotten nature knows what's embraced every single day crushed cement with a red rose stand the flight of pain Tupac's final flame heavy is the light left to St. Peter gone in flight, Tupac witness to, "Keep Your Head Up".... march of the wooden soldiers rap invades first into the intellectual embraces the day with words given into a sought after hemp learn to relax The Smurf's and Strawberry short cake kids in the company of the cabbage patch kids boil royal thirst is done, memories of the coast that screams fry doe and everyone screams in the company of a heightened remedy boxed in the light of eggs and potatoes Momma dearest momma show forth your flame into eager desire was Tupac's drill meet the marching orders from a blast from the past Shug got his in prison with a good reason Tupac was my hero so here we go

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Nov 4, 2018

Nov 4, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC

mario-william-vitale

Tupac was my hero so here we go

Tupac Shakur in my opinion was the greatest poet of our time, nursed from his calling a real rap star... He left our world far too soon yet he is never forgotten he lives in the hearts of his adoring fans to sleep to dream through steel unawares the chosen vessel pressed through the ****** of time a vestibule toward a couple left long ago barbed wire fences latent refusal of meager defenses there's glory in the escape hearken the minutes the hours set in tone embrace the water gone alone, in certain begotten place we may steal take a look at the twilight upon the hill there tormented cause to regain an instant tight injury minus the flame embark on a revolution so very plain mark the man willing to explore the plains of the dunes on the Cape rejoice laughter the panther rest its nearly gruesome head blood forsaken blood the chamber torn to death deep onto deep the pages have turned you are the final nail until my coffin look long in the garden Johnny Rotten nature knows what's embraced every single day crushed cement with a red rose stand the flight of pain Tupac's final flame heavy is the light left to St. Peter gone in flight, Tupac witness to, "Keep Your Head Up".... march of the wooden soldiers rap invades first into the intellectual embraces the day with words given into a sought after hemp learn to relax The Smurf's and Strawberry short cake kids in the company of the cabbage patch kids boil royal thirst is done, memories of the coast that screams fry doe and everyone screams in the company of a heightened remedy boxed in the light of eggs and potatoes Momma dearest momma show forth your flame into eager desire was Tupac's drill meet the marching orders from a blast from the past Shug got his in prison with a good reason Tupac was my hero so here we go

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But he hijacks your mind, you see - you start thinking in pithy vignettes and seeing ancient injustice in a drunkard's bloodshot eyes The universal in the particular - God, aye! Sheep as avatars for all society and majesty in language as it's spoken, and heard. Then you imagine him hiding other poets' books behind his own in Waterstone's in Dumfries, and remember - he's as human as you, thank ****

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Jul 27, 2019

Jul 27, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC

alan-mcclure

Not trying to be Shug

But he hijacks your mind, you see - you start thinking in pithy vignettes and seeing ancient injustice in a drunkard's bloodshot eyes The universal in the particular - God, aye! Sheep as avatars for all society and majesty in language as it's spoken, and heard. Then you imagine him hiding other poets' books behind his own in Waterstone's in Dumfries, and remember - he's as human as you, thank ****

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the hand that took a hold on the shape to stimulate the other’s growth is more able to cherish than the one that took a hold on the shape to keep the fleshly desires in place realization like E.T. phone home thank you woman of God to **** the alienation within space and bring us back to sense you loved best you allowed me and us to grow

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Jun 20, 2020

Jun 20, 2020 at 6:07 AM UTC

amba-1

sister shug

the hand that took a hold on the shape to stimulate the other’s growth is more able to cherish than the one that took a hold on the shape to keep the fleshly desires in place realization like E.T. phone home thank you woman of God to **** the alienation within space and bring us back to sense you loved best you allowed me and us to grow

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