"sinnin" poems
[Verse 1: MGK]
This ain't no halo over my head *****
But dear God can you forgive the sinnin'
For everything that I did since the beginnin'
Because the devil around me so much
That you would think I got a death wish
Yeah, and the voices in my head get louder
Watchin' my career disappear like powder
Wish I could rewind those hours and get my life back
Strike that, hanging on this **** like a life jacket
**** rappin', I was really livin' everything I was spittin'
***** what's happenin'
Fights daily, nights crazy dream chasin' till the drugs came
I was choppin' up them ******* like Jason
Had a ************* face layin' on the cold pavement
Wake up take 'em now I feel sane
Spendin' every penny in the studio slayin'
Me and my mob workin' any odd job
Prayin' this little dream was gonna feed our babies
Save me Lord, save me Lord, what the **** is this curse you gave me Lord
Everybody think I finally made it Lord, but all I am is now is a slave my God
[Hook:]
This ain't no halo...
Revelations says if people wipe every tear from their eyes than death shall be no more, neither shall their be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore for the former things have passed away, EST 4 Life ************
[Verse 2: MGK]
Put that halo around my neck, *****
And give me death
I'm 22 and this 22 on my left, God bless
Maybe I'll finally see
Maybe they'll return what's originally mine because finder's keep
Maybe I will be great, and this voice of mine was designed to be the finest key
But, I'm losing faith, everyday they got news to break
Like my single flopped, and now I ain't hot
And they don't know if I'm ever gonna see the light of day
My labels mad or my albums bad or you ain't livin' up to the hype we thought you had
Or I lost a fan or I'm in cuffs again and meanwhile I ain't there to be my daughters dad
**** what's left for me? because I don't ever want to become a celebrity
I don't want anyone to feel less than me so put your camera down and stand next to me
Right here, EST, everyone stand together
And if I ever RIP than I know everything I stand for's forever, lace up!
[Hook:]
This ain't no halo...
And when you play this song, hold your head high, ************ don't ever look down, be comfortable with who you are, our flaws are what makes us perfect
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Golden olive arab eyes
Gods only know that look belies
Raw emotions there residing
A force, to rival time or tide
Or maybe just a passing thought of passion from ago
Anadulterated love or hate
Her capacity for each, so great
Mercurial, maternal journal
Of passing days with eyes alit
On fire, in frenzy, champs at bit
Or maybe she'll just dance
Or sing a song, puff on her ****
Shes fine as **** in nets or thong
But classy, unlike wiry roughnecks
Trying to tag along
My goddess of the cradle,
She'll send me to my grave
From hair breaths,
A hairs breadth before I drown in satin
Her love shines through like bright white linen,
She lights me up
In prayers, in sinnin
Frantically, she gives her all
She spends herself
Heeds every call
For help they ask and ask and take
Dont tell her that love conquers all
She knows thats ****
And shes no doll of fragile porcelain,
She'll fall and bounce right back but better
Howd i ******* go and get her
To fall for me, cause im no catch
A schlub from that ol black gold patch
An angel, just like Lucifer
Was, upon a time
She sees in me what I can't see
And when those eyes are cast on me
I wither like the ashes of burnt paper
Or my life
I hope some day she'll let me (if i were her, i wouldnt, bet me)
Make my queen my love-ed wife
...
J Nc 12-31-19
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
We are a bad design
For example;
A vain person disgusted with the same person in every reflection
What insane being had the unmitigated gall to be insertin' that complication into a person
Self-deprivation an infection of a mind nurtured from inception
Do I even need to mention the who, what, where, why and when of my formation
...I've heard it said over and over again...
It's the creator of all creation, although I don't know where they're getting their information
I've read Genesis through Revolutions over and over again, no revelation
A costly salvation, so much rejection for every little infraction
Never seen an open invitation with so much expectation
...not a single one of us are getting in...
We're designed to sin due to his lust for "discipline" lookin' down at the chaos with a menacing grin
A master of manipulation, the "do what I say not what I do" origin
If he's who we're based on then he's who the worst of you see in your reflection
"God is good" should be turned into a question though I understand the hesitation
...I know the fear it's based in...
Not even a good god adaptation, parts of old religion taken and added to your own doctrine
Each page of "his words" a contradiction of the last no matter the translation
It's always been, it's not just now going through a mutation
Under face value it's basic power retention, not somethin' they'll be changin'
...you're in for a rude awakenin'...
Be smart, search your mind not your heart, that's only for circulation
It's lifespan based on repetition, same mission as the Reverend and fellow brethren
This whole things a set up, a con, a lie that people won't stop spreadin'
And if the threat of eternal damnation is the only thing keepin' you from sinnin' then listen
...those morals are set by an immoral faction...
©2023
Dec 29, 2023
Dec 29, 2023 at 2:47 PM UTC
i think we all addicted
prescriberd like lil sick kids
depressed for only fitted
new era for the news
to get bull **** for the twisted
mini van is two in front and get ******
took gin and juice but sniffed it
glue shoved and huffed
a bag
no lunch
asked to twix it or maybe captain crunch
take a break
chit chat with satan who offers a kit kat
say please satan stand back
demons with a stare notorious
b
i
g
glare
my eyes riding spines
backless lines
one word lies
as she gets shifted
christmas feelings the only part not gifted
reverons speaking one words up lifting
g
o
d
is a new prescription
because our days they are so limited like edition
section or fiction
a book did not quite fit him
becaue he was more interseted in women
who taught pain and sour living
taking faith that was not giving
spread hate as if they sinnin
then grinning
blasphemy is the only one listening
as to see every one living the way they sinnin
eating the plates they skimming
treating favors as dares to forbidden
that is so insignificant
of our innocent
oh so delicate
like a rebel or maybe a filiment
that leading the path with light and a laugh
the joker the midnight toker
taught take the money and run
you sure ******* cuss alot for a nun
teach our children that *** is fun
its weird how ignorant we all feel when its all said and done
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
I messed up
I get it I'm so stupid oh I messed up.
So foolish loving vapors that's not real love.
I try to make my self good
My good is Like a filthy rag
I'm guilty all this thinking got me caught up.
Wait a minute let me get it now I'm ****** off
I'm dripping from my sinnin forgive me love.
I need you more then what I say to clean this mess up
I'm the mess up.
I try to make my self good
My good is Like a filthy rag.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
Warning! This poem contains foul language and the subject matter is intended for those who share my warped sense of humor (or humour for my European friends). If you are easily offended or devoutly religious, you should probably skip this one. That said, my apologies to Dr. Seuss.
And all the Hos knew there
was something quite odd
about this strange little
self-professed servant
of God
Father Xmas
Every ** down in Hoville
liked ******* a lot
but the Priest who lived
just north of Hoville did not
The Priest hated *******
(at least with the women)
He much preferred cute
little boys for his sinnin'
Why he was so nasty
and hateful and sly
I guess no one really
could understand why
Some said he was born
with only one ball
Some said that his shorts
were two sizes too small
But whatever the reason
his shorts or his *****
He hated the Hos
both the tall and the small
'When the clocks strike eleven
I know just what they’ll do
They will take off their clothes
and commence a ** screw'
'And they’ll ***** and they’ll *****
till their screwers are sore
Then they’ll all take a break
and start ******** some more'
And the more the Priest thought
of the Hos and their ********
the more the priest thought
'they must stop what they're doing'
'I could call the police
Have them taken to jail'
But the Hos knew good lawyers
and would quickly make bail
'Then they’d all wander home
and resume the ** *******
They’d resume the ** hand jobs
They’d resume the ** sucking'
Then he threw up his hands
and said 'Oh what the Hell!
If I fancied ***** I’d be
******** as well'
So the Priest left the Hos
to their ****** ploys
and he climbed into bed
with two altar boys.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
My mind is hurtin'
from the words that were said
I can see your body
still imprinted in your bed
memories gone by
thinkin' they are dead
45 years of a sinnin' life
and my veins have all been bled
I had three children
and he was the other one
the only two men I'd ever love
turned out to be my only sons
I was a lovin' Mother
I was a lovin' wife
the only two things that
I got right
in this... God-forsaken life
Hey Heaven
won't you open up that pearly gate
I'm hoping there's still a chance for us
and you & I
can end this hate
No I ain't no Holy Roller
and I know that it's your thing
But every once in a while
you
might wanna...hear me sing
I sang to you darlin'
when you were just a boy
when everything in life
looked like another toy
I wrote down those lyrics
in a favorite ol' song book
so I hope you open it up tonight
and give our life,
a second look...
Hey Heaven
won't you open up those pearly gates
he's standing in the front
so tall at six foot eight
Oh, I ain't no Holy Roller
but I'm askin' of the king
if I can join the angels
when they come to you and sing
I'm tired of wasting
and our time is growing old
I got more to say dear
our stories should be told
was ready for the lake of fire
and hopin' for the land of gold
I'm raising voices
and I'm not the only one
you and I we share this sound
and it's been a real good run
sang country, blues and rockin' roll
hell...
it was a lotta' fun
I sang for my lovers
and I sang for my friends
times so sweet that I recall
remindin' me of when
I'm askin' as I go,
and I'd do it all again
Hey Heaven
won't you open up those pearly gates
I hope you're not closing
I hope I'm not coming late
No...I ain't no Holy Roller
but you know
I can't stop this thing
and every once in a while
I see you when you smile
and I know you like...
to hear me sing
Cherie Nolan 2016
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
Wake up to the roar of the sirens
Down on the ground a poor corpse is lying
Here comes the ambulance all in a rush
Because just like gravity all he needed was a push
Now he wakes up but not at the golden gates
No one's showing up; maybe God was late
But when he finally came it was Satan instead
"Sir it does appear that your *** is dead!
But don't worry your poor little mind *** youre not to blame
It was me who had you like a puppet. You were playing my game!
So now if you'd gladly give me your soul, I have for you a new purpose. Yes, a new role! Since you have such a fixation with Death how bout for a day I let you be him yourself! You won't be wearing any tarnished old robes. You'll look like your normal self as "normal" goes. You'll happily slay all who've betrayed you. All of the souls that have misguided and played you. When I'm all full and are satisfied with my feast, I'll let you off free. I'm not that much of a beast! I'm really quite a nice guy now go have some fun. I'll let you know when your job is done."
Out of hell the young man had risen
Scythe in hand it was time for some SINNIN'
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
.. can i talk to u for a mintue ?
u c i got this problem i cant stop sinnin
constantly sippin in this liquor im swimmin
injecting my venom in trifling *** women
estilo derranged do u like? are u grinning?
can i b ur savior and lift up ur spirit?
burning slow till i slowly diminish..
and wats left u can keep cuz baby im finished ..
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
My ex kinda reminds me of my dad.
Their so ****** similiar, in my head i think its sad.
Two playas in the past tryin to change for their women.
But behind their backs they doin dirt and steady sinnin.
Not knowin what they have, ****** around with the past,
Cant give up their old ways, its to much to ask.
Cant give up the women, they need more then one.
Cant stick to commitment, one day and they done.
Playin with our heart, thinkin its fun.
****** over a bunch of girls, now they all cautious,
Duckin and dodgein when they see a chick they called it off with.
Miserable in their sleep dreamin of women huntin for revenge,
Rethinkin in their heads its time to trade the playa card in.
To bad thats not enough,
Next day that **** is dust,
Hiding stuff in they phone wonderin why we dont trust.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Blasphemy, blasphemy in the city of Rhapsody
Casualties, casualties increased in number, they plunder
Gold chains, gold rings, and hoes
******* up on their nose
Knives and bullet holes
Liquor fumes run out there pores
Another round it's time to pour
Ball, and steal the ones you love
Grim, like reapers, scythe laying in the trunk
So rowdy, you getting punked
Get out the house, get on the funk
I am, I am the kid who is stacking dollars
I be, I be the one they call the POWER
Stealing from yall' what is no ones
So I came to ball and unfold them
Ace of spades, I be rubbing on the jin
So dam turnt I do now know how it can be sin
She is fire, infernos desire, my mind admires, her waterfall I acquire
I just want that hot verse and that choir
Encore, encore I think I want more
Just like Ceasar, man's brain gets distorted
Because they hoeing, because the gold and drugs that come, people change when you got that dolla huh?
People change, People change, when you got that dolla huh?
Huh?
I be, I be a one man choir
Look at all these ******* in the game. 'Bout to grab that empire
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
good
rid
dunce
i broke it up not to pre
nounce
what does satan do when he gets ripped off by he coke deal buy an ounce
thats the exact reason why i cant fill this *****
you said only take whats given
but id rather live and deal with sinnin
so you know there is still work to be done
living life is happy when you're ******* a nun
treat her to dinner or go finger the sun
youll get burnt by either so why lose the fun
its a favor and its been for granted
lets leave her name down as planted
its stuck as tho my ink can manage
taped to my heart like a bandage
anchored to my soul ive been drowned *****
pull the ******* plug because im now damaged
finished now start as if he planned this
its temper does flare
as those lucky spineless dentures stare
im sorry to disrepute the oldie
but ***** could drive a fast in a fourty if it was for thee
to be on time
but it was for me
it was a trigger and finger that she will now never adore he
good
rid
dunce
i broke it up not to pre
nounce
what does satan do when he gets ripped off by he coke deal buy an ounce
thats the exact reason why i cant fill this when it counts
you said only take whats given
but id rather live and deal with sinnin
so you know there is still work to be done
living life is happy when you're ******* a nun
treat her to dinner or go finger the sun
youll get burnt by either so why lose the fun
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
*
we the dwellers on this earth
not even aware of life's worth
the kings 'n' queens of hearts
do not recognize the true arts
just bein' busy chasin' desires
no realisin' that once all retires
we the rulers of whatever likes
blind to the Power that strikes
we to disobey His commandin'
the more pretendin' overtakin'
as we lack every understandin'
we to choose to remain sinnin'
before devotin' into submittin'
we the ones that are mistakin'
*..love always...
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 24/08/1436**
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
Awake At Night
I'm In The Dark
I Want To Hang Now
Hang My Self
Or Hang Out
Kundini Rising
I Feel Like Flying
Visions Of Sirens
Overwhelming Silence
Who Influnced You To Do This
I Did
Passion & Pain Weighing Down On My Eyelids
Static In The Air I See A Ghost
They Say No Ya Don't
It's Not A Joke Look
Right Over There
I Won't Blink First
Put My Desire To Die
In A Deep Verse
Let The Pen Cry
As I Try To Reharse
The Now Is The Near
Years Will Not Reverse
Detach I Mean That
Astral Gates Oh Wait Let Me Lean Back
I'm So Relaxed That My Trance Gets Enhanced
The Surface That I'm Surfing
Becomes Part Of Me
Pardon Me I Can't Feel My Hands
My Body Or This Land
I'm Peter Pan
I Love Trees
The Reason I Am Living &
Holding On Listen Close
This Invisible Role
Is A Round My Throat
Rituals With Goat A Lamb A Cult
I'm Not A Fan Of Shows
Tv Makes Me Uneasy
My Manners Though
Like Romance Thier Beautiful
So Natural I Obereve The Actual
I Have No Rite To Concern With Factual
No Limits Till I'm Finished
My Light Will Never Diminish
Pure No Longer Sinnin
But The Pain Fuck Its So Deep
I'm So Alone In A Crowded Room
OOH Nobody Run Me
Earth Is Picture Perfect
Alot Of People Hurt It
I Wonder Who Will Say They Heard This
I Know My Pain Like I Know My Name
It Always Rains
I Don't Beg But When I Do
The Souls I Choose
They Walk Away
I Want To Walk & Talk Today
I Talk To Ghost
Alone I Got An Awful Lot To Say
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
Can I be honest I hate the way that I've been living
staying away from Your word because I hate the way I'm sinnin'
confessing the same sins that I seem to keep committin'
the things that I don't want to do I hate to say I did them
sometimes my thoughts are crazy I feel I should be admitted
exactly what I be thinkin
I probably shouldn't admit
you'll point your finger at me and forget those other three digits
hmm, let me let that sink in a minute
have you ever wanted to flip a switch because somebody was eating chips like here's a bag do it fast and when you do swallow em
I hope you choke when you do so I can just smile at him
hearing these lines will probably make some of you people nervous
look I'm a Christian but I'ma stop pretending like I am perfect
because I'am not the God no I'm not the one I'm servin'
never lean on a man because someday every man will fall
I learned those words from my wise father-in-law
Can I be honest ....
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
*
oh my beloved how to ever be reachin'
when thy beauties are beyond the sun
for truly the existence with you begun
as thy love's the only worth beseechin'
'n' sweet be every word ye're preachin'
as for thy wisdom ye did bestow upon
the ones praisin' ye, who at first shun
but still reject the one 'n' true teachin'
for tho i am also but among the sinnin'
'n' my hands set out tho empty within
thy love still the only worth beseechin'
so how to achieve whatever i besiege
when a conscience becomin' a nothin'
thy love is the only worth to beseech
*..love always...
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 14/04/1437
**
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
Sleeping, to me, is oh so great,
A little bit of love, no more hate.
The world I know has turned against me,
But no one notices; can't they see?
I loved and loved and kept on given,
Now they say I was always sinnin'.
Maybe, maybe I could dream.
All I need is a little gleam...
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 1:41 AM UTC
this whole world is like a pit
by your side, i'll find a way
prosperin' in times of sadness
people are loaded with madness
questions in their eyes, a quest
by your side, i'll be blessed
lord, i wanna be good, so good
lord, i wanna die in the hood
baby, take a trip with me, soul dealin'
we were sick, now got feelings of healin'
don't get me wrong, don't tell it everybody
yet i'm not flawless, a human being, a body
lord, i wanna be good, so good
lord, i wanna die in the hood
lead me through the valley of my fear
lead me through the valley of my tears
o lord, holy almighty, you sent me milly
do i deserve her? am i worthy?
ya know me, a friend of forties, a slowie
fan of bowie, jeezy, straight up deezy
i don't respect the "i", but my woman
o lord, holy almighty, you sent me milly
the beginning of a journey, the winning
just the beginning, i'll be fightin' waterfalls
all in all, i'll crush the chinese wall to be
with you girl, not my new girl, but my true girl
funky like a whirlwind, my head is spinning
people waitin: what about him, ain't no sinnin'??
don't have to to do that, cause i am tru dat, so in it
my head is spinnin', lord i wanna be good
i wanna live and die in the hood, maybe in the woods
you sent me milly, this is not to be misunderstood
embers in her eyes, and a nice-hearted smile
lord, do i deserve her? am i worthy?
ya know me, a friend of forties, a blowie
o lord, holy almighty, please bless us...
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
****
You really wanna know??.....
I can tell you but you better sit And listen.
(Chorus:)
See.... growin up I liked to climb trees
Sway in the breeze.
Somethin bout high places always helped me think.
does anybody understand that I am what I've seen??
I feel alone and different cuz the other kids don't understand my life's position.
All alone on a farm with my grandpa takin my parents position.
Independent and good in the kitchen,
I spent most days learnin how to fit in.
Playin *** drugs, and prison.
I was to well educated in the art of sinnin
3 years old an adults had my head spinnin
I had trouble sleepin,
I'd stay awake and listen, wishin I could party with the big kids.
I think I'm kinda crazy. I don't show it but-
I'm always thinkin bout the wrong things.
Hustlin ****** fightin and drugs,
Acted like a **** i was shown no love
I didint have friends when i was growin up.
Nobody liked me, cuz I was to busy fightin the ones they loved.
I chose to be the most wanted outlaw in history....
I Taught myself to live in the streets.
When no one was lookin I was always crookin.
Looking at life from a delinquents position.
I dreamed of drug dealin, sellin and, cookin.
I saw myself as a gangster in prison.
Practiced cuz I figured that a menace needs
To know what he's dealin with if gonna
Grow up to be a street soldier.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:39 AM UTC
back to paradise
where the old life
was nice and had a slice
of the pie
no racism or prejudices
sick of this
this world im livin' in
everyday moved by sin
and them fake grins
nothing but plottin' djinns
every since i came in
into a world full of scorn
born with an open mind
to grind as i shine
my intellectual beam one man team
livin' this life called a dream
longed turned a nightmare
glimpse of glare stare
down into the dark crossroads
to marinate my soul
not sell my soul
must be nice in past time paradise
not that im stuck with
this fake paradise added my own spice
so i could flavor up my own life
nothin' but painful memories
harmin' since i was a baby
lately i been seein'
the world crumble can't be humble
in a world made by rudeness
cuz them devils movin' this
hard to lose this
game clutched on our souls
grab a hold and control
the steerin' wheel of life
or ya brain everyday im growin' vain
cuz i cant explain?
the pain held inside my brain
and I know when it's time to go
the universe
will lay out a carpet of wisdom
so i can ride on glide on
to a place thats far from here
placin' my legacy in the atmosphere
now that im placed
as one of the judges
broke the grudges to smudges
laid upon my skin this sin
ain't really me
just a trapped energy
waitin' to break free
times await for the great serpent
im layin' my blueprints
for the battle in the killin' fields
take cover and shield
cuz if not?? you'll get killed
by these lions lyin'
in front of ya livin' to bedrooms
soon for the booms
as i consume I
blossom like a bloom
exposin' buffoons
attracts minds like a
scent of woman's perfume
transform on the scene
let the wind meditate my peen
played by cream this ain't a meme
this everyday livin' casted sinnin'
upon this beautiful land cursed man
with a sword in my hand
refuse to be mannequin
sell my soul? only to be rented again
cloned in a laboratory check the allegory
they been clonin' since
The mid- forties
**** bein' a fiest
id rather die in this fake life
and reunite with the
spirits reigin' in paradise
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
****
You really wanna know??.....
I can tell you but you better sit And listen.
(Chorus:)
See.... growin up I liked to climb trees
Sway in the breeze.
Somethin bout high places always helped me think.
does anybody understand that I am what I've seen??
I feel alone and different cuz the other kids don't understand my life's position.
All alone on a farm with my grandpa takin my parents position.
Independent and good in the kitchen,
I spent most days learnin how to fit in.
Playin *** drugs, and prison.
I was to well educated in the art of sinnin
3 years old an adults had my head spinnin
I had trouble sleepin,
I'd stay awake and listen, wishin I could party with the big kids.
I think I'm kinda crazy. I don't show it but-
I'm always thinkin bout the wrong things.
Hustlin ****** fightin and drugs,
Acted like a **** i was shown no love
I didint have friends when i was growin up.
Nobody liked me, cuz I was to busy fightin the ones they loved.
I chose to be the most wanted outlaw in history....
I Taught myself to live in the streets.
When no one was lookin I was always crookin.
Looking at life from a delinquents position.
I dreamed of drug dealin, sellin and, cookin.
I saw myself as a gangster in prison.
Practiced cuz I figured that a menace needs
To know what he's dealin with if gonna
Grow up to be a street soldier.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
Opening minds from my universal lines
Tooken from outta space time
Ya know I'm
Always traveling at light speeds
Indeed since I was a prodigy breed
Fools make it hard for me to breath
But I opened room once I let my nine squeeze
Silently I see my enemies fall asleep reap
What ya sow straight from heavens door
I was destined for war made out poor
First finished last
Last is the first when it comes to thirst
Rich man's dry from all of the material high
Luxury livin can't even see his own sinnin'
Devils is grinning listening
But his soul ain't dwelling
With the poor I'm see em strugglin just for por-ridge **** near empty fridge look what the system did
Barely makin with the kids
Broke off the rich mans bid
As the prices rise I telepath to graph
My natural high in a spritual tie
No lie but it lies
With in the message huh
While the troops grounded for government loot
In the cities they shoot
Intelligence mute give us the boot
But at the same time got chemicals to swoop
Down in my neighborhood there I stood
Once on the block as a child wild
Young n crazy
Thought this world was made for me
But I wasn't ready seen to many
Brothers go to the penitentiary
Along with the eses I could write an essay
I'm going down like mayday say say
Didn't mean to stutter
Ask for help but folks love to shutter
You out they life acting strife
Positioned the knife
So they can back stab ya then leave ya
Bleeding to ya last breath
Opened arms for death
Take a flight of the steps
On the Stairway to heaven
Injured on the fifth
Died on the sixth but resurrected on the seventh
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
and this life
is far from paradise
it started off nice
Adam was the foundation of man
and eve the beauty of a women
but the came evil spirits
to poison mother earth o how it hurts
we stuck in a flirt
with materials after dead serials
only to feed imperials
self greed left for sorrowed seeds indeed my mind feeds
off wisdom and then some
yo I wasn't born just to pay bills and die
and ask the Lord why?
I was made from pleasure
but birthed through pain in my membrane
I took on the stains
as the raindrops hit the window pane
gotta keep it sane
followin the footprints that
Malcolm and Garvey Left
feindin' for freedom
they label me troublesome
cuz I won't take none
won't conform look in the eye of the storm
and there I was
sittin' with some spirits wise men
guide strong men
since I was baby
I knew this world was shady
**** it it don't phase me
I rather lay my life
then put it up for a price
yeah and though the devils
give multiple levels
I choose to be a rebel
and stand on militant morals
they don't care about us
so why should we care about them?
huh situations lookin' grim
I gotta keep my pistol cocked and locked ready to rock
a sucka til his death bed eyes bloodshed
feel my wrath America
Laws of Karma is preoccupied
soon to see a homicide
enemies come and get a free ride
to murderville all the way to Capitol Hill
Washington ain't that hard
once I pull they *** card
hidin behind a masked images
only to be exposed by those
who watching my clock tick tockin'
don't be alarm it's
just th grim reaper knockin'
at the front door face to floor prepared for war
pain takin soar
for all the sinnin'
cuz this life ain't livin it's prison
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 3:04 AM UTC
Living the codes of the streets its a hard burn,
How many brothers take the wrong turn,
Down the highway of death, instead of looking right and left,
Only options is,
Is to gang bang robbery to the petty theif,
Tryna up their reps, only to get closer steps,
To the pen, or with the fams crying, shots of another dying,
From the heat,
*********** led to another destination, the situation,
Kind of sticky, tryna avoid the sneaks like Ricky,
Just rowdy, young boys in the hood, up to no good,
But its hard to beat, when ya tryna leave the code of the streets,
And whos there to guide us,
And lord provided us,
With a taste of the garden,
Not speakin' Madison Square,
Why am I here or there,
Street hustlers, ghetto hos pushin' *** for the **** musclers,
We just strugglers, tryna make it out the slums, and how come,
We cant get ahead,
Seems like it's always tussle for bread,
I get watch by the feds,
And they ask me where i head,
Im just tryna live the next day, got double d hidden, in display,
Blended with the cops, its an everyday matrix, playin' tricks,
Im motionless, peep how many snitches will ****
On ya graved, at that same time, they say theyre saved,
While gettin' paid, see em grow, from a pinto to an Escalade,
Double mansion with a few maids,
It's like playing charades,
Cant catch cold feet,
From the rhythm of heat,when ya sinnin' the code of the streets
Feb 18, 2024
Feb 18, 2024 at 12:31 AM UTC