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Max Neumann Jun 2021
1.) tizzop introduced gangsta poetry february 2021
     no man ever before created a poetry genre alike
     gangsta poetry, robust melting *** of languages
     and ethnicities, as it reflects the united states

2.) the idols of gangsta poetry are rooted in the
      underworld, blacks, hispanics, italo- and irish-
      americans, asians, arabs, germans, kurds,
      yugos, albanians, afghans, northern-africans...

3.) multilingual are the core, heart and soul of
     a gangsta poem: glockz, rubix cubies, 31er
     salam, jebeš igru, habibis, brüder, fo' sho':
     rapid months, frozen silverfruit, whole ones

4.) every letter of gangsta poetry becomes the
     side effects of our brand's real-life greed and fury
      mourning the end of beloved baby mommas
      deaths caused by strayed bullets that vamoose

5.) gangsta poetry aims to be published among
      all ethnic communities of the 50 united states
      deadline 08/16/21 stresses american willpower
      gangsta poetry scandalously hits us's curriculas

6.) each of the 194 remaining countries is urged
     to promote and govern gangsta poetry for
     the neglected, weighted with glacial contempt
     these males and females discover their kind in us

7.) tizzop established a saying: "treat every being  
     with an open mind, but fight back, baby, if anyone
     disrespects you, the gps, or our hangarounds"
     at war, we remember our families before we blast

8.) bar none, each gangsta poet is free to connect
      affiliate and distribute with and for the gp's
      brothas and sistas -- gps create examples of
      social diversity and historical dimensions

9.) female gangsta poets are a quarter of us
      some keep it gal, united sisterhood, astute flow
      in memory of leery leyla, chalondra, kateyy,
      mountainbird, ivanka cociç, ashima abraham

10.) genderfree, gangsta poets are chosen
        undertakings composed by thugs & artists
        the spirit of a few meets strife of hood speech
        gp evolved from a movement to an own identity

11.) restrictions do not apply for written creation
        strategic outgrowth and unshaken cash flow
        gp embraces brainy ones, and our soldiers
        narrators in conspiracy, art nouveau trips

12.) gangsta poetry admires the following people:
        jeezy, killa cam, toni der assi, iron sal, dmx
        anton chigurh, sigmund freud, rashid stoogie
        larry hoover, elliot york hp, kevin of allpoetry

13.) taktloss, luis fonsi, blockmonsta, all bolivian
        and peruvian farmers, te amamos, our brothers
        187 strassenbande, senion mogilevich, nirvana
        john murphy, dem dudes alpha hotel frankfurt

14.) much love to all global units, poets, thieves
        traffic architects, hackers, true skippos
        german bakeries, all-black betting shops
        jews from brighton beach, hispanic halos

15.) benny da bandit, tony tarantula, gambino, brate
        hamza al-mighty, fat **** frank, jens, das brain
        fred merciless, familia escorpio, ruben and levi
        ali firefists, kimbo slice, scarface, oleksiy, dejan

16.) daim, loomit, dns 1up, **** my **** crew
        berlin kreuzberg 36ers, playboys hannover
        yard bird 1955, taki 183 n.y.c., basquiat, level
        dbl ffm-skychildren, bomber, city mission
    
17.) gangsta poetry overwhelmingly shaped by
       our ancestors who boosted the poetry of ages
       train bombers, rappers, trappers, taggers, cutters
       we descent from them, honor their names

18.) gangsta poets die for poems that struck
        gps, fans and critics in a possessive way
        limits of real talk and boasting are in flux
        trance batters the face of reason, at dusk


                                          *


Once upon a time at March 22nd, 2021
Kreuzberg SO 36, Berlin, Germany...
Dedicated to all Gangsta Poets Worldwide

Heaven and hell yeah, disciples outpace seconds
Greetings from Wondaland, a.k.a. The Magic City
***  GANGSTAPOETRY  ***  
                      ***  48 SOULS  *** 
                        

                GANGSTAPOETS:

*  TIZZOP  *  FAMILIA ESCORPIO: SOLDADO ADELITA, ALEJANDRO, THE PROTECTOR & DIEGO, THE TEACHER  *  JEEZY  *  CHALONDRA  *  DMX  *  MOUNTAINBIRD  *  ECCO2K  *  IVANKA COCIÇ  *  KIMBO SLICE  *  LEVY & SOLOMON  *  JORDANOS  *
***  EDEN & NICHOLAS  ***         


               GANGSTAPOETS:


*  TAKTLOSS  *  ASHIMA ABRAHAM  *
*  MERCILESS FREDDY  *  OLEKSIY  *
*  STORMZY  *  LEERY LEYLA  *  ALI
FIREFISTS  *  SIGMUND FREUD  *  FALCO 
*  ANNE CLARK  *  DOMINIQUE NORTHSTAR  *  POOR / THCO  * 
*  1UP CREW  *  CITY MISSION  *  ZORIN  *
*  CHRIS R.



                  GANGSTAPOETS:

*  FREEMAN AND K-RHYME LE ROI  * 
*  FRUMPY  *  ASSI-TONI  **  LUDOVICO EINAUDI  *  HAMZA AL-MIGHTY  *  TONY
TARANTULA  *  KATEYY  *  LOOMIT  * 
*  FAT **** FRANK  **  ANTON CHIGURGH  *  ROSARIO DE LIMA  *  CELLAR FIREFLY  *  LARRY HOOVER  *
*  LUIS FONSI  *  JONATHAN HABESHA OF ALPHAHOTEL WONDALAND  *
Travis Green Dec 2018
Groovy brown skinned brothas
hip hop to the smooth jazzy
beats across the starlight scene,
exhilarating eyes light up
the uptown extravagance,
as they bust a move in the
drumbeating room, rotating
and vibrating, grinding and
bending, breathing in the
singing saxophones and
trombones.

Flashy lights shine bright
and vivid in crystal clears,
as young sweet caramel
girls sway to the high
hypnotizing sounds,
spinning hips lost in the
night, gliding on waves,
shaking in the serene
breeze like swinging trees,
soaring endlessly
across the rings of Saturn.

Heavy adrenaline rises
inside the upbeat and
sassy melanin sistas,
stomping stilettos,
show-stopping arms
and thighs harmonizing
to the midnight rhymes,
while hard bassline sounds
sifts inside various dimensions
of extreme delight.
Leonard Green Sep 2013
Intro:
Welcome to the new age of spit’n
to change the flavor of mix’n
where MCs are kick’n provocative rhymes
to stretch the imagination of open minds
no need for weapons, blood, and tumbl’n
we’re gonna educate and stimulate rumbl’n

Spit’n Philosophically Aware Rhymes
for the New millennium, that’s SPAR’N
elevating the level of rap’n hip-hop beats
to achieve new heights, to accomplish new feats
to teach the youth a brand new way of feel’n
to preach in the streets a new way of deal’n

Poet’s Verses:**
I’m a warrior for the new age of spit’n
flatlin’n a verse like F’n-stein to do my bid’n
tired of listen’n to the violence and the ****’n
rather kick a message for tolerance to the liv’n
better to be rich in center than material possessions
’cause fear and greed foster the need for man’s weapons

Don’t have a saint, a preacher, or a teacher’s hand
just a person on edge, trying to survive in this here land
to pass along to others the meaning of liquid wisdom
that can’t be learned in some classroom using ‘isms
so listen up my brothas, listen up my sistas
the words ya hear’n gonna blow ya away like twistas

Each of us is composed of molecules, atoms, magnetic forces
revolving around one another, following predefined courses
at this level, ya couldn’t even tell the difference
yet we judging the casing that gives us false appearance
if ya think intelligence is inherited by yur parents
then a child of the slums and ghettos has no merits

Be a product no longer of sins numbered by seven
take back yur destiny and life by search’n the heavens
for in the cradle of His arms, true luv awaits
if yur will’n to give a commitment of faith
pain and suffering may be the unwanted test
but don’t give up, ’cause ya not alone on this quest

Luv is more than just words, feel’n, and thoughts
and goes beyond ***, roses, and diamonds bought
real luv is a state of mind, a state of being
when yur together or when yur off somewhere leaving
like the spiritual reality shared between Eve and Adam
something only a true heart could really fathom

Everyone on this here planet has some mean’n
with the gospel hav’n so many people feen’n
if ya feel’n alone, lost and discouraged
this verse is my way of giv’n ya courage
for at night, I pray to the Lord yur soul to keep
sincere in the wish for no more pain or causes to weep.
Dedicated to the positive poetic art form of Rap
Travis Green Aug 2018
There is a wave of basslines rotating and vibrating in the landscape, smoking vowels splashing and cracking in diamond depictions.

Heartbeats thrum in dizzy formations, lost in the beat bopping
and flow rocking.

Heads spin in faraway galaxies, further than eternal Earth,
seamless Saturn, flaming Mars.

Secret stars burst with electrifying energy and trigger blazing consonants.

Hips divide into multiple equations in a series of grinding rhythms.  
Over the top sensations spiral high in the sky across the jazzy
frame.

Muscles popping, feet hopping, arms dropping in breaking beats,
as sweet sistas and groovy fellas gyrate in timeless dimensions.
Dying everyday it never goes unnoticed
But when suicide is committed everyone turns their heads
What was the last straw?
When you saw the cuts on their arms
When you saw them getting bullied
What was the last straw?
When the demons in their dreams came into reality
When young brothas and sistas are locked up like caged animals
What was the last straw?
When they were pushed to the edge of no return
What was the last straw?
What if
Brothas and Sistas in Oakland and Richmond
Got together

They poison Richmond's air
Just like
They poison Oakland's water

Every Body from Oakland has a cousin in Texas
Or Louisiana
Or Haiti
Or Atlanta

Just like

Every Body from Richmond has a cousin in Mississippi
Or Alabama
Or Jamaica
Or Tennessee

Why dont
Brothas and Sistas in Oakland and Richmond
Get together

What would that look like politically
What would that look like Economically
What would that look like spiritually

For as long as the decades i can remember
Its been a problem

For as many years have passed now
I've been saying to as many as will listen that i pass

Its been a set up.


© Christopher F. Brown 2017
Disturbing pictures in my brain of black blood painted in red spraying the juices of my blood on the street
Disturbing are these screams of joy ending in cry from my sistas
Victimes of sterio typical leaders who never understand the poor batting their cries of basic need.
a m a n d a Jun 2018
women!
we must unify
and acknowledge
that it is WE
who are the creators,
the nurturers,
the peacemakers,
and it is time for
our unique power
to be unleashed on
a world run amuck.
and
we
are
|one|
Big Virge Jul 2020
So It Seems As Though...
It’s COOL Right Now...
To FILL... *******... !!!?!!!

But... NOT In The Way...
That Things NOW GO... !!!!!

Since When Was It... " Cool "... ?!?
For Them To Get... "STUFFED"... !?!
By ***** And Tongues As Well As ******... !!!!!

I’d Prefer OTHER Stuff...
Like... Clips And Guns... !!!!!!!!!!!

Because An ******* KNOWS...
That... **** Comes Out...
ESPECIALLY When...
They Start Runnin’ Their Mout’.... !!!!!!

Or Put Down Phones...
When Their Temper BLOWS... !!!!!!

As If Their... UNTOUCHABLE...
Like... ELLIOT NESS...
Or YES... CLIFF HUXTABLE'... !!!!

Which Of Course... AIN'T True... !!!
******* Should Be Shrewd... !!!
And NOT Make Moves...
That Lead To... ABUSE... !!!!!

Verbal... Or Physical...
When Things Get CRITICAL... !!!

******* SHOW....
That They SHOULDN'T Go...
Where They... TRY To GO... !!!!!

INTO... " ZONES "...
Where Tones BREAK Bones... !!!
And EVEN Leave Some Laying COLD... !!!

These Pretentious *******... !!!
Have Got... REAL Dough... !!!!

Which Seems To Be...
What Makes Them WREAK...
of... IGNORANT Deeds... !!!!
Lies And Deceit... !!!!

And... ARROGANCE...
That’s Beyond... BELIEF... !!!!!

From Lawyers Who... “Sneak”...
And Then Steal Money From The Type of Peeps’...
Who’d Rather NOT BE... In Their Company.... !!!

But The  ... " ******* Show “...

Has LONG Since SHOWN...
How These ******* Roll...

MONEY HUNGRY... " **'s "...
BOTH... " Sistas’ And Bros "...

Behave As Though...
Their... IGNORANCE...
WON'T Leave Them STUCK... !!!

Because Their GUMS...
Have Driven Someone...
To Call For GUNS...
And... OTHER Stuff... !!!!!!!

That’ll ENSURE That...
They LOSE Their....... Blood...... !!!!!

NOBODY’s ABOVE Paying A Toll... !!!!!!!!
ESPECIALLY... These Lippy’ *******... !!!!!

Who... REALLY Should KNOW...
How Things Can Go....
Cos’ Quite A Few Lost Souls...
Have Gone PAST... BROKE... !!!!!!

And Just Wanna See....
THESE ******* BLEED... !!!

Because of Their GREED...
DISRESPECTFUL Speech...
And... CONSTANT Need...

To Let Their EGO...
Be What... FEEDS...
MORE Than Their Dreams... !!!

But Now Street Teams...
Are QUICK TO Reach...
For The Type of PIECE...
That Make Dreams CEASE...
And Cause... NIGHTMARES... !!!

For ******* Prepared...
To Take Things THERE... !?!

Well That’s The Vibe...
That They PRESENT... Like...

They’re The Type of Guys...
With... GANGSTA' Ties... !!!

When They’re Corporate Slime...
Who CONSTANTLY LIE To Get Through Life....

Well They Should Be WISE...
BEFORE... One Night...
They Find Their PRIDE...
Hung Up... REAL High... !!!!!

With The Type of Necktie...
That... COLOMBIANS Like... !!!!!!!

Designed To Make...
******* FALL IN LINE.... !!!
And That Is WHY I’m A... " humble guy "...

Who Uses My Art...
Just Like These *******...
USE... THEIR ***... !!!

To KICK OUT.................. ****................ !!!!!

That Gives A... “ Whiff “...
of MORE Than ***** And NASTY Lips... !!!

Like... REAL LYRICS... !!!

That Serve Up... HITS...
That Hit HARDER Than Coc’...
Because They’re... DOPE... !!!!

So QUICKLY BREAK These Walking JOKES... !!!

Who Are... BETTER KNOWN...

As YES.....

.... “ ******* “....
Dealings with a lawyer, made me write this ...
Taylor Marion Jun 2014
"Back in my day," he began, swaying forwards and backwards on the wooden front porch bench, "we had to work for our cent. Traveled by foot and shoveled ****. Y'all kids have it too easy these days, I say!" I could not help but laugh. He always went on rants like this, it wasn't anything unusual. But usually, I never respond. Usually, I am hardly listening but today my blood stream was still so drunk from this morning's strong *** of coffee that words tumbled out of my mouth like *****.
"Hmm.. really? How'd you land that job?" I muttered sarcastically, desperate for conversation and painting cartoon flowers with faces and people and trees onto the driveway with chalk, my curly headed baby sister, Shelby by my side.
"Land? Kid, I di'nt land no job! I was forced the job! Family owned a farm, but o'course you already knew that!" He winced.
"Oh yeah.. I forgot." I returned apologetically.
"Yeah.. but everythin' was a lot less 'spensive those days. Got more bang for yer buck. Although, we never really had much buck anyway." Surprised, I put down the chalk and wiped my powdery, multicolored hands on my jeans, leaving a yellow and pink handprint just above my knees, but Shelby spoke before I could.
"You mean you were... poor?" She asked innocently.
Instantaneously, he stopped swaying and looked at Shelby and I blankly for a moment and then looked down at his bare feet. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw his lip quiver. Feeling ashamed by my baby sister's tactless impulse, I picked up the blue chalk stick and stared at it, unsure what else to do. Many uncomfortable seconds passed when he finally spoke again.
"Poor? Naw. I was never poor darlin'! The size of yer wallet don't mean nothin' bout wealth. I had a roof over my head and shoes on my feet. Corn and bread and milk at the dinner table served same time every evenin'. My mama and papa tucked me in at night. I hated my brothas and sistas just as much as I loved 'em." He smiled to himself and fiddled with his fingers, hands in his lap. Glancing at the sunlit, open field view in the distance, it was obvious he was lost in retrospect. "Pfft! Poor? Never. And then I met yer grandmotha..." he giggled genuinely and shook his head. "That was it. She was like a diamond in a coal mine, that one. Her wit as fiery as her hair and a stare as sharp as her tongue. She had me at 'Get lost!'" He chimed, cackling. I couldn't help but match his laughter with my own and Shelby quickly joined, but once it died down, my thoughts did too and words escaped my mind. As well as his, it seemed. We sat quietly, silenced by the whirling wisps of wind that sung through the autumn air. Chatter wasn't necessary at that moment. Then, leaning back and resting his folded hands behind his head, he grinned and began to sway once again.
"Naw. I was the richest man alive."
Big Virge Nov 2020
Well Lookie’ LOOK LOOK... !!!

... ALL That It TOOK...
Was The World To Get SHOOK...
Like Some Mobb Deep Crooks...

For MORE Than Gang Colours...
To Create... DISCOMFORT... !!!

Cos’ I’ve Now Learned About Guys...
Whose Pride And LIES...

DEFINE Why Blacks...
Like To Make Attacks... !!!
Against Other Blacks... !?!?!

Because of The GUISE...
They Like To... HIDE BEHIND... !!!

of... Making CLAIMS...
About LOVING The DARK... !!!

When Darkness DOESN’T...
Sleep Under Their Covers... ?!?

It’s Skin That’s... LIGHT...
That They REALLY LIKE... !!!
And Their Colours Are GREEN...
And Those With LIGHT Sheens...

And Then... OCCASIONALLY...

The DARKEST Skins...
Are Treated As If They Belong WITHIN...
Their... "Tight Knit Crews"... !!!

of Those Who USE...
And Choose To ABUSE...

When They Are REFUSED...
The Right To Do What They Like To Do...!!!

Which Is... Act As Though...
EVERYTHING That They Know...

Is WISDOM Filled And Will Instil...
A Level of Thought That Is The SOURCE... !!!
of... Knowledge SUPREME... ?!?
I Mean... SERIOUSLY... !?!

Their REALITY Is FILLED...
With DREAMS And FALLACIES... !!!!!

That Make Them BELIEVE...

You Should GIVE THEM TRUST... ?
When They’ve LIED About Stuff...
That’s IMPORTANT As Well As SERIOUS... !!!

It’s A... CRAZY Time... !!!
Where A LOT of Black Lives...

SUDDENLY NOW MATTER... ?!?

Because RACIST Factors...
That Were Coloured As FALSE...
Have Now Been SHATTERED... !!!

Because of CAMERAS...
On... Mobile Phones... ?!!!?

So Now Colours Are HOT...
Like Topics That Were LOST...

APPARENTLY... " In Translation "... !!!

So Now HYPOCRISY BLATANT... !!!
Has YES Been... Stationed...
On The Kind of Stations...
Where Mostly White Faces...
Have... Discussed Colours...
As If They’re... ABOVE US... ?!?

While These So Called Sistas’...
And Blood ******* Brothers... !!!

Have Sat And Resisted...
Explaining That HATRED...
Remains UNDERCOVER...
Because of The BLUNDER... !!!

of... Keeping Mouths CLOSED... !?!
When They SHOULD of DISCLOSED... !!!

How It Goes On Shows...
And In Employment Zones...
For... MOST Black Folks... !!!

When It Comes To PAY...
Above The Minimum Wage...

Well They Should Be ASHAMED...
of... Being AFRAID... !!!!!

of... Speaking UP... !!!
When... RACISM...
Was What They GOT...
On Their Way To The TOP... !!!

of The... BIGOTS Club...
Where Colours DO NOT Run... !!!

UNLESS Of Course They’re For...
... PROFESSIONAL Sport... !!!

So The RACISTS Can CLAIM...
That Equality REIGNS...
Like SLAVERY CHAINS... !!!

Whose Colours Have Changed...
And Been... REARRANGED... !!!

To SHINE A LOT MORE...
Than They Did BEFORE...

They Did LAST SUMMER... !!!

So Now It’s CULTURE VULTURES...
Who Are BANDWAGON JUMPERS... !!!

... Coming OUT of Cupboards...
Because of Their... LOVERS... !!!!!!

And Because of Movements...
Now Causing CONFUSION... !?!
Because of ILLUSIONS...
That Now In Conclusion...

Are RISING In Numbers...
Just Like These SUCKERS... !!!

Who These Days Are NOW SHOWING...
What REALLY Are INDEED... Their...

..... “ TRUE COLOURS “..... !!!
The effects of this Pandemic, have spread far and wide, but have also proven to reveal, a great deal about people, hence this poem, and it's title.....
ALamar Mar 2014
If I could sing u a song
I would sing you my soul
Of all the women
In all the houses
There is no doubt that this is my home
This is where I want to be
And this is where I belong
She can spend all day
And offer all she likes
But if she aint you
Then she aint my type
You see
I like strong women like
Phenomenal women like
Black women like you
While there exists this cynicism among sistas
That all the good black men are taken
It’s just untrue
Because I’m standing right here
And I’ve been waiting on you
You don’t know it yet but you've been waiting on me
That thing that you wrote in your diary God let me see
So while I may seem unfamiliar when you look at me
The only thing I see when I look at you is destiny
Max Neumann Jul 2021
wondaland verses, 3 am, sliding thru fog
don't judge me, us, dem goons, eazy legs
mikey, coba cobrahead, **** 13.8, trisha
young are our martyrs, hyped my moves

burning shoes, raging thoughts, mad luv
veni, vidi, vici, viciously beatin em down
brothas and sistas, thank you all for coming
dusk creates nights of lambos and revenge

hihaho, the drumset drowns in dark water
monica matadora, deal, trance disciple
as glossywhite as onyxblack are the rocks
and gems in the voltgreen bottega bag

wondaland verses from the gp heritage
roots and boost of gangsta poetry, yeeeah
Corrupted insights see the mind in excites rites
Immutable bylaws falling jaws from the laws
All caught an applause another right taking away
Deep late Sunday they writing the evil grey
Between black and white stuck with the same sight
Even a blind man could see the foolery
Cookery hickory sweet of the cake bakery
Icy cold world we live in folks wills pushing
Over toilet tissues and towels for clean bowels
Some even murdered over gallons of water
Food it's understood media unreasonable
No doubt check the tunnel rout broke the snout
Aimed at the black habitat wait for that stacks
Stimulus checks keeps us in check disrespect
Economy sinking from the gold eating oil
Spoils under demand supply Charlie man stands
Being closed imposed exposed to the new expos
Distance for instance brings more violence
Silent religion sneaks letters for the stool pigeons
Pigs can fly only when they bullets winging by
Another fry brothers to sistas die in all colors
Wake up it's ultimate shake up as I rake up
Book worm let the germs infect my intellect
Protect from the clean viruses corona
Daytona mind moving grooving soothing
Ya healing crank the adrenaline heart paced
At the fasted rate jalapeno burns court adjourn
We loosing humanity fast with no signs of returns





Politicians big business with morticians
See the folks wishing for a savior reminscing
On a guy who don't even live in the sky why
Ask why grey beards holding pondering
I'm still wondering who is this guy zoning
I can't see a thought let alone God I see me
Images of blemishes first to genesis
Feel this exodus experience death ruckus
Trust us folks in love with fake cannibis
False dealing for miracle healing mass appealing
Reel'd in emotions shattered by the killing
See where we headed to the end of the road
No toads just a plot to implode the globes
Sixty seven mirrors of horrors eyes of Horus
Got ya hooked mind gazed amazed glazed
Into the skies glacier off the rockers statures
Stand straight on shaky ground all around
Clowns in the circus blowing up they circuits
Misfits girls in the see through outfits
While boys tryna hold back on they biscuits
****** hyped while love is smote n sniped
Like Wesley the best of me couldn't even see
Pass three years old now I'm ancient swole
Living off the papyrus scrolls my mind rolls
Off into another dimension intention
To strengthen bring pain to my minions
Victory dominions celebrated while I'm hated
Prices with wise guys keep me with a birds eye
View snafus from casino blues still on a cruise
Voyage to Atlantis drug escape from drug handlers
Pharmacy pill poppin' society socially decline
Rewind back to the beginning of mankind
Greed was plotted from the Greek roots shoots
Down the capitalism imperials just modern prison
Locked in out side freedom hubbles of troubles
No scope I'm dope mailing ya with rhyming quotes
Big Virge Jul 2021
Now I Know Folks Are Saying...  
That Black Lives Now Matter... !!!  

But How Can This Be...  
When This Only Happens...  
Once Black Peoples Lives...  
Are Flushed Down The Crapper... ?!?  

… NOT FUNNY I KNOW... !!!  
But You Must See The JOKE... !!!  
  
Cos’ When Our Lives Are CHOKED...  
Is When We MATTER To Folks... ?!?  
  
Now Black Comedic Folks...  
Who Call Britain Their Home...  
CAN'T Even Get Shows...  
Unless They’re ALONE...  
WITHOUT Brothas' In Tow... !!!  
  
And Comedic Sistas'...  
Also Know How It Goes... !!!  
  
When Those Who PROMOTE...  
Are Letting Them Know...  
That Their Jokes Should SIMMER...  
When It Comes To Their Race...  
Or Their Religious Faith... !?!?!  
  
Because... Middle England...  
Or Should I Say BRITAIN... !?!  
  
Will Have RACIST Types...  
Who Simply WON’T Like...  
Their Comedic Lines... !!!  
  
If They Are Designed...  
To Shed LIGHT On Racist Vibes... !!!  
  
Huh..... ?!?
  
And Then Comes The CHATTER...  
That PROVES That These Quotes...  
Are FUNNY When Hopes...  
And Our Lives Get CHOKED...  
And ABUSED By Those Blokes...  
Who Are Known As... Five-O... !!!  
  
WITHOUT Trips To HAWAII...  
Or Meeting... Dan-O... !!!  
  
So You See It’s Quite Funny...  
When Quotes Like These Show...  
That Just Like... " ET "...  
  
Our Homes Become THOSE...  
Where WORMS Like To Go... !!!  
  
DON'T You Find That FUNNY... ?!?  
Cos’ It’s FUNNY TO ME... !?!  
  
When White And Black Peeps’...  
Now PROTEST ON STREETS...  
  
As If THIS Will REVIVE...  
The LOSS of Black Lives... ?!?  
  
When We've ALREADY DIED...  
Due To CHOKE HOLDS And KNEES...  
And Bullets That Leave...  
Black People To BLEED...  
Or UNABLE To BREATHE... ?!?  
  
Now It’s JUST POETRY... !!!  
So DON'T Look At ME...  
As If My Minds SICK... !!!  
  
DON'T You SEE That’s The TRICK... !!!  
  
All I’m Saying Is... THINK... !!!
  
About What Is FUNNY About POLICIES...  
That Should Be In Movies... !!!  
  
Just Look At The OSCARS...  
Where Now It Seems Rosters...  
of WINNERS MUST FOSTER...  
Some... DIVERSITY... !?!?!  
  
Are You Folks Kidding Me... ?!?  
  
So ONCE You’ve GOT COLOUR...  
You Can NOW PICK A Number... !?!  
  
And KNOW You’ll Receive...  
... From The ACADEMY...  
Awards JUST BECAUSE...  
Your COLOUR Is DARKER...  
Than Those Who DIE HARDER...  
Than SAMUEL And BRUCE... !!!  
  
Cos’ That ISN’T Cool... !!!  
  
It’s FUNNY And Seems...  
To DEFEAT Being... REAL... !!!  
  
About Who Was BEST...  
When They Worked On Film Sets... !!!  
  
I Guess It’s JUST ME...  
Who Thinks It’s FUNNY... ?!?
  
But Come On SERIOUSLY... !?!  
  
Is THIS What NOW FEEDS...  
Black Lives Matter Themes...  
That Want... EQUALITY... !!?!!  
  
So What About ME... ?!?  
  
When I Write Poetry...  
That’s Said To Be DARK... !!!  
  
Do I NOW Get A PASS...  
To Act Like An ***...  
And Make These Remarks...  
And Still Get FIVE STARS... ?!?  
  
To Me It’s A FARCE...  
Like A BLACK COMEDY... !!!  
  
SHOOT... Oops There I Go...  
As If My Name's BRITNEY... !!!  
  
Making HUMOROUS Quotes...  
That’ll UPSET These Folks...  
  
Who Have Lost People Close...  
Which OF COURSE IS... NO JOKE... !!!  
  
But THINK About What...  
I Am Saying To You... !!!  
  
BEFORE LOSING Your COOL... !!!  
  
If These PROTEST Movements...  
Are Those Filled With PRUDENCE...  
  
Why Are Blacks STILL LOSING...  
Their Lives STILL TODAY...  
In... HORRIFIC Ways... ?!?  
  
Now I’m NO COMEDIAN...  
But WHERE Is The MEDIAN...  
  
When It Comes To This Stuff...  
Where LOSS of Black Blood...  
ONLY MATTERS When We...  
Are Left DEAD In The Streets... ?!?  
  
Which AGAIN AIN'T FUNNY... !!!  
  
Cos’ The Joke Seems To Be...  
On People Who Speak...  
About How We MATTER...  
When Government Chatter...  
Just Goes To Show...  
That We ONLY FACTOR...  
When We Become DATA...  
For FUNERAL CHAPTERS... !!!!!  
  
So Now You Can See...  
Why This Poetic Piece...  
  
Just Like It’s Title... Is...  
  
...... “COMEDIC To Me”...... !!!
Other than, this is honestly what I think....
and, beyond the loss of black lives, which is, ABSOLUTELY NOT FUNNY !

All this BLM stuff, is now, funny to me, and I make NO Apolgies for what is said in this piece !
Lyrical fanatic automatic causing deadly static
Tatted mentals from the verbal pistals Cristal
Sipper word to the drippers presidential
Potential mics ignite like dynamite out of sight
Fools try to fight but can't last against the Iron Mike
Tyson y'all just wasting giving ya blood tasting
Got it more clout than JP Manhattan relaxing
Blaze a spliff tilt the fifth X em out like Professor Griff
Back in charge street Sarge mack to girls like Debarge
Smooth hair don't care extrodinaire sneaky from rear
To the front at ya show throwing Joker's dough
Watch how the people crowded and formed a circle
Welcome to Nutty Block golden guns stay cocked
Double 0 7 still got love to my sistas and brethren
true veteran letterman still breaking mic stands
I see yall still tripping while I'm unda the basket rippin'
Like Pippen skipping over critics dismissing
Tombstones ya kissin' shy ya fans to fams wishin'
They could stop the cold flows that's heavenly michete
Flows Magguette y'all ain't ready Shabba shanks
Giving no thanks to criticism brace the occultism
Broke my mind from the hologram prison Christ risen
Once I chipped the nails out my palms ring the alarms
I come bearing angels demons hog like the **** did Guam
19-44 ways to gut ya airways see my soul craves
Like Atlanta gotta be brave see the Texas bees prey
Stay beaming for days watch for the ultra gamma rays
When I think about my sisters
  So many thoughts pop into my mind, like who we are on the inside
How those thick thighs, always seem to fit just right in our jeans
We are bursting with excitement when it's time shine
Unrelentless, beauty, cost her nothing on a dime
She is black and perfectly flawed, in many ways, but that doesn't change her day to day
Working, single mothers, taking care of her family, mothers of the church with their large sisterly- love fan base, independent, sister students, with educated dreams, lift those heels high as they cross
Disappointment  streams, corporate - collard women making high profile calls, cubicle sista-girls behind those plastered print walls
Thick- skinned, tough, we know our place; sisters with an attitude, get out of our face
Humble, smart, and run an at- home business; our sisters are doing it big; they are fearless
Raught, ratched, gum-popping sassy one's, come in all colors, styles and fabrics, with the smoothness like silk or put you on a guilt trip, rip you like a piece of tweed
Happy- go lucky, a threat to many that don't know them yet
Reminded of the way, they make a brother feel when he has had a taste
Of grape, chocolate, almond, color or even light skin sister appetite
He can't resist that bite or smell of fragrance of the night
Our sistas got it going on and no one sister is the same
We are different in every way, catch us in theater or a plays
Sisters bringing light to the dark, sparking conversations; with food for thought
Changing laws in our world, no longer is she just a "sister-girl"
She is woman
She is you
She is us multiplied by 2
She is all that
She is hip and a bag of chips
A poem for sisterhood💕
Travis Green May 2022
A dreamy distinction of rarity
With the utmost sincerity
A seamless treasure piece
A lovingly beaming brown king
There is ever enchanting dreaminess
In his incomparable headspace

A supreme city scene
Of phenomenal hot wonder
Unforgettable, evolving, litty, and gritty
Thick with dynamism
A king of a million brilliant dreams
I find boundless serenity in his resplendency
In the heart of his charming boulevard

There is immersing urban magic
Shimmering within his existence
He is a highly sightly brightness
A rare contemporary luminary
That illuminates my soft southern soul

I bask in his passionate fathomless spectacularness
His jubilant elegant nature
When I dwell on a delectable spectacle like him
I can picture myself cruising
Through his magical Manhattan streets
In the bright wondrous night

Marvel at the glowing dazzling stop lights
The endless, luxurious, and luscious sights
The luminous, sleek, and flashy cars traveling the bustling highway
Their bold, heavy-duty tires creating
Distinctly exhilarating rhythm with the broad royal road

The sudden sharp sounds of anxious drivers blowing their horns
Yellow taxi cabs parked on the street
Waiting to pick up pedestrians and take them to their destination
The diverse, enrapturing, and jocund inhabitants everywhere
Impossibly exotic, hypnotic, and well-connected
Artistic optimistic creators, brilliantly talented
And imaginative writers, hot dashing fashionists

Sweet, petite, and intriguing sistas
Charmingly brazen and radiant goddesses
Hot chocolate bombshells, supreme dream queens
Freshly shredded hunks, astonishing ardent Adonis’s
Devastatingly **** gods, essential invincible kings
I am in love with his grand and sublime scenery
So breathlessly expansive and romantic

I escape into his starry art gallery
Of myriad precious treasure
Melt in the impeccableness
Of his passionate, penetrating accent
To relish his incredibly expressive prepossessingness
Descovia Jan 2020
Descovia on the beat
Cuttin through like "BEAST"
Spittin flames bring the heat
If you can't stand me
Then take a seat!
Super Sonic on my feet
Never cower to defeat
R.I.P to everyone we
lost to the streets!

I haven't slept well
these last few weeks
Play my piece, on repeat!
I promise you, for my peace
my people gonna eat!
You playin for fun
I am playin for KEEPS!

I'm Chasing racks, you countin' sheep!
(ALWAYS GRIND NEVER SLEEP!x's 2)


None of this can be denied.
My words will become Immortalized.
You mortal guys. Are mortal lies!
If real recognize real,
Then why are you unseen
To these very eyes?
Huh?!
I'm Still on a roll. No Molly!
Best believe if **** pops
Off they will call me!
Runnin' through hype, with
the ***** like "I am coffee!"
Try me, might have to
bag me a body!
I have sistas, that will shoot for me
I call them my shotties!
Here I come, quicker than Johnny!
You Rat in the rug.
I am no Hitman!
But I can be
like Angelica
With a tommy! (WHOO!)

Try'na tear me down
you are amping up my quality...
So, all of you, save your apologies
Most of you have "drama needs"
The hatred never bothered me!
I am going to the top
None of you stopping me!

If this world takes me away
Then let my son be the prodigy
Restore peace to fufill the prophecy!
Because the enemy is animosity!

That has to die...
https://youtu.be/go1Slg6U8YI
#rap #drumcover
Big Virge Apr 2021
So Who Now Knows...
Which Way To Go... ???

In This CRAZY Time...
Where Corona Vibes...
Are... TAKING LIVES... !!!

And Where Protest Lines...
Are Now Causing Fights...
Because of Race Ties...
That REALLY AREN’T NICE... !!!

Who Knows Who’s RIGHT... ???
And Who’s Telling LIES... ?!?

And Who Now Knows...
Which Historical Quotes...
Are Those of TRUTH...
Or Those That CONFUSE...

Like Today’s FAKE News...
Well... According To WHO... ?!?

PRESIDENTIAL Dudes...
Who Really AREN’T Cool... !!!

And Who Knows The TRUTH...
About... EPSTEINS Moves... !?!

And About Girls Used...
As Young *** Tools...

And If Prince Andrew’s One...
Who SHOULD Be In PRISON... ?!?

Right Next To BILL...

COSBY... If You Will... ?!?

And Who Knows What Pills...
He Used To... Drug...
Girls Who Say That He *****...
And Did... TERRIBLE Stuff... !!!

I Mean WHO REALLY KNOWS... ?!?

How It Goes With Blokes...
Who’ve Got SO MUCH Dough...
And Power IN TOW...

That Women Make Moves...
That AREN’T So Shrewd... !?!

Because It Seems To ME...
And I’m NOT Being FUNNY...

That Some People Marry MONEY...
BEFORE Thinking of Colour...
Unless It Is... GREEN.... !!!

And This Applies To A NUMBER...
of Fathers And Mothers...
... Sistas’ And Brothas’... !!!!!

Because These Folks...
Are SO SCARED of Being BROKE... !!!
That They’ll Make Quotes...
To SECURE Future Homes...
And That’s... NO JOKE...!!!

There Are PLENTY of Blokes...
Who Will Tell You So... !!!

Once They Get To Know...
The... DIVORCEE Zone... !!!!!

And Who Knows What LOVE...
... Is Supposed To Be... ???

Because Love Seems To Mean...
A Lot of DIFFERENT Things...
To Those With DREAMS...

of WHAT Well WHO KNOWS... !?!

When Some DON’T Seem To Know...
If They’re Women Or Blokes... ?

So Who REALLY Knows...
Who Runs This World...

And Who Has The Power...
To Make Leaders COWER...

And Who’s On THAT Powder... ?!?
Because... Coc’d Up Brains...
Seem To Be The Names...
Who Are Quick To Gain...
Themselves BIG FAME...
Because They ENTERTAIN... !!!

Which Seems A Bit STRANGE... ?!?

When Blacks Have Faced...
Being Named And Shamed...
For Dabbling In The ******* Game...

And Of Course DETAINED... !?!

While White Folks Get...
To... REHABILITATE... !?!
In Some FANCY Place...
Until They’re Clean Again... ?!?

And Who Knows Why...
These Inequalities REIGN... ?!?
Even Though TODAY...
When It Comes To Race...

Black Lives Now MATTER... !!!
More Than Those ENSLAVED...
By Both Whites AND Blacks... !!!
But WHO KNOWS The FACTS... ?!?

So Apparently CHATTER...
Now NEEDS To Be Had...
That Will Bring About Change...
When It Comes To Race Games... !!!

But... WHO On Earth...
Knows Who Really DESERVES ?

To Get REPARATIONS... ?!?
Without Causing Consternation...
In... African Nations... !!!!!!

Because What We DO KNOW...
Is That... TALK IS CHEAP... !!!

Unless You Run Speech...
On The... LGBT... !!!!!

Oh That’s Right And The... Q’s...
You Can’t Forget Their Crew... !!!

So... Who NOW KNOWS...
Who REALLY Is WHO... !?!?!?!

And That Right There...
Is Where I’ll End This Piece...
Because It Seems To Me...
That People Are... CRAZY... !!!

And Now We Have A DISEASE...
That... Humanity...
Can’t Seem To Control...

I Guess Time Will Tell...
What The Future Will Hold... ?!?

But A Question Like THIS...
WON’T EVER Grow Old... !!!

And It’s One With TWO Words...

THESE TWO........

......... “ Who Knows ? “........
A suitable question in these days and times .....
What makes a piece of art beautiful are its imperfections
Smirks and smears that callously redirect ones attention
When the piece can transcend societal norms and march upon new land
Constructing a new sense of understanding that bashes boundaries many never understand
It is in that instance that creation reaches its epitome of aesthetic

Melanin……
I reiterate MELANIN, God bless the skin that it’s enriched in
Imagine being birthed with a substance that halts the aging process
That personifies strength and out runs the confines of carnivorous opinions
Easily absorbing and reflecting the sun’s kisses as if its purpose was to point to the right way with light rays
Just the thought of being born lit is enough to brighten up a black person’s day!
And dear I say God looked upon you and thought to himself
You deserve a few extra dashes of my chemical X incarnate

As if your bronzed caramel skin wasn’t enough to garner sin
Those spots that delicately mark your face
They intrinsically provide a map to where any and many can find an escape
They are scientifically classified as clusters of concentrated melanocytes
But to any human not gifted with scientific insight
They can be categorized as imperfection whose greatness is directly proportional to the chaos of loss
The L taken by any X of yours that couldn’t step up
For any passer-by that is struck in awe by your gaze
Then immediately sullen by the fact that at that moment
Those seconds were a part of their last happy day
Because to go on living in a world where those cautiously coined clusters cannot be seen at one’s leisure
Is one life that is bereft of joy and filled with everything meagre
…..where one never wakes up eager

I pen this poem with the burning desire to let my fantasies run rampant
To the minds of the individuals whose faces are blessed canvases

So that they know they are walking statues of vigour and vaulting hues
Specifically my Black Brothas and Sistas that were blessed by the Gods
And given a torch that burns more radiant than the polygamous escapades of Zeus’s heart
I want you all to know that you add something extra to this world
That your beauty marks, moles, scars and freckles are a sight to behold
So continue to tread this earth carefully as children that hold the keys to its Gates
You all are indeed the Melanin Kings and Queens that leave nothing but courageous attitude and aspirations in your wake
And Lead with everything that Melanin can provide in its namesake

— The End —