"slanging" poems
I know ****** who brag about money and this **** we call rap.
These the same lil ****** that claim they trap but go home and that **** changes.
Gotta momma with 2 jobs, big sister and little brother.
No food on the table so you think about slanging, but what happened to just praying?
You grew up too fast with worries of overdue rent and the emotional pain of rocking your cousin lou's old shoes.
Trynna keep a rep at school they all think you got it good so thats what they respect.
Step father is abusive and he calls you different types of ******** you wake up in the morning you want this **** to end faster..
You comb your hair back and wash your face then you put on that hard ****** mask and you're......fine again
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
A bogus nation.
That's known to throw the faces,
that they don't like
inside the lowest places.
Prisons and graves overflowed with
wasted,
potential.
Mental forces undergo no changes.
If we don't like it,
then we fight with rage.
In exchange for our freedom
we might die today.
The sun always comes out on a brighter day.
Ignited is the spark that inspires flames.
The fire is alive and your minds ablaze.
It’s hard to feel alive,
when your life is caged
Released and unleashed this is my domain.
My disdain for you is unkind but hey,
we’re living on a globe where hope became,
worse than smoking dope
or slanging cane.
But thats the way she goes,
nope I won't complain.
But I can **** the giant
and overthrow the slain.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
Great fades to gray
where commonplace turns to decay
where the abnormal becomes negatively neurological
which leads to the ingestion of government sector sedatives
and we wonder why segregation of brain and mind is prominent
promises never kept and mind that never gets better
but before we fix the broken we must make you broke.
Objects in the mirror to fit society's standards
E news, TMZ, fox- all the new cancer.
Throw your money at it
make it go away
and watch in awe as the auction of your autonomy accelerates-
your mind is money to the highest bidder
and they don't budge when they watch your wallet quiver.
Quiet in the courtroom-
little Kyle's got a drug charge
searched his car without consent
convict at the age of sixteen
which is sickening to see.
Kyle was just depressed and needed a little THC
the only thing that would help him with social anxiety
and now he's facing a charge for not taking the meds
marijuana manipulation of the municipals
and now little kyle won't be able to go to a good school
18 the record will be swiped clean
but the debt of the courtroom creeps into his credit.
Society's white lies will tell you you'll be fine
debt from the courtroom turn to slanging dope-
dealing with depression while dealing in possession
pulled over, twice moreover propaganda's progression.
They feed us the same lies we go out of our way to buy-
news channels, channeling bias views for more views
sitting idly by as our lives pass through
changing channels as we become the chattel
slaves to our own brain waves from the manipulation
we love to bow down to this free nation
led by puppets- controlled by intimidation tactics.
It's just backwards, the backbone of the nation doesn't have one
Columbine happened because little Kyle could get a gun, run-
repeat until it's done, dictating your discrimination
it's fun until everyone has to run away from the shooter.
Bangs heard throughout the world
talk of how his head was on backwards smoking on these backwoods
But he was off the marijuana and on the medicine-
FDA approved turned into a bullet to the head.
BANG.
Sinister structure of society-
**** america why did you have to lie to me.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
It started as a joke we all laughed at the thought
of slanging coke
or passing cops with a whole bag of thizz
cheesing out ya window, just like Andre and Mac Dre in the Bay and Valley Joe
But now the game got real
I'm broke and choked for skrill (skreel) and this sandwich place can't even contend with the dough I'd make if I dealed
But who could I trust and who would squeal, make me have to peel out in my whip as I dipped
moved cribs and changed homies
Do I have a soul of a drug dealer or one for slapping on pepperoni to a sandwich for another zombie
Do I have the soul of a drug dealer?
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
Sit back, relax, these cravings make this couch feel like rehab
out of reach of my stash, feel like I'm crashin' but I already crashed
been here since work an' I can't feel my feet, crap!
Sit up, and remember everything that you tried to keep from thinkin' of
your account, the amount, dropping like doves
in these times of war, no heroes just ****** nerdin' out on the game of life
trying step it up on the score boards, tryin' ta live like lords in this world
that has no law, why not be an outlaw, tough cuffed, straight jaw
dealin' out pain like a war god, Kratos, dime bags is small tomatos
when you could push yayo, one call to my man and I could get a crateful.
****** if I ain't a salesman, slanging nuns chewy doobies on the side, call me satan
and I'm the king of this world, it's hell, try escapin', I could have it
in the palm a' my hand if I made a move but then I gotta choose, play my luck
trust my ******* gut to keep from getting cut, like it's my only homie but he only knows
me cause I was pushing dro with the stonies.
I don't want a knife in my back, a run in with the feds or getting popped by the caps
tryin' ta dodge traps laid by cats that is jealous of my stacks,
I want a paradise where we all make racks, blast our music, blaze it fat, and all rap
sleep with both eyes closed, no need to watch our back,
too bad we were born in a world ruled by cash,
ain't never gonna have a globe like that...
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
Oakland...walkin with my Walkman
Collecting cans to get 10 cents so u can try to pay the man
Gang banging...ppl slanging that good stuff
Yup that's Oakland
Walkin to the corna store
Gimme more gimme more
Make sure I get the right kinda mint like the wood
Maybe I could try and get outta Oakland
Dreamin of a better life
Free from familiar strife
Shoot this is life
Sharp like a two edge sharp knife
I laugh cuz I kno I'm better than this
Oakland...walkin with my Walkman dreamin...schemin...believin
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
Late night, into the morning, in a lonesome bed still yawning
Vest on my chest and a tingle between my legs, I'm mourning
It's a confusing feeling, the thoughts in my brain are calling
Seven years old and the appealing feelings are appalling
Vexed by the *** that my peers are having
I stay with boys, on the corner, hanging
Moving crack rocks, ******* slanging
But my hormones know and leave me panging
Caught by my father as a guy goes down
Kicked all around and thrown of of town
Homophobe Dad don't want me around
Now I'm just searching eternally for a sound
They called me immoral and assumed my brain unsound
Moving product, all I ever wanted was to wear that crown
Like Omar on The Wire, King of the streets, feared all around
They have no love, after being caught my life crashed down
I traveled the street loathsome and alone I always dined
Until I met the man I adore and we saw the changing times
We marched for freedom and worked within the lines
Now I have a love that I can say is all mine
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
See the enemy is they that hide behind the screens
The enemy is we who fall for the same things
The enemy walks by you each day and hears every say
The enemy tells you to walk away but has gun play??
The enemy tells you do right over wrong
The enemy still playing hells theme
Song
The enemy smiles at you desperately plotting secretly
The enemy knowing which keys to tune
The enemy loving every war slanging bloom
The enemy isnt Trump it's the people behind him
The enemy only wants you focused on him
The enemy says times are tough but they just bluff
The enemy doesn't care about you or your family
The enemy only truly cares about your energy 💯
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
Coke at the fireplace,
sitting in a crowd
It just doesn't stop.
Doesn't quit.
"As long as there's that tic tic followed by that bump"
you sway your hips.
red dress shayshaying against your hips.
soft satin rubbing on that skin of an angel.
it's a black night
in a white light
You don't know what this means quite yet,
but the pulsating beat
tapping on your soles
in the distant city
it beckons for you,
to come out tonight
and dance your way back to it.
It's a white light
actually it's a white light in your eyes now.
that's what happens when you're destined for this part
equip yourself
on this ride
satin feels like a itchy grip now don't it?
but all is better ain't it?
many a hour later
you shall
share with us this splendor
blinding magnificence
for we are the peons
and you are the the great inquisitor
of the abstract blue
slanging rocks,
on the mountain tops.
Should we know better
or shall we know less?
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
Try and pose some grand question to the innocuous universe overhead
Or run and fall on tired tread train tracks, flailing arms and legs, screaming
This Elysium falls over broken skulls and your life is shattered too, screen-door glass shards
Pompous waterfalls of the soul crash on a vacant rock, and you sit crying to imaginary songs
Take walks through empty towns and fantasize about some crumbling bridge
Or even smash vending machines in anger
Or kick at tenement building walls, and hope to God that they fall
Like you did when the spirit left your body
We were too young to understand, the slanging match of the soul
And how the doors that slammed were representative of a larger being
The ever present societal constructs that they were bound
And now even in adulthood we too scream at one another
Wishing we were not them
Praying we were sane
So you wash dishes by the grease fire, moonlight faded curtains
And I sit by the table, grinning some unfathomable grin
Because just yesterday I stood there too and washed in the same manner
Fighting urges to lunge and fall at the humming beast in the corner
Or so and you make eye contact
And but I am lost in trains of thought
Or thoughts of trains
And just then the kids come crying, from the upstairs rooms
In the house that we grew up in
Or perhaps, the house I lived in and you grew up in
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
I don’t know if it’s just the bitter cold
or the failure of the liquor to warm my soul,
but there’s frostbite on my lungs and an emptiness deep inside me.
“The future is bright” oh what a lie,
spending every night with my only company; the sky,
the stars lose the fight and even fade when the sun rises high,
and it does so spitefully.
I’ve got unlimited time,
claiming invincibility as a crime.
I’ve got an endless list in rhyme,
but I have no conclusion.
Tell me Scout, is this a joke you were planning?
Boo Radley’s tree is not for hanging.
Gritted teeth and fists are banging.
I’ve got unlimited time,
but no energy left for the climb.
I’ve got never ending points to chime,
but it’s all an illusion.
Tell me Scout, is this a joke I’m not understanding?
Boo Radley’s tree is not for hanging.
Dodging punches and slurs they’ve all been slanging.
I evaluated the situation up and down, left and right,
and I still don’t think it’s accurate of that night,
‘cause the level was too hard when I meant to choose beginner.
I tried to hold your interest with all my might,
but I noticed your eyes drastically dim in light,
the screen flashed “game over” before we were even done dinner.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 8:37 PM UTC
When the darkness comes
and I unravel, undone,
I know only you will get me.
When I’m fully consumed
and swearing I’m doomed
I’m sure you’ll wish you never met me.
How can you give a ****
if you don’t know who I am
and all the stories that are my building blocks.
Take the time to cram,
assign roles of lion and lamb,
but apparently it’s a wolf now in these talks.
And the pictures were colour
yet all the same they seem black and white,
maybe they faded as they sure seem duller,
or maybe there’s just not enough light.
Everyone pulls away, I sadly know the drill,
it’s impossible to stay, or even just stay still.
Throwing punches and slanging slurs,
tell me is it impossible to draw a line?
I gave her a heart but she never gave hers,
I’m surprised she even wanted mine.
I’m stupid enough to keep my word
and foolish enough to keep a promise.
Dissecting and analyzing the absurd,
intelligence is the mortal enemy to total bliss.
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
People pushing each other, fed up
They won't ever let, let up
Being fat ******** straight up
Stand between them, like break up.
Spinning heads on grownd
Slanging slurs profound
Laying curses that bond
People who themselves have not found
People hate when you being a challenge
Even less when you walking on the edge
Like stop being edgy, the ledge will cut your fingers
Lean on the edge less
I don't stress, I always lacked finesse
Everyday I care about my cringe less and less
My vape I caress, my fedora's a bless
I keep saying I'm thinking I'm the best
Not afraid to put it to a test
It ain't no contest
I watch the sunset
And drink from my wine set
Tip my hat and yeah I'm fat
And yeah at some things I'm pretty bad
But approach me
I'll coach thee
with no fee
Rehearse these
lessons for free
Man, I'll leave you on the ground lying
Foaming on the mouth without fighting
My rhymes are braggadocious
With ferocious one liners
Feel heroic come find us
Me and my boy honu
Hold the ******* phonu
We will effin bone you
We are known as chrome crew
Because we use chrome dude
Crudely eating ram, sweet
Like we eat the *** ****
Honu is a gayest dude I know.
He layeth down for no hoes
He only layeth down for Bros
He only blows the ***** of pros.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
It should have been home and instead it was the equivalent of rounds of no Brexit deal tribulations
We were largely at war, it was the Renaissance of our sour relationship
which we thought had been swept under the bristles of the front door mat
but the residual anger had decided to rise to the surface and encompass our relationship once again
Relationship is a funny word, almost,
it is like we are on a ship, facing the tides and the currents
the smooth sailing -
but that never lasts, not really.
I leave the house and feel your eyes burning behind my back
you're not sure if I will come back -
because he didn't
but you've asked me to leave as it's now destroying you.
I'm not really sure what you mean because you've never properly explained not in a coherent way anyway.
All the words get lost
letters are muddles up and now there's a slanging match with words that aren't even in the dictionary,
I look them up later to check.
I've had enough
and so have you
some relationships don't last until the end instead they sail and drift away.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
Bodies going down in my city
Man I tell you it's ******
No lobbies or committees to combat
The epidemic of systemic genocide
Man I'm so tired
Of losing all my friends to dope
******* shoot it up
Snort it like coke
All up in their nose
If you're into popping pills
They got those too
***** lethal but it's legal
The government's got you boo
Get addicted want to quit it
hit the clinic get your fix in a minute
Heroin's a game
But only the pusha man is in it to win it
Cause the dope is slaying
Dealers don't give a **** about the implications
Of the drugs they slanging
Saying man come back I got more of that
Homie keep on banging
Family trees rearranging due to falling leaves
But as long as they stacking stacks
They'll perpetuate the perpetual disease
The illness is the illest
The realness is the realest
And if you feel this
Tell me what the deal is.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
We live, We Rot,
We also die,
We born to seek the truth,
but live in a lie,
To live in forever youth,
Maybe the end is nigh,
and extinction is insight,
Living by the Government orders,
Everything filmed by phones and camcorders,
Fighting against the system,
Destroying all that is wisdom,
I laugh at everything I see on social media,
Cause I don't want to live in a state of acedia,
I am done with the hypocrites,
to be like the army of offended termites,
See I don't lie about being an hyprocite,
There's nothing that I will not admit,
See you think that violence will be the change,
Like a mosh pit to the metal/rock scene,
See I think that violence will never be the change,
Cause the government always wants the votes at the voting machine,
Cause it doesn't fit the cultures at the firing range,
Cause history is full of dirt, so is the future,
nothing that can be cleaned via a washing machine,
Cause let face it, Humanity is an infected wound that needs a suture,
Cause it always about disagreements on skin colour and culture,
First breath to the last, final air exchange,
Bullet to the face, arm, chest, body, beauty changer,
Even Makeup might make a dog still look like it got the mange,
Everyone still in somewhat sort of danger,
See Beauty is not skin deep, it is everything about you,
in life, your either hot or ugly, but one thing at the end we all turn blue,
See you can be hot, but with an attitude of I get what I desire,
Leave you petty and god **** ugly,
See you can be hot, but with an attitude of I can be a classifier,
Leave you looking like a slow hair growth, pretty stubbly,
See you can be ugly, but with an attitude of I work for what I have,
Can leave you pretty and **** hot,
See you can be ugly, but with an attitude of what I have, I also gave,
Can see a woman or a man, that won the lot,
Cause prettiness is worked and earn, respected,
Cause ugliness is sang and burnt, upon reflected,
Often sang by the death choir,
Burnt and set in fire,
Religion is the hateful community,
So is every other community that is a crier,
from the LGBTQ+, Black, Asian, White, It all in disunity,
Slanging matches, slanging arrows, at each other,
Murdering a family, ****** the mother,
Murdering a family, ****** the father,
Murdering a family, ****** the daughter,
Murdering a family, ****** the son,
Murdering a family, ****** the baby,
Murdering a gang, blood brothers,
Murdering a era, one after another,
Education is just a cover,
Truths to discover,
Coffin, Soil just a ground cover,
A Chariot in flames rode by an winged hussar,
Cause communities, cults are all dangerous,
Beliefs, Cultures, Styles will all end in obtaining the justice,
Maybe it Covid, Maybe it us, that was the start of the end,
of a Humane extinction purpose
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC