"speakin" poems
For real, keep it on loop
I dig it a lot, like mama’s corn soup
You feelin’ me, hearing that tune
Or maybe I’m in the wrong room
Get up on it, know what I mean
Jammin’ on hot scones with cream
This song needs to tell our life stories
We all have battles forever in our lives
When you hear the sound of pop pop, oh no
Kids gettin’ shot for a pair of shoes in Chicago
Tough neighbourhood street
Corrupt badges on the beat
Planting dope, selling candy at the corner shop
Writing songs, tagging everywhere, if you dare
Doin’ time, enter from behind, I never, I swear
Come out on parole, new king on throne, lost all control
If I had my time again, I’d save a lot more, forget ‘bout toys
Look over my shoulders, stick to the plan, escape from the boys
They aren’t speakin’ our language
Let’s get the hell outta there, somewhere tranquil
Day by day, lets see if we can crack the code
Try placing ones thoughts in a brand new abode
For better or worse, it’s up to you, not your corner crew
We grew up thinking we had to listen, who knew
Step outside the hood, look around, don’t be shy
Then buy a one-way Greyhound ticket, say bye bye
At the start it might feel hard, but give it a chance
You’ll be surprised what you find, just take that first glance
Tough neighbourhood street
Corrupt badges on the beat
Planting dope, selling candy at the corner shop
Writing songs, tagging everywhere, if you dare
Doin’ time, enter from behind, I never, I swear
Come out on parole, new king on throne, lost all control
If I had my time again, I’d save a lot more, forget ‘bout toys
Look over my shoulders, stick to the plan, escape from the boys
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
Gonna move to Qatar
ride in a gold Beemer
playin' songs for the Emir
on a ruby studded guitar.
Live in a silver highrise
go skiing in the desert
eat caviar for desert
singin' about the disenfranchised
and ruby studded guitars.
I'll be an expat in Doha
drinkin' with the monarchy
speakin' absolute malarkey
playin' tunes for all my brohas
on my ruby studded guitar
in Qatar.
r ~ 6/14/14
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
Relaxin' is a mental state
I like to be in.
Doin this entertainment business
makes you feel
more like
not a free man.
Sustenance is what I needed!
It's a must we get
back to the basics.
Let's forget self hatred.
It's too blatant...
The things we say and do
to make
me
you
Feel blue...
so blue...
so blue...
so blue...
Ahhh,
Take it easy
God please make me see
That I'm speakin in vein
about the pain I can't contain
without the doctor tellin me
***** you ****** crazy!
Unless you take a drug or 3
or some Dramamine... some Dramamine... some drama, I mean...
My mind state is buggin me
Why is no one lovin me
like my favorite soap opera star On tv?
I thought it was real and not a fallacy... and not a fallacy.
Why has my surroundings taught me
That I need a pill
to heal?
When all I need is some spiritual feed.
Relax...
Take my time...
Set a course...
Breathe in...
Thoughts of success and not divorce!
Breathe out...
Stress and pain feeling no remorse!
It's insane
that a mere mortal
could be on the border
when everything doesn't have to be
so stressed out (F'ed up!)
and outta order!
RELAX!!
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 11:53 AM UTC
a:\>_about_race_
oh, back in civil rights times
i would have been right
beside you fighting...
oh, what the hell you mean?
there-s no such thing as
racist police,
the conversation
should be about
black-on-black violence...
besides if he pulled up his pants
he wouldn-t have been profiled then
sure, mlk was killed in a suit,
but he was speakin' wild, man...
oh, and besides, i don-t see race,
i have colorblindness...
except if a poc gets a job over me,
then that-s the only
reason why they hired him...
why do we talk about racism,
it doesn-t exist, for
godssake can-t you see we have
a black president...
oh, please don-t play the race-card,
besides no one is more discriminated
against than we are...
oh, blacks shouldn-t say the n-word,
just cuz of how dreadful it sounds
oh, since we are best friends
can i say 'nigga' now, huh?
you won-t let me say it???
that-s discrimination! things are
different now, you are no longer
in enslavement...
catch up with this nation,
catch up with the times,
this isn-t about race,
why don-t you admit it?
just because i-m white doesn-t
mean i have privilege...
i mean open your eyelids,
i know blacks never got
indentured servitude
but for a second,
can we focus on the irish?
they suffered too, even if they
won-t subjected to
the same **** kidnapping,
mental breakdown to force subjugation,
and violence.
sure we always ostracized black people
but y-all put y-allselves on an island
y-all will get more respect if y-all just
stop embracing your race, your heritage
stop calling yourselves black
and african-american,
just call yourselves american
stop complaining,
and just be silent
i don-t like talking about race
so much controversy surrounds it...
you know the only way to stop
racism is just don-t talk about it.
j:\>_j_c_c_
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
Speakin’ in general, I’ave tried ’em all
The ‘appy roads that take you o’er the world.
Speakin’ in general, I’ave found them good
For such as cannot use one bed too long,
But must get ‘ence, the same as I’ave done,
An’ go observin’ matters till they die.
What do it matter where or ‘ow we die,
So long as we’ve our ‘ealth to watch it all—
The different ways that different things are done,
An’ men an’ women lovin’ in this world;
Takin’ our chances as they come along,
An’ when they ain’t, pretendin’ they are good?
In cash or credit—no, it aren’t no good;
You’ve to ‘ave the ‘abit or you’d die,
Unless you lived your life but one day long,
Nor didn’t prophesy nor fret at all,
But drew your tucker some’ow from the world,
An’ never bothered what you might ha’ done.
But, Gawd, what things are they I’aven’t done?
I’ve turned my ‘and to most, an’ turned it good,
In various situations round the world
For ‘im that doth not work must surely die;
But that’s no reason man should labour all
‘Is life on one same shift—life’s none so long.
Therefore, from job to job I’ve moved along.
Pay couldn’t ‘old me when my time was done,
For something in my ‘ead upset it all,
Till I’ad dropped whatever ’twas for good,
An’, out at sea, be’eld the dock-lights die,
An’ met my mate—the wind that tramps the world!
It’s like a book, I think, this bloomin, world,
Which you can read and care for just so long,
But presently you feel that you will die
Unless you get the page you’re readi’n’ done,
An’ turn another—likely not so good;
But what you’re after is to turn’em all.
Gawd bless this world! Whatever she’oth done—
Excep’ When awful long—I’ve found it good.
So write, before I die, ” ‘E liked it all!”
2.4k
Little pockets of sound that skyrocket around
Words: verbs, adjectives, nouns
Words can get me steaming or lucid dreaming
And it leaves me silently screaming to see people consider words a weapon
Like they mean to cause harm
Well let me remind you I have the right to bear arms
Just because what’s on that page is mine
Doesn’t means it aligns with the ideals in my mind
Writing is expression, not confession
So when I write about a character who is confused and depressed
Buys a used gun and a bulletproof vest
And shoots up his classmates in the middle of a test
Because everyone ignored the signs of his anger
Doesn’t mean there’s a trench coat on my hanger
But nevertheless, they labeled me me a threat
Better yet, they focused on me instead of the 15 year old addicted to cigarettes
and took my words out of context
Because they are con-text
Well I’m pro-text and I protest that they suggest that I’m hopeless
and I know this coldness only hones my focus on my magnum opus
But where would we be without controversy?
The indirect side effect to freedom of speech
A beacon for speakin’ your mind without your rights being breached
It’s all in the name
When you write, you’re right
But when you advocate censorship, then you’re ****
My two cents are worth a million bucks
So who cares if they contain a million *****
F-words might be wayward but in a way they aren’t F-words, they’re A-words
Because all words are equal on surface
Well, until one strikes a nerve with a conservative
Who, without even meeting me, determined me to be
The next **** Germany
I didn’t write a story about a school shooter
I wrote it about how one impressionable kid became a slave to the page
And lost himself in the rage as an unfortunate consequence
And it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense
That the school would let themselves fall victim to a nonexistent threat
Brought on by a few paragraphs on a pair of half ripped papers stapled and
Paper-clipped to the rest of my script
You can place the blame but you became that same shameful shell
Hell, you can expel me, but you can’t compel me
To stop yelling again with this paper and pen
Or a stage and a mic
Going without words is like an endless hunger strike
Being voiceless ain’t a choice for this
When I protest, I prefer to be heard
A whole lot can happen with a few simple words
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC
Yo its two thousand fifteen
And i still aint seen
No fuckin' progress
I wonda why i gotta keep a gat
And a vest
Fools aint playin' no more
I see the govs ready to score
They say pain is temporary
But how? When its so many in the cemetery
Loved ones and fallen ones
Im still eatin' bread crumbs
Off the floor tryna find the key to unlock the door
To my mind but im blind
Ask the Lord for sunshine
MY moms aint feelin' me
But i got my homies
N a pistol with me
I see visions at night
Im dead at least thats what my undertake said
******* homie?? Im feelin' lonely
My mind playin' tricks on meeeee
Next day i feel under the weather
Hopin' it'll get alittle better
Day dreamin' about last night
Still thinkin' its the reaper in my sight
Shake my head stand tall but i aint scared
So my family sends the preacher through
And tells me to tell him what im goin through
He said i need to go to church
But thats ********
Im havin' a spiritual fit
Cuz i just cant cope all that biblical ****
He says im wrong
I say **** him
And i grab the ****
Playin' ol gangsta *** songs
NWA ICe cube n Eazy E
Its soo sweet
Turn it up check the bass in the beat
As i fall asleep damnnb homie
My mind playin' tricks on meeee
Yo now im sleepin'
Here he comes the demon peepin'
Is it me?
Or my conscious speakin' to me?
Evil thoughts conflictin' war
All my enemies i see them in gore
Then of a sudden i ask the lord
What the **** am i hear for??
Tears running down mamas cheek
I wake up but i cant speak
Peep through the fuckin' window
Take another hit of the indo
I see myself lookin' at myself
Layin' in a casket
I drop the blunt then a flew
Try to rush and look for my crew
But they dead too
Walk througj the shadow of death
Take a deep breath
As my consciousness left
Suddenly I woke up in a scream
Touch myself n seen my cream
On the dresser i fill refresh sa
Im in a cold sweat
Called up my homies?
They right by me
And i said got **** homie
I had a bad dream
But all this time my mind
Was playin' tricks on meeeee
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
Thank you ,
for being who you are
Thank you ,
for fighting with so meanin' way
Thank you ,
for showin' me what box means
Thank you ,
for revealin' your strength in the boxing ring
Thank you ,
for makin' me stronger
Thank you ,
for your way of speakin'
Thank you ,
for refusing to participate to killing innocent people
Thank you ,
for being so patient in the prison
Thank you ,
for not lettin' everything go with the the 3yrs deadlines
Thak you ,
for teaching me what going on means
RIP
for this saddest day ever
Thank you
for this unforgettable day ever
03-jun-2016
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
Red owl Raoul
is black cat jesus, that's me.
She is a buddha *****
cosmic Kali.
WE BOTH
LIKE
PANCAKES!
We be time-benders;
the Moonrise
Kingdom children.
She's the d-flow,
I'm the P-funk.
We both be seein the future
in-synchronistic
copacetically hieroglyphic kaleidoscope jazz time.
Speakin' cayenne magic,
we make love with eye blinks
and smoke kisses.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
Kaincha tok normal, ever sangle wunnaya?
Omina tellya diss. Nuthin lie kat is good.
Alla us oiz tok English good allatime
Ever day uhda world in mah neighborhood.
Us is sum, y’know, good tokken people.
Yeah, ain’t nobuddy speaks good lie cuss.
Lessen there from round here, ah mean.
We got eddycated good, no muss, no fuss.
We don’t need no college, no way Jose.
We gunna do jess lock are parents did.
We go to school every day till eitghteen
Jess lock dey did win dey was a kid.
Ever now and then, you can get ahold
Of sum buddy whose totally iggnent.
They stick there noses up in thuh air.
They think there better, sumthin differnt.
But really, it’s just a mute point, I mean
Irregardless of whut they bin sayin’
They jess turn stuff round 360 degrees.
It’s jess a nother word game there playin’.
Thuh important thang is to be understood
Not that thuh people say everthang rite.
The important stuff to tok about is
To know whut is wrong and whut is rite.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
Life is beautiful like song theme
Yet there are some blurry things
Things that are moving like locus
Everything blurry but still keeping focus-
On making work done
Which was left undone
Which was left -
Thinkin’ blurry things in life is bad
That left things now make me sad
Sitting in the tool, mother’s sewing the wool
saying him , ‘’ son, life is beautiful ‘’
But there’s blurry things in him
Making a beautiful life as sin —
So always think twice before speakin’
Be wise after sb start believin’
Coz blurry things in life stays forever
Stays forever ♾
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC
Youth had it comin'.
Shoulda never worn that pretty dress.
Shoulda never walked through that door.
Shoulda never sat
on the most rickety chair
in the joint, fallin'
on my lap th' way she did.
Kinda knew it would happen,
too. Always could tell
a fresher face-ripe for
the pickin', I always used ta
say.
*Well, now, did you step
on one of them pork-yoo-
pahns, lil missy?*
*Nice to meet you, Girl.
His name is Inevitability.
You might've missed him,
looking from the corner
of the wall opposite the back
of your head, whistling Dixie
on your bristled follicles
mid-daydream, via inhale.*
Gathered herself, laughed.
Jackpot. Told me,
after a couple drinks, that she
wasn't
any sorta damsel in de-stressss,
that she knew all. Mind you, all!
The tricks in the fairy tale
handbook. Front to back,
to boot!
Fed her Cinderella fr'm top
to bottom, ate it up like
a backwoods ******
*Speakin' of storytellin',
you wanna know what
my favorite Shake-spee-uh sayin'
is,* hm? *'s the one where
the lady wants ta be a man,
them loony Europeans.*
*Anyway, one of the guys there,
puffs up his chest n' shouts,
"Some are born great. Some
achieve greatness. N' some
have greatness just ******
right up on 'em"*
*Get up outta that chair,
pretty lady, and get ready
for a time you ain't* ever
gon' forget
*It was then that nightfall
spilled over like a broken ink bottle,
salivated over the horizon with
the hunger of a bleeding river's mouth
as all our girdles loosened,
and with the last protracted sigh
of metallic wisdom, hushed our
brigade of inner children's choirs,
massaged the cramp settled
on the back of our left legs,
turned out the lights,
and went to sleep.*
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
Let me know how you feel about me
So i can know where we stand and
If so just know ill be down for you
Baby just give me the clues
So tell me if ya still care about me
Must we fight baby dont ya know
I wont always be right
And if you listen to my heartbeat
I hear your soul slowly weap speakin to me
So tell tell me if ya still care about me
So tell me baby do you really
Now that we got our wedding day
Already plot so if you just let me
Do what i have to do because i only see myself and future with you
Soo tellllll me if ya still care about me
So tell me if ya still care
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 7:10 AM UTC
Sheriff has his feet up
Outlaw rides a path
Deputy is cleanin up
***** draws a map
Of a tumble ****
Tumbelin down the street
Where the fields a burnin
And the wells are dry
And the blacks burnin
The curious eyes
Of a crow perched on a fence
wheat hangin from its beak
Where bones are speakin
From a barn ablaze
Old man speakin
From the flames
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
The Forceps on the Skull
The Freedom Down my Throat
The Careless Jaunty Attitude
The Dead boy long Gone
No voice, No mouth, No brain
No Opinion, No Choice, No Thought
The child coaxed in rudiments
The warm fuzz ball of puke
The play-doe reindeer bones
The bandaged up wild wet wagon movie
Throaty
Toe drum octagon
Therapy Slowly
Octopus keymaker
Uh, you don't know me
Grow old in set bone brains
Can't hold a lighter to a memory of a conversation flicker
Septum dust headbutts tattoos of a mirror
**** shiver
What's His Name?
What's His Name?
Slidin’ care home cider casket cycles home
Nun **** jar finds a hair in comb
Hold a Jug up to your speakin’ ear and drink
Run circles round the square
Run circles round the square
Why don't you just do it?
Why don't you just?
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
a hot number and
you could see the dice smokin
her luck was on fire
life was a flash in the pan sweet
the glory of the hot hand
hounded when its thin
celebrated when its speakin
she walks with a swagger
and clutches the wages of her sin
alone on the pinnacle of power
looking down on the pretty city lights
plunder at her feet
her thoughts turn once again
to the real
how a single turn of the cards
could change it all
how the glory of the hot hand is so fleeting
see the cards turn her to cold stone
plunge her to the depths
but oh god that feeling
the glory of the hot hand
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
Always had a black Christmas
Uncle sam used to dissed us
So since im a hellrazor
In the guns we trust bust
At my enemies watch em
Scatter like roaches
Take caution when ya approach
To this **** life
Baby we livin' reckless
Rolex watches and herringbone necklaces
So what if i wear baggy pants
**** the corporate society eyin' me
I got strikes on me
Quick to turn a brother in
Take a guzzle of gin
Until its corner left take a deep breath
Im on my last steps lord forgive
Its the **** in me
Lost so many homies through the years
Sheddin' tattoo tears uh
Now that ive studied
Multiple war strategies
I got less casualties
My comrades all bad
We raw with our weaponry
No nigguh could ever get to me
Since the covert deception is clear
Im no longer happy here
Faded dreams long live the King
Im speakin' Garvey antics
My tactics are frantic
Never panic
I was made a menace out of wedlock
couldnt focus in the bias schools
So i had to drop
Now im packin' knotted socks
With a pocket full.of.rocks
Quick cash leads to the grave
But how can i find freedom
When im.just a slave?
To the entities that be
And if you expose there secrecy
That label you public enemy
Number sittin' in a jail cell
Or send ya body to hell but i dont yell
The most violence is done silence
While innocents mind being blinded
Respect ya self run ya own ****
And never be apart of the corporate
Or pulpit
Cuz when ya die theyll remember ya name
Then the next day forget ya name
So i guess ill just weighin' my fears
Strugglin' this for all my homies
Sheddin' tattoo tears
Behind penitentiary steel
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Give me a pen paper in watch me **** the
Ink once it hits the sheets
Get it this style aint unique
So blink im shuttin' out brains
So ya even cant think
Im the devious dangerous poetic terrorist
So all others can bite the dust
Leave ya stiff as old pizza crust i cant even trust
My own gotdamn self my mind is light years ahead of the game
By the time the catch up all the see is the flames
No smokes but the **** i **** take notes
As i hit you with atomic bomb antedote most cant handle the pain i drop from my brain
Mental epilepsy got em going insane
Hits harder than ******* no shame
To keep my adversaries in pain
Face adversities everyday so im.using to get hate so **** what they say
Im diabolical superior intellectual
Beatin muthaphukkas so bad
They loose they own ******
Preference or agenda **** Propaganda
I stand ya and ill slam ya
In the gravel like a punch from the judges gavel
Milleniums of quotes travel in my mind as it speed
Give me this power thats all in my head
As i read
Out aloud brainstorms without a cloud
Palms filled with the worlds waters and lands
Wrappin up contraband even in Japan
I could make earthquakes wake
Because my lyrical content shakes n wakes
All the masses
Appear to me with ********
I shatter ya soul like broken glasses daily i take passes
From another dimension fools get stuck n detention when i mention
Lyrics rollin off the tip of tongue
Mental lynching
Brains pench clear the bench
Like professor x using his intellect to select
What he wants to control
Yosef is too bold to fold been to war
So i know scold
Politics ******* the mrs devil ****
Imma keep ****** off the media
Til.i touch my casktet drastic fantastic
Gun poppins
What ya see is what ya get
Not talkin dramatics im speakin automatic
Rifles let go as im spittin bullet holes in my foe
Leave em dizzy and wozzy got ya ****** body bubblin' like a jacuzzi dont lose me
When i start to go kick a flow that entice any evil
Dont need to be clarified of this
Dont ya know yosef be the poetic terrorist
Poetic terrorist !!!!
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
I’m on some new **** since last week ha-ha (fade)
**** love
I don’t care the way u think rite now
Cause I don’t wanna be loved rite now
I’m goin though a faze were boys are boys
And wht u say but hittin in quitin
Ha-ha we speakin the same lango
And I just don’t care
Ready for tht roller coasta ha-ha
So give be some of tht yum yum yum
Tht good stuff
Cause u fine as **** id tap tht is an instant
Thts wht I told u (ha-ha)
I don’t have a heart for the time being
Let’s play each other
Player (ha-ha)
And then wake up ( ha-ha tht was fun)
Imma score for a winner in the end
a fine *** mother *****
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 1:04 PM UTC
Integration of spirit and body, is a reason for being mortal for a while
for some
secret reason
known only to the initiates,
the Melchisidekean
Priest hood, known by believers to be Jesus, Pre-existancy
Avatar thingy do.
Ah, but Lucifer and he were bros, y'know. The rub, that nagging urge,
get up and move the wagon, why lie
there comfy in your bubble
believing not all spirits are from God, but
some are. Try the spirits, if they can preach the good news
the angels brought:
God and the disconnected reconnected, Joy flows to the world.
Alleluia, right.
-- note: no list of do/don'ts save common sense.
Plugitin plugitin a bean in y'ear, a bean in y'ear
about as big as a yeast
beast.
Leaven, y'know, comes in flavors. Like proteins,
most leavening things leaven only one thing,
however,
word borne leaven leavens
everything,
and we ain't speakin' even-jello-ic jiggle of crystalizatio,
we talking boomin' gaseous gluten intro-learyant
beans, beans, beans po'folk beans
leavenistical
words witcha maya hoid yo grama say
breathe. Be leaving all your lies and tries to us as we
dare to cast our care
wind words, net let out, starboard,
un-error-o-matic
good new net. Wait.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
life is me not us so to us life is smoke so i smoke life and she get me highier then u will eva know so blaze to the end of days but life is love also so why when she speak to me i dont see her but i hear her so wat is love thats not here in my heart but i feel her there they say time will tell all the question is when is that time goin to be here cuzz the heart hurts speakin fr a person thats in love or is it but i know love is there im stuck in two worlds one real tha other a fantasy all at the same time they feel tha same blunts keep me here in the real world sober keep me in the fantasy funny rite but that kills slowly so to my love i need u and to my heart i dont feel u so wur is the body lost in all the blunts or cigs to others or wateva keep u in the real world in the end love ur life make to ur comfort
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 12:29 PM UTC
Remained uh
Loyal to the game
Infamous is my name
Im after the fire
Its the return of the reign
Since Pac is King
Im the prince back to hit
Ya with some real ****
Hard to dodge when tryna
Put haters n critics n casket
Though a *******
I still made a change **** the fame
And all these nigguhs is speakin' the same
Riddle me this as i hit ya with some game
Aint got no shame
I was apart of the drug game *******
Filled my pockets mayne
Hangin' on differ corner slangin'
But it was the environment that got me bangin'
But i heard better blues when i see the news
Im seein my people in a fued
At war over each other
For nothing
All roughed up by the media for
Nothing
Then all of sudden
When a brother wants to regained consciousness
They label it ludicrous take my quotes as a diss
But i dismiss
All the ******** got to stay real to roots
Until the fat lady sangs remain
Loyal to the game
Though i was
Cursed as a *****
My focus was on chasin' figures
From ***** dreams
Too ******* in my abode scene
Jewels & jacuzzi in the limousine
Big tv screens
Things aint what it seems
Somehow I thiught money
Would bring happiness
But it only attract serpents
Evil is the root to sorts of treachery
Gotta watch who's next to me ?
Feel me!
They say they have your back
But the first to attack
When ya turn ya back
Thats friends in this day in age
They say why you upset im growin' in a rage
All i know is dope hoes n a 12 guage
They ****** up my community
With the spiritual raid
Invested in homocide drug cartels
Suicide prostitution the stories never fail
And ah
If you plan on makin' future
Better believe they comin' to shoot ya
Eradicate our whole race
The nation steadily sayin' **** you to our face
Get out the **** pulpits n come to the streets
Thats where its real pack yo steel
So haters can feel
The ammunition of revenge
No pretend we never surrend
We straight up warriors
More than thugs
Now embrace the eternal flame
I dont care if i gotta for my peeps
Im vain but ill remain
Loyalllllll to the gammeeeeee
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
(gnarly guitar riff)
Here I am again, Jesus freakin'
Are you ready, or still seekin'
Can I talk? Call your bluff?
Do you love the world?
Had enough?
I saw a man on the corner of the street
With a sandwich board
from his head to his feet
REPENT! it said, as he did bray
His face was lined, his hair was grey
People threw eggs into the fray
He continued his say
He began to *PRAY
Lord, please forgive them
for what they do...
They don't know Christ
They don't know You
They are blindly going through
They think they're right
but it's not TRUE*
I was there waitin' for the bus
There wasn't much for us to discuss
I said that I would pray as well
He'd inspired me to speak my tell
My testimony of Jesus Christ
How He literally saved my life...
So I started Jesus freakin'
As I got on the bus I was speakin'
I went to people who would listen
The people who wouldn't were just missin'
I told of mercy, I told of grace
I guess people saw by the light in my face
I said that what I told was true
As I got off the bus I said,
*JESUS LOVES YOU!!!
(gnarly guitar riff)*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/15/2016
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
tellin’ me what you had to do
when right now i cant really care
speakin’ to me about what i have to do
how you went through this and that
when i have only experienced that
yeah, what you are doing is hard
but i did all this and it was harder
i know these things
but right now i
do not want to listen
i have lost my ability to comprehend things
I know it seems a lazy way to do things
but i am so tired
of doing things i know i have to do
if i want to be somebody
if i want to be able to be anybody
in this world
but right now
the wrong feelings of motivation are inside of me
there is no motivation inside of me
no one understands this side of me
this side wants to be alone
it does not want to answer the phone
it does not want to do things that will help in the long run
it only desires some short term fun
so leave a message
hopefully i will take a listen later
i will be willing to hear you out
i will not sit and pout as you spout
i have gone through this and that
together you say we could figure it all out
right now you need to understand
that it has all crashed over me
and the motivation has temporarily leaked outside of me
with the tide it will come back in
but right now
it seems so much easier without
remember i am sorry
for the angry things i may have mumbled or shouted
i know you care
but right now i am without a care in the world
or at least willing to hide from it
this poem is just the sum of it
know i love you
and one day
i will take your advice and my common sense
and i will make a difference
the world will be a better place
i will no longer be stuck stagnant
success and i are a magnet
the poles are just currently flipped
and push apart
but like what goes up comes down
i will turn one around
and all my judgement will once again become sound
Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC