"stoppin" poems
Summer heat summer sweet
With a wealthy nature, rich pheromones erupt
Birds n tha bees escape the trees
Please don't plant your seeds
But throw the leaves
Up n up
To get down and drop
Where the dirt pops
Ken keseys ashes
Edible umbrellas turn rainy days on their head spinning pupils wide void of discontentment
Fairies fly off clouds and stars fall at day
Impossible, feelings are blown in and out of proportion to fit a screen thats too small
Tough love
Tough life
Slick surface don't let me fall off the boat as it rocks
Swisher wraps over the curves
Got me feelin lucky like a charm
Cheef all day got me smellin dank as a Rastafarian Only stoppin to sip my Captain Morgans moonshine
Till we hit the caribbean
Then Jack's got me headin for tides end
Early
Flush the bile outta your system
And spiral out of controls iron hand
**** responsibility, Apathy rules all.
Paper crane ******* get all superficial but yellow bones make my brain go fuzzy in smokey ***
In n out, fast n slow
Nicotine dominates
My senses are lost at Molly
That ***** finger ****** my life
Made me *** every time
This unhealthy relation in action doesn't phase me yet, I'm too young to think that far
I mean
What do you expect?
A Teens crowded perceptions can be judged like a bums intentions.
Peace my brotha
Dandy danny says theres a way out
-side with the rap culture
Shots of rebellion pour through the cracks we each fill
The glass
Is too cracked to be see-through
West coast vibes kick back lax attitude I carry on my shoulders
Forever green is my state
Wash that **** off your lawn crack *** haters I'll spray paint your ***
Equality's the goal
**** race
**** sexuality
I see soul
Open up
Show me your beat
I'll count bars as we spit elicited slurs drizzled to drops leaving the cops to stop us
Quit
Obeyin the brand
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
That ***** Named Desire
I had a succubus try to take my seed
in a dream today
I broke the connection and said
***** you gotta pay to playyyyyyy
You so used to controlling my desires
well, NOT ANYMORE
Best get on your knees and call me sire
“Sir you have the floor”
I wage war on the empire
of the realm of desire
So if you conspire to be in my line of fire
Don’t say I didn’t tell you,
You’ve earned my Ire.
The rhythm of my war drum goes:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM
Mah heart BEATS ta da Rhythm of the
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
Dreeeeeiiim
We illuminate truth, or sooo it seeeeeeeeeeeeim
But still.....
The rhythm of my war drum BEATS:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM
So I wage war on the realm of the evil fae
Ima PURIFY da demons until
dey take me away (screamed)
Bleed out into LIFE;
reverse the vampire effect
place succubi in a hearse
and drive them straight ta deaph
cause lately You been drivin me crazy
and making my will, focus, an determination
sooo haeeezzzzy
But NO MORE
cause now Its time to
Settle DA SKORE
Ritually open my wounds
and bleed acid on you
Don’t worry theres enough
cause your hackneyed and few
Ima chase the Daemons off
Smoke my dreads to their lungs
and make dem young cough
so offten I put em in a hot-boxed coffin
Now your outta breath
But im just not stoppin
huh (echo(
whats this? whats this....(echo(
Claws,
talons,
teeth,
and uh oh
Blood barrels stacked Its a wierd supply depot,
for that army growin
and growlin behind your eye, see though....
They Perma-
on your shoulders,
and now mine, Truth Show
!!!!!!1111RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!!11
So my wings tear free of my back
For so long they’ve been bound and compact
I look to my lovers and brothers and CRy
Stand!
Pick up your weapons,
Humanity,
Its time to act
A TRUMPET BLOWS,
BEATING WINGS
THE DRUMS CONTINUE INTO THE DISTANCE
The rhythm of my war drum goes:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM
Mah heart BEATS ta da Rhythm of the
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
Dreeeeeiiim
We illuminate truth, or sooo it seeeeeeeeeeeeim
But still.....
The rhythm of my war drum BEATS:
BOOM BOOM KAT TiS KAT
OHHHHM
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
So, our hero of tha day waz DJ Herc
He b driven’ lil Mizz Dazze ‘round, in a pimped out Merc
Queensbridge waz tha birthplace of Hip-Hop
Red alert, it just won’t stop
It will hurt uz a bit
No more than a **** wid a hit
Wee all thank Merc 4 puttin’ on dat show
Smokin’ sum **** n angel dust, wid sum real blow
A bro named, Coke LA Rock, waz also a financier friend of mine
Handin’ out goodies 2 tha children in-line, all tha time
Nickel bag half n ounce, quarter pound pow, now wee poppin’
Az long az tha music izn’t stoppin’ and tha rocks r still droppin’
If champagne waz still a flowin’, then tha freaks wood b steppin’ in line
Hotel, Motel, u don’t tell, wee don’t tell, one-time root 9
There’s notta man dat can’t b thrown, a horse dat can’t b rode
A bull dat can’t b stopped, a disco dat can’t b rocked, can u decode
Were u @ dat famous house party, thee dope
Spinnin’ tha holy crates of hip-hop, wee hope
A1 B-boy from every known neighborhood, wid a scent
From JC, Tony D’, Sweet n Sour, 2 super DJ ‘Fcukin’ Clark Kent
Sellin’ nickel bags of cannabis, 2 miss layD hoes to mi crew
Made mi coin roll into notes, helping outta few dat I knew
Hip-Hop waz made 4 peace, love, unity n fun
Still b countin’ mi riches, retired n still layin’ in tha hot sun
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
just like a rainbow cast over stormy seas,
you shined your light and it just surrounded me,
illuminating life's pure beauty,
earth and seas, and stones and trees, and birds and bees,
i stumbled bumbled right off your buzz,
your honey kiss, sweet sticky lips cant get enough,
and i know im not falling in love,
i dont fall down,
not when you're around,
im rising up up up,
just like a light inside of crystal caves,
the more i watch you the more the darkness fades,
and i let your sweet voice lead the way,
it leaves me dazed for days,
maybe its infatuation,
caused by recent separation,
my situation's even testin my own patience,
now im sittin waitin,
for some kind of new creation,
im blamin' fate and, i find im hatin',
way too much and way too often,
need new touch, escape this coffin,
my heart is stoppin, and surely droppin
i miss your fresh perspective,
smart and consciously selective,
perfectly hectic,
thats how i expect it,
and i know im not falling in love,
i dont fall down,
not when you're around,
im rising up
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
bet you didnt think a white girl could rap
well ***** best back off before i collapse
before i fly off the wall and off the chain
best back off before i give you some pain
we can rap all day but ill show you up
'cause this white girl can rap, that's whats up
got the chain 'round my neck and rings on my fingers
everybody should rap, **** all them lame singers
wakin' up to rhymes and a beat that be poppin'
if i get rappin' there aint no stoppin'
'cause white girl can rap
after the **** you been talkin'
with a few rhyming words
and now you be walkin'
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 5:00 AM UTC
Brevity of the honk,
Speack soft, yet hard-sided.
The nimble chime of Drake and Sam,
punk rockin', non stoppin.
Sophisticated, yet so simply
what.
wait.
ooooooh, dat feel good.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
Yeah it's Jay, Mr. Self Saboteur,
Fill the bottle up thats what I got the bottle for,
Self fufillin' prophecies got me on the floor,
Drinkin' is the reason but it got me wantin' more,
Not a variety of sobriety when I'm shoppin' in the store,
Got me thinking what's the reason I'm coppin' all this for?
Jesus blood stains up on the sheets,
No Zzz's when I sleep,
All my cups filled up with alcoholic drinks,
So I'm up in that Anonymous,
Cup in hand, hungry hippopotamus,
Sayin' to the man, "I think we need a little Ciroc in us"
I've got a problem, why you think I'm stoppin' cuz?
My names Jay and the liquor's messin' me up,
Every night fellin' closer to Aaliyah,
Saw my reflection now I'm lookin' at the reaper,
Experiment with liquor so fill up my beaker!
Hand on the Bud Light,
Fuckin' with my love life,
Sippin' on the suds like,
Toast to the tough life!
This phenix burns,
Born in thorns with alcoholic horns,
Lookin' at the bottom of the bottle,
Askin' my self if my heart's this hollow,
What do I do? Toss it or swallow,
Well that is a problem for the Jay of tomorrow,
Tryin' to deal with the ills of my convictions,
Sippin' on the liquid of my sickenin' addiction,
Yeah ma, loosen up my inhibitions,
Binge drinkin' means no intermissions,
So welcome my beloved inebriation,
Cup to my mouth instead of conflict confrontation,
Sippin' on the liquid that is toxic to the nation,
Women gettin' twisted my ironic liberation,
If I drink too much I'ma keep it up,
Pinky finger up,
Worried my liver's not weak enough,
Speech slurred so I won't speak to much,
But my mouth's wide open talkin' greek and stuff,
Opps I made a mistake,
Trade Jack Daniels for tonights date,
Gotta live with the consequences that I hate,
Choosin' liquid over women that I try to sedate.
Seems like I'll never get them back,
Well I'll just have to find love within the cup that's in my lap,
So this is a toast to all the alcoholics,
Put up an empty cup, just a little symbolic,
Sacrifice love for a chick that's nymphonic,
And realize it was fine before the Hypnotic,
****
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
WSQF:
Battle of the Bands
tonight we jam, it's the battle of the bands
there's smoke on the stage ***** on the stands
smoke in the rafters, from puffin live
this crowd is ready to rock and jive
AB:
One guitar in hand,
Calling you out animantium plans,
Of having rocktastic fans,
Tattoos and silver lens,
Naked babies,
Naked babies,
Naked babies.
WSQF:
this joint is rockin'
and we be jammin'
some slam dance ritual
and hip hop breakin'
who's gonna take it?
who's gonna take it?
alright...take it to the bridge!
AB:
There is no stoppin what we doin,
Do you smell us when were cookin,
Serving you a hot plate this funkalicious music,
Some old skool flava,
Let us see if you can take it,
All you gotta bop it , move it ,break it,
WSQF:
gonna run some crazy riffs across your brain
sweet heavy metal ..drive you insane
step up the action
raise the stakes
let's see if you got what it takes
AB:
Lead guitarist,
Got a jazzy a vocal,
Bass solos and drums knockin in your ear holes,
Fresh lyrics on a platter,
Cut up nicely,
In to pieces of rock heaven,
Its time to get godly,
WSQF:
home boyz gonna kick it
take it to the next plateau
while your jammin'...face dancer
play those licks real slow
the soul of creation
right there in your hands
this pure fusion..the battle of the bands!
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
[Hook: Legacy]
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
[Verse 1: Legacy]
Imagine your face after our lips touch
One time it's cool for you to kiss your daddy
You say that your last couldn't make you bust
Well baby my love will make you trigger happy
Once you let it off it's gonna sound like
I'm a bring yo **** back and put it down like
I Know that I'm good I got that loud pipe
They hear it outside (baby don't that sound like... ***
Baby come hear I swear I'll slow it down
All you kno is weak and stroke
Well I'm wat you don't know about
We close I know I know ***** got you opened now
Into deep in that ************ hope he drownds
Started talkin **** like I couldn't hold it down
Baby came up broke I know **** sure dat ain't oprahs child
She love tha *** so much that she wrote her vows
This is my third strike I guess I'm goin down
[Hook: Legacy]
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
[Verse 2: Legacy]
I asked her for a rubber (I asked her for a rubber)
She said that she ain't got one (she said that she ain't got one)
I said I'll only do one pump then
**** it I ain't stoppin
She said that she can't *** no more
Can I catch my breath please? "I said yeah"
She dozed off then woke up to a wet dream
She told me stop it *****
I can't be around you bust when you touch it
And now I'm ****** when I think about you
She asked me how I do it? and I'm like "hell if I know"
My toungue just hunting gold your ***** El Dorado
And I'm enjoying it never ashamed
My head could stay under that blancket for days
You'll have to pull me away
Now her belly wasn't fakin'
She waz humble to my gift cause she said she couldn't take it
I don't kno why they act like prison is the worst place
As long as it's witchu I'll be missing every court date
[Hook: Legacy]
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
so ******* fractured
bloodshot eyes
casual lies
i'm okay, i'm okay
i'm fine i say
no one cares enough to notice
the marks on my wrists
the drawings in my sketch book
the title of my playlist
if my tears pool on the ground
and leak under my door
will you see
does anyone see
what my own thoughts do to me
i'm so **** unstable
so irreparable
it's a shame that i'm wasting all this oxygen
thought of cutting myself off today
but i'm so scared i always end up stoppin'
i wear black because i'm mo(u)rning
and hoping i won't see another
don't give me empty words of comfort
don't give me a warning
give me ******* medication
i sit with some copers
drinkers and dopers
oh how it ***** to be the first to come to
when they're still smokin' and drinkin'
and my thoughts are so blue
so i go straight back
breathing in anything i can
to escape the world
my head
my ******* head
for a few moments
before i come back
come to
and cry
like i am now
i dig at my skin
trying to reach something within
dark or light
anything to make me feel alright
stopping just before there's blood
because i'm already seein' red
i don't deserve tomorrow
only my ****** up yesterdays
make a new plan to carry out
i stumble and shake with regret for what i can't do
so ******* fractured
bloodshot eyes
casual lies
i'm okay, i'm okay
i'm fine i say
no one cares enough to notice
so i continue to medicate myself
melting brain cells
taking in all the smells
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Shouting about to all of my homies
Outlaw, Warsaw, even lil Hacksaw
There's something afoot
It's a real hot poppin'
They say, WHAT
I say, YEAH, They all say, NAH
I said, something not right
It's still not a stoppin'
They said, Oh man
I said, Oh man
Everyone in da house shouted
Oh man
The building is on fire
Everybody get on down
Keepin’ da flow, at a very low key
Get your self way out, spoke he
Everyone in da house yelled, Okey-Dokey
'Cause no one wants to be
Miss USA, runner up, say WHO
Nup
Everyone in da house shouted, Oh man
Oh, we bounced on out of there
We be gettin' in nobody's way
Uh-Uh
We're not gunna pop, in someone else's fire
Not today....
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
here's the price for playin with fire
I'm the dealer you're the buyer
one way ticket to hell
i sense your eagerness, i know it well
STOPPIN FOR PASSENGERS
get some rush thru your vein
here i am to step up the game
okay sit back relax
check your arms .. their full of tracks
moving on to your femoral vein
a 5 mill needle gonna rush your brain
watch out for the DVT
the NHS amputate for free
sit back and enjoy the ride
you're about to lose all your pride
you just handed it to me
i ain't finished yet ... you will see
here i am to make you hurt
as I grind your life into the dirt
(C) MANDY RIGBY 23.06.214
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
shut down the gubmint
it ain't workin no more
no end to tax and spend
libs gonna make us all po
shut down the gubmint
don't matter nun no how
unessential personnel
will enjoy a day off now
the gubmint don't funkshun
the gubmint is no good
the gubmint should go away
we'll manage our own hoods
everyone grab yer shotgun
fill the bathtub with water
firemen and cops on furlough
perps we'll give no quarter
the skools we can do widout
common cents is all we need
only teacher unions will be angry
publik skoolin just a liberal creed
won't mail the SS checks
financing lifestyles of idle poor
dis socializm needs stoppin
kick the commies out the door
national parks should be solded
only tree huggers will care
Koch Bros will snap em up
cut trees, strip mine, run job fairs
as long as the Army
keeps bombin the Tallyban
we be safe from Evil Doers
its all in God's good plan
so shut down the gubmint
its time to slash and burn
Teabaggers to the rescue
Obamanation gotta learn
You Tube Music Video:
PO PO Shut Us Down!
Led Zeppelin
When the Levee Breaks
Oakland
4/5/11
jbm
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
does your **** get hard when you hear your own voice
or are you really auditorily jackin off a softie?
chokin on pulls between bottles and bowls
we all know you're full of ****
yellin unfair brackets are the worst of it
come back and talk to me with eyes a little less red
with some stories and quips you haven't beaten so dead
if you're fed up with the honesty then get up and head out
I'll never be stoppin ya
scream and shout as much as you like but somewhere else
cause I'm seconds from droppin ya
an understatement is ever hearing your voice again would be too soon
just the memory is worse than a broken out of tune bassoon
in short I don't hope you end up dead in a fire
but to say I'd be sad would just make me a liar
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Whatever you're poppin'
Won't be stoppin'
Your world from droppin'
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Listen to stories as I spill
Cuz this something that's too **** real
Hard for you to dodge my lyrical collage
So step with me into this reality first
I woke up then I looked up
I see it's a l
Past quarter to nine
And woodys on
At twelve
But forget that verse cuz it was only the spirits in a thirst
Called up a few homies while I'm laying in the bed
Watchin' Wilma and Fred then a thought occured to my head
I told my boys we should go out
Maybe a stripper club or diner
But either way we need to roll out
So I got dressed made sure I was good looking
Check the mirror even it was shooken
Got a make move moving real fast ya see
Cuz I gotta my Posse to G -E -T
My Posse on MLK My Posse on MLK
My Posse On MLK
Now once I pulled up in the big black truck
Ya know the big Tahoe where I tie hoes? Get it
Naw I'm just clowning thinkin a groove so we can start soundin'
Off to beat our vocals meet
We acting real silly up goes the dilly
They playing throwback of Magoo and Timbaland on the track
Way back up jumps the boogie all in me
Now I'm amped with my Posse
We ready to get it crackin'
And no stoppin' us G
Like Reggie Miller on three top of key
Where we all love to meet
We check each other make sure we fresh
Cuz the girlies love to test the way we dress
So we now in the street bass bumpin' with the beat
Gotta admit I had to roll up a swisher sweet
Nothing to see here haters cuz we gettin ready to raid ya
My Posse on MLK My Posse on MLK
My Posse On MLK
As we make into the club I'm feeling real good
But I hate that songs scrubs
Girls stop fronting djs cutting
Got everybody in the club jumpin'
Mens is grinding on girls behinds and
And there me and posse in long line and
Next thing ya know they move us to the front row
VIP status man I'm feeling the baddest
Once we got on set
I told the dj to change the rec so I can show em
How cold me and posse gets
Once I touch the mic their was a long silence
Microphone screeching
But stop once the rhymes started preaching
Everybody nodding having a good time
Out comes the rhymes break em every time
Throwin' hards thrills so ya better chills
Or else my Posse going to rearrange ya grill
Now that ya in a trance with my music
That's makes ya dance
And all this time they had nothing to say
Cuz my Posse to Ill from MLK
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
Day dead bye-gone
Laying near the lights
Of the knights of the northern lodges
There's a border road
No one slip slides or stoppin'
And the neighborly, sleeping in a coffin
With enough keif
You could really bore someone
Took a rat trap out to the Ache Inn
We were drinking all the ways to down
Door's wide open
You know what were saying 'bout us now
He's a legend
I'm a legend
And we both go tripping through the door
You know that we are northern now
Heard you promise me at the north end of monogamy
Cut there from filament lead
Somewhere I heard you scream
For others' hearts
And in the limiest of lights
Hold the keys to a Cuban flight that you won't ever ride
It's time to up and die
Set sail!
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
well im the funky hocus pocus
emcees loose focus
cuz they know when i step to a show i blow
harder than Gillespie
aint none stoppin me droppin' me
uh true southern playalisticadicallic music
ya cant abuse it
ya thiught we was dead but resurrected injected
ya brain with a high funk overdose no syringe no pretend
our flows leave ya bent
competition just blowin'in the wind
my flow stings like misquito
enticin' west nile virus sound the chorus
dirtu ***** is what im about
we fight neva pout the gun in to snout
one shot no shout we all about
dollaz n cents i see you instense
but naw playa dont hate me
hate the suspense
as my money gettin' thicker
and thicker
richer and richer
and ya know foes try to roll.with ya uh
yosef don't play no games
when it comes to fame
I say **** the fame
n the shame
I love black people
but hate ****** mane
detrimentAl for out mental
tv's paint a tainted reality no positivity
in the black community
they told me
if I wanna be a star performing artist
I gotta sellout
Naw never that I like raider hats and baseballs bats to gats
quick to watch ya blood splat
**** the records execs
cuz I'm a threat poetic terrorist
this ain't the summertime
but I'll show ya porgy and Bess blessed from the sessed
so I can manifest
this beautiful lyrics
so foggy you couldn't clear it
I'm on ya conscious like bad nerves
twitchin forever lynching
mind of those who ain't listening
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
Yo who ya know
Do it better
Since i got the rain
I make it wetter
Haters see the barrel of my baretta
Mozzarella or cheddar
Its all the same
10 years strong in the game
No shame
Ya know the name big yosef
Coming explosive
Givin' eargasm with mellow style
People still wonder how?
I write this talk like this
While so many debatin'
Im poppin' this
Steel to ya cranium
Kick game to a girls ear drums
She slowly ***
***** wet invite to my place for some Moet
Death threats
I get alot of them
But aint no stoppin' the epitome
Been a capital G since the age of three
Ya know D R E
After math thats the sound
Moved some my enemies around
Now they hung over gettin' left overs
Rest in peace to my nigguh pac
I reminiscence on ya memory
And like he told me
Watch these phonies in the street
Gangsta beat
For the hoochies in heat
As hop my 64 impala three wheelin' motion
With the toaster under my drivers seat
CuZ...
This for the ambitions
Of milllionaire's
Throw ya stacks in the air
If ya dont care cuz adversaries glare
Let the fools chase the dough
Never let these hoochies get
Close to the dough fa sho
Soon to be mothers pending for a little pension
Need i mention?
The game done changed
Its to rearrange
And for me to get back on top of thangs
Went to business from servin the Cain
X'd out my government name
Only come out with the sun sets
Im nocturnal
If you come to close
Ya might be sleepin' eternal
Radios hate me but cant silence me
Keep all eyes on me
From the city and council halls
Step into the court **** on they stalls
They can **** my *****
Word to my mother and my brother no other
Can lay the pipe like me
Envy finds me but still some how i escape the misery
Dont let the critics get to me
They all just
Number one fans understand
I let the lyrical guns bust trust
Im D- O -C got the ultimate formula
I got many G's swarmin' ya
How can you escape the death penalty
Know the rules
Know my name
Mention me? Every chick want a piece
Of ding a lang!!!!
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Sweet little eyes black and shiny.
Curious with my work, he's chirpy.
Hops and bops about, I trace a smile.
Beak, now agape, sings for a while.
'Rotund little Robin won't you dance some more?'.
'Skipping and pipping upon the forest floor'.
'Red little tummy containing your words'.
'Lost on my human ears, yet not unheard'.
'Little Robin, so happy, why am i not so?'
On little Robin I focus, my mind is sewn
"Be happy with your job" says Robin
"And fret you not of my boppin'"
"There's work must be done so dont you be a'stoppin'!"
"Though i might flutter from twig onto branch"
"My home is left decided by human chance"
"Should we build here or should we build there"
"Words of men against Robin, no matter how fair"
"Sweet little song you qualify my shouts?"
"Without ever considering what they're really about?"
"All I've ever seen of humans is their louts"
"So this boppin' Robin needs a'helpin' out"
"I see in thee good it is true"
"Hope; that never shall you see green land in gloom"
"Yet in back of your mind i see thoughts of doom"
Robin flutters away and I am left to wonder.
Should I leave this world now will I be thought of fonder?
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
trigger
trigger
trigger
maybe i'm pullin' a gun.
surprised the cops ain't come runnin',
because i'm trigger happy, nothing's stoppin'
the pain.
nothing's stoppin' the blood, except the sheriff who rolled into town
unwelcome,
maybe i gotta shoot him too.
i lose everyone, might as well
shoot him too.
trigger
trigger trigger
trigger trigger
maybe i'm pullin' a gun.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Met a girl called Stormy and I took her back to my place
Feelin' guilded, feelin' rich, hiding affairs everywhere
Stop! Pay off. Stay in control
Stormy, please don't write about me
Cuz I'm really not as sane as can be
And there are Reds, under my bed
And there are Putin's men in my head
And there's a slew of FBI, watching me
They keep stoppin' me, touchin' me, catchin' me, coverin' me
Paranoia, self destroyer. Paranoia, Don's destroyer
Well I hardly sleep, then awake 'n start Tweetin' out fears
Stormy looked at him and thought you will pay well my dear
She said Don, so many things go wrong with you
One day you're gonna self-destruct
You're down, then up, 'n then I'll take you out
You got ah good thing goin', why Tweet the self-doubt
Richee boy ya' self-destroyer. Tweetin' boy ya' self-destroyer
Privileged boy's got so much to live for
POTUS to go for, so much to lie for
You blow it all with, paranoia
Don's so insecure, the self-destroyer
Paranoia, it' will destroy ya
(Here he Tweets again!) paranoia, Storm will destroy yah!
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC