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they say what the ****
im smokin' about
im.still tryna hold up the clout
malcolm and martin left out
but the pieces are scattered
we like vultures to our own ****
cant built **** cuz we stuck on stupid
youth is far mislead
followin' this fake rappers
and everything read on the front of a newspapers head
line **** how could we get this far out of line
im seeing judahs from tokin' buddha
my consciousness
kept in covert harness
are you peepin' this?
ashes drop on enemies
believe me we all humans
and we gone die one day
just pray
that i dont use the ak
and slaughter another brother
**** i thiught we was cools but not everyone is cool
my peeps turn the other cheek
the strong or the weak?
who got it goin' on?
i wonder why i gotta christen the ****
and another sad song
is played at a funeral
my lyrics subliminal
turn maxis to minimals
yea im a problem child no smiles
straight serious
im lookin' to **** the ghetto birds
hoverin' the skies
fake *** ties led by the medias lies
wake up understand the plan
new world order os really old
the games been the same
things aint changed
blacks still slaves mexicans still slave
and somehow we still pave.
a way to happiness
my mind is bliss when i let the guns kiss
the temples the white house
leave em like celulite dimples
this is an anthem in a vintage phantom
throws ya guns up
and let the bullets reign
as hail mary sangs!!!

mass mayhem maker
political scheme taker
thoughts conjured in the
darkest nights
consider myself a black knights
flash lights of past memories
stay one up on my enemies
kick more *** than Michael Jai
keep the blunts rotatin
to open my third eye
brains never fried a spirit can never die
only transform into a mud atom
bones and flesh put to rest
i resend back up with the Most High
sky high dappin up with my homies
drinkin' ***** n Hawaiian Punch
in thugs mansion
ya cant even get drunk
**** satan i leave demons hesitant
automatic annihilation
no time for procrastination
i got kids to feed
empires to build
more to breed
block out wickedness
with my mental shield
professor x'in it mystic
with my hits
fill up caskets like a necropolis
hook up for a qp in Minneapolis
back to my fantasy which is my reality
my second OG told me
to **** out the phonies
move like Confucius
deadly war general smooth criminal
**** these playa haters
Why yall mad at me
Why dont ya **** some ****
With me
Then ill blast yo ***
Back to space
Closed casket
Dont turn me into a *******
I'm done being broken
The unrequited love I've spoken
The nights where the only love I felt was in the drugs I was tokin’
The days I spent making others happy because I was jokin’
But in reality I had gave up hope and just needed someone to listen for a moment.

I'm done being broken
Cause im not
I'm more than the scars
The bruises
The road rash from cruisin’
With those who pushed me out
Cause when I doubt
God reminds me
“Come and find me”
“Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.”
Weak, we thirst for things of odd and in this sightlessness; all these flings rally tattered love upon you.

I'm done being broken
The unrequited love I've spoken
The nights where the only love I felt was in the drugs I was tokin’
The days I spent making others happy cause I was jokin’
But in reality I had gave up hope and just needed someone to listen for a moment.

Just listen
Sense what your missin’
And make it your mission
To make life your ***** and end the wishin’
Cause we're done being broken
So here's to hope and your soul being awoken.

Cause we're done being broken
The unrequited love we've spoken
The nights where the only love we felt was in the drugs we were tokin’
The days we spent making others happy cause we were jokin’
But in reality we had gave up hope and just needed someone to listen, for a moment.
-Luca Ivaldi
POSSIBLE May 2022
God is spoken
From a potent Thing
we smoking Trees

Gaia birthed the bloom
breathed the boom
in the canopies,

In the wind flew the bees
and grew the pleasantries

Prana pushing
thunder through

sQuishing lemon trees  
like a hundred new

Whisps of mists
and heavy deeds
Sit with honeydew

The gist of this
the lemon breeze
(We) Going tunnel view

Fits and Shakes,
seeking remedies
digging under you

Might be
dicking under you

Might be
Torn asunder true

Pirate borne to plunder you....
Sweat means gold,

what's been found
with lemon -ease?

I've been told
What in our eyes
is what we ever see's

7 seas,
more like 7 deeds,
filled with deadly feeds

Demons like to pleade
with ready rease,

Virus, the life that
spread disease

(it alters our sense
and what we please)

~Ahem,  

no te comas
la verdad
del diablo,
  

today to trust
Might feel bad, but
none brought low

There's an easy in
WE  Strong Standin',
N0ne brought low

and now we win
amen, a man
none start south

Its begun...

Light as
Potent as my prayers
**** the make-believe
I can't wear it, ah

Dark is
Ever reaching
What do you receive?
What you carrying hah?

Balance
(Is) an even preaching :
What we choose to be
*I can bear it ; hah

Come  and help me unweave
those who have been so deceived

Those stuck in in the mud of ...
sputtering " how can it be ?"

**** the you or me, mentality
When Neurons Fire free
and Serotonins drained in me

You Might find Saraswati
sweetly swathing me

In glowing rivers,

poured off the moon
With Omens looming soon

With Omens looming soon
I been choking on my doom.

Dreaming
with Both eyes open

and a heart awoken ,
poorly stoking gloom

Too blind to see hope
but stoked, still
mocking roving

Vroom : im off to tokin soon.
****t this blunt be totaled soon

I Might be total loon
an inverted magic man

who most often enwomb
those caught on the moon

Those stuck in the tune
For those who hear
this earworm, this tea room sloom.

This is for Those muted in zoom:

I've found traction in heaps
Breaking as hard and often

As the risen yeast
When you pass on the least

My Passion is to find
the passion of peace

its Stuck In the  grasp
Fashioned with the sap

of my last energies...
This is for the wynd
******* ain't **** in 2000's i don't trust em
they show they ***** so **** 'em
buck 'em down smack downs with the gun in hand
leave a permanent frown in school i was a clown
after the money the green crack scene king
everything turned reality from a dream
now a loc on the loose lookin' for a caboose
so i can tap it like rabbit smokin' jokerslike a bad habit
show up boy if ya want to watch these slugs dump up on you
still a ***** been real since i was an embryo
don't matter the scenery or scenario down for my barrios
turn 15 keys to 75 G's nigguh please 
i don't mean to brag but i got street cred **** the feds
and cops to 502's tryna get a brother on a catch 22
learned game from the wise my eyes
filled with blood from **** im tokin'
throwin' a peck harder than woody woulda
carvin' haters with barbed wire
im Crazy never lazy with my trigger aim high not low
hop in the blue midnight 64 pinin' the baddest cabbage
raw savage spittin' cavi flow open up ya holes
with my hallows ya swallow casket follow
but ain't no love lost toss out the best of 'em
now they sleepin' with the rest of 'em
ti's the retunr of the G me replica of the E
they may forget you i but imma keep you alive
though ya dead and gone
im continue stompin' much luv from Texas to Compton

So what the ****? ****** bumpin' gums
talkin' loud but sound like they got ***
in their mouth watch ya mouth boy
i ain't comin' to play
deals from Montego Bay parlay in the streets Texas to LA
i smoke muthaphukkaz like a philly
get off the ***** silly crazier than a hillbilly
fuedin' cities show none pities
to muthaphuckaz the world is a ****** up place
too many after the paper chase
from ladies to hoes rich to poors weak trend to populace fashion shows
i opened doors
thats locked dont give a **** thats why i keep the pistol cocked
knocked off'd another now ya blood on the concrete
duck nigguh! now ya *** a sleep a creep
on the real thought really doe
i don't rock diamonds or pretentious jewels
just man made rules **** religion along with a stool pigeon
my hands itchin'
cuz im urgin' for another ****** plan with the pistol hand
to **** propaganda can't tha
stupid *** media nothing but ******* hidin'
behind tubes muthaphukkaz
come out come out so i can show ya what the
hallow points about
i may get killed for keepin' to real
i put that on my kids and my biz
by the way my muthaphukkin' name is!!!
_
J T Gaut May 2012
**** that ****. This is poetry now. Can you say it isn’t real? Can you say my lowbrow barbaric mind doesn’t express itself? Can you tell me these words aren’t art? **** that. This outcry is whats comin next.

Them burnt cars and bullet scars,
***** boots and tittie bars,
forget to bathe, **** the shave,
my pillow case is made of pave-ment,
twenty years late on that first pay-ment.
I asked the question but got delay-ment,
on what the **** has this all meant?

My colours just distract, them smiles just an act-
you think I’m tokin and ******* and happy go-lucking,
***** im drowning in the bills I haven’t even seen yet,
throwin off the debts as the horse that rolls the best bet,
and don’t forget,
every second you lay down to lie them eyes and theorize,
youre just getten burglarized,
want a burger and fries?
Twenty years off your life- oh and the change too.
Twenty seven ninety-five,
thirteen plus the years I’ll spend,
locked up with nothing to tend,
no garden, no fruit, no love to loot,
no wide eyes to fill and no breeze to shoot,
just a chain gain filling my ***** with soot,
stabbing by the next poor guy,
jabbing by that suit and tie,
the key is not to fit it right- so that every turn reminds who you belong to.
And this is what I wanna do?
Hold up- I pay for that ****?

Now I understand suicide you nihilistic gits,
taking hits while the rest picks up the bits and the red runs the slits but no one sees the slip.
Topsy turvy sliding down the grassy knoll,
the heads tumble but the dough will never roll.
No.
Its busy ******* me in, me and my ilk,
like me too much an *** to be thankful for robes of silk,
mommy’s milk, eleventh hours and the stockpiles of the dowry.
Soft as a baby,
never ****** on the sour but the sweet,
pink feet,
earned on thin green sheet and the red as the man is beat, beaten and burned,
turned spurned despite his age and whats learned.
What is learned?
If only I could tell you.
We’s on the same track , don’t ask me whats gon spell true.
JAM Jun 2013
Why does everything that makes sense
Get hung up on a fence?
And every thing that doesn't gets emergency delivery In an ambulance
So I'll just throw down lightning bolts like Zues while I'm in this booth
They tell me not to lie, but they can't handle the truth

A sinister minister lookin' for a simple cure
You can have my lady, cause she's just a lady and I don't call her baby, but maybe if it gets hot out you can give her back when I need it shady, cause she's a shady women she's a crazy lady

I'm kickin' down, tokin' up
Sipping down the fifth of jack in my cup
One night stands, smeared numbers on my hands, this wasn't my plan, but I'm takin' advantage while I can
Fall in lust for a perky bust, I can go forever before I bust
It's a must for me to leave you on the bus cause love won't get you into nothin' but a fuss
I know you feel like you trust, but I'm a rolling stone not your boss and don't you know the saying " a rolling stone gathers no moss"?

Why does everything that makes sense
Get hung up on a fence?
And every thing that doesn't gets emergency delivery In an ambulance
So I'll just throw down lightning bolts like Zues while I'm in this booth
They tell me not to lie, but they can't handle the truth

Strikingly frightening creating electricity with simplicity like lightning
And if you ain't heard this, it's worthless for me to be a wordsmith, you and your absurdness can go jump out a birds nest
Stay down when you hit the ground, go pound for pound
Or get on my level and go toe to toe with the devil
I'm hot as a tea kettle

Put me back on the stove,
watch me rise from the flame
and blossom like a rose!

Why does everything that makes sense
Get hung up on a fence?
And every thing that doesn't gets emergency delivery In an ambulance
So I'll just throw down lightning bolts like Zues while I'm in this booth
They tell me not to lie, but they can't handle the truth

-J.A.M
The collateral coaxes of God on Man,
Bring forth the froth of Goth on sand.

When existence means meaningless breathings,
Why do we try and see the reasoning’s of dreams.

Because the faces inside of these traces;
Memories of the outcast on the plains of the membrane.

Taking to the stars in a ship of bars,
Withholding the pain from exploding, while somewhere my mother is tokin’

And it goes faster and faster than fast, and these lines take on the attack,
Of a thousand gazelles in flight to tomorrow’s past fright.

There is no truth just perspective and respectively speaking I’m speaking about respect.
Abhor me as you adore me; please me as you use me, take me as you break me.

I am the ocean as I am the sky, blue crashing on white, trying to live my life,
But I’m failing at every turn and it burns and there is no learn only do and do not.

This life is a series of failures entwined in a not so heavenly knot,
And its okay as long as I’m dead, I say sir let’s travel to the bay, and maybe by the end of the day…

I’ll find my one true love in a tub of emotional regret and without worry or fret,
I’ll take her in my hands and kiss her with my face, just givin’ her a taste…

Of a man wondering if painkillers can take away the heartache.
Just Melz Jun 2014
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Where it's easily broken
I'd rather be made of steel
Or just a girl sitting around tokin
So many emotions
And I'm bloated
Just full of ****
And a belief of something fake
But I'll revamp my ways
My precious heart to take
I don't need it anymore anyways


(Douglas Scheurn wrote this part)
Keep it,
Incase it deep within your soul.
Put the key in,
Make the latch whole.
Don't let someone steal it quickly,
They have to thoroughly plan the heist.
Now this is tricky,
But wait out to see the lines.


Doesn't matter much anyways
My heart ain't worth the fuss
I held on a long time
Even longer for the lucrative "us"
My hearts shattered
Not that it mattered
Pieces are too small
Not worth making whole
No body would want
This emptiness y'all call a soul
There is no need for a lock
And certainly not a key
The last one inside
Has proven me no longer worthy


If the last one who had a piece
Is reading this now
Give urself a pat on the back
And a raise of ur brow
Congratulations is in order
You finally completed ur mission
My heart is finally free
You, no longer in my vision
Emptied my soul
And cleared the fog
**** being a *****
I'll be the alpha dog
Chewing up smiles
Gnawing on hearts
Spitting back up tears
And unimportant parts
Then run away, still intact
Leaving the rest to the hounds
Never looking back
Smile on my face and hell bound
I was takin' a trip out to LA
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
Jes' as I cross the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to go
Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight
So I jes' limped down the shoulder on the rim
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
A kind of a redneck lookin' joint called the Dew Drop Inn
Well I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one
There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place 'cept for him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very busy t'day
And he could have somebody there in jest 'bout ten minutes or so
He said now you jes' stay right where yer at and I didn't bother
Tellin' the durn fool
I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go
I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in an' said who owns this car
With the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor
Well he looked at me and I **** near died
And I decided that I'd jus wait outside
So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door
Jes' when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These five big dude come strollin' in
With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
An' I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said you tip your hat to this lady son
An' when I did all that hair fell out from underneath
Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me
Well they all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick
So I jes' reached out an' kicked ol' green-teeth right in the knee
He let out a yell that'd curl your hair
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
And said watch him folks 'cause he's a thouroughly dangerous man
Well you may not know it but this man's a spy
He's an undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux ****
He was still bent over holdin' on to his knee
But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
I said would you beleive this man has gone as far
As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
And he voted for George McGoveren for president
Well he's a friend of them long-haired hippie type ***** ****
I betcha he's even got a ****** flag
Tacked up on the wall inside of his garage
He's a snake in the grass I tell ya guys
He may look dumb but that's jus a disguise
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage
They all started lookin' real suspicious at him
And he jumped up an' said jes' wait a minute Jim
You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life
I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Burch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church
And I ain't even got a garage you can call home and ask my wife
Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck
And when I hit the ground I was makin' tracks
And they were jes' takin' my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
An' I guess I shoulda gone ahead an' run
But somehow I couldn't resist the fun
Of chasin' them jes' once around the parkin' lot
Well they're headin' for their car but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed them off at the pass
Well I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air
Well I had them all out there steppin' an' a fetchin'
Like their heads were on fire and their ***** was catchin'
But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there
When I hit the road I was really wheelin'
Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'
An' I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas
I think I'm gonna re-route my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to LA via Omaha!
Nathaniel R Horn Dec 2013
You know you're hot
I mean you're smokin'
There ain't nothing you not got
While I'm sitting here tokin.
While I'm on this trip
You've got the nicest eyes,
But the greatest hips.
Man girl, do you even try?
I can[t wait till you dance
So I can come join you
Your perfect beauty put me in a trance
While my heart you slew
But wen I come off this journey
All I've said is BS; baloney
An anti sonnet, like William Shakespeare's Sonnet 130
Zachary Apr 2015
In intense heat
I beat retreat
Into the shade inside my mind

Who put us there
Under that blare
And left cool drinks behind

A little ice
Would be nice
To cool the body hot

I cannot think
With no heat sink
So therefore I am not

The sun beats on
I will it gone
But spitefully it lingers

So dry inside
While moisture applied
Heavily from toes to fingers

Dripping sweat
I regret
Calling these people friend

If you "hold me dear"
Why bring me here
To my hot and bitter end

With vision hazy
And body lazy
I see a glass of water ahead

Cool water drips
Down glass sides slips
I think I must be dead

I think therefore I am again
As water poor through every vein
Summer tokin' can be a blast
But forget your water, it could be your last
Ember L Wade Jun 2012
Darkness blinding silence screaming,
Everyone in pain and bleeding.
Agony, sadness decieving
Till you end up not believing.
Pain and pleasure both in measure,
Of all the most your affection I treasure.
Hearts are broken numb from tokin'
"I love you" are words unspoken.
Hide your eyes and seek not my soul,
Else against heart's crule whims you will play that role-
If you like I have suffered still
This thing heedless of our own will.
This feeling stays and like a vice
It keeps me tansfixed to you as if by ice.
A raven's cry like mine sings your name,
For mine own imperfections would bring you to shame.
But fear and hurt- they give way to hope,
When all we know is together we cope.
Although I'm scared of what may come,
I have you- the only one.
Dark clouds obscure the skies with storms,
Emotions and lives takes different forms.
A secret unspoken holds us from harm,
Knowing full well the hidden charm.
All the while this is the best memory,
Together with you in broken harmony.
Cydney Something Oct 2018
When she was 8-teen
She started smoking ****
And it became a necessity
For her to keep the peace

Or the words she'd sing
Would only bring
Suffering
To everything

And then she found a Savior
For a while, he saved her
But only for good behavior
And then she kissed a stranger

The spell once cast, now broken
She's back to kissin' and tokin'
Half of all words spoken
Flame and ash a-smokin'

But you can know
The love will always flow
When she isn't home,
When she isn't home
A poem about suppressing a toxic personality with marijuana
Still running from the pain I endure everday
Close to the freight train to getaway
But it seems like deaths wants me to take a cheap way
Out wither **** tokin' liquor chuggin or gat smokin'
Out my mentalities in a paradox called reality which be
Really a fantasy hard to be a man in this society especially
If you in the category of the Brown or Black ethnicity
Labelled public enemy
against the powers that be in this society
This beat just running from.a brother
but soon I'll catched up
My intellectual knockin' but who is it?
Is it God the devils or my inner spirit
Tryna clear or steer me Into a another direction
Or is it a lesson my thoughts travel faster than a  blast of a Smith N Wesson
Another target entered in ****
I'm headed to another dimension


But I'm just dreamin' ....**** I'm runnin'


Playin' with Pandoras box
You bound to get knocked
Look how many celebrities got shot?
Masters gone to rot hard to really trot
Who's being true enemies look like me and you
Everyday somebody sells out to get a bail out
But I'll never cop out
Left hands pact with the devils
Many rebels
Was destined for early graves
Prophecy lays
Made for darker days once the sun rays
Beamin' my skin cells to fight the hell
Sittin' on my brain madness all again
Seems like no matter
If I escape the pain it finds it's way back like a boomerang
Or better yet a shadow everywhere I go
Its seem more of the  people go
Is it really a ball of confusion?
Temptations still cruisin'
Maybe I'm a double stunt man
Losin' oxygen conscious blurry cuz of all this runnin' ...



Still runnin...
Ken Pepiton Sep 2019
beautiful lady, widowed some time back.
only visits
her home in the hills these days.
we were discussing our sunsets
and our dogs, she noticed I was
tokin' on an old zig-zag size
normal joint,

she axs me, djever know a mean

woman, high on ****?

I said, no.

She said, Me, I get mean, like a mean drunk
in a fatboy bar,

so I stick with tequila.

I say, not to her,

She paints mean sunsets.
musing around bedtime on a saturday night
Starry Aug 2019
The flamingo
The tokin pink
Flammingo
That decorates the
Out side of the shop
I look and it's just a random
Pink Flamingo
The symbol
Of summer

— The End —