"trigga" poems
I'm mad I'm fat
It's not my fault
My mom told me that
I look like Wolverine
But I never wear sunscreen
They call me trigga
Cause I am bigga
I feel like Tigga
Because I am a gold digga
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
Cudi, Miller, My skrillex killer.
My only tune is dreamin high,
I'm just sober it's a lie, Got my tack my only tune,
iss ok be home in june,
see my boo so soon no doom,
Its a relapse she my trigga I collapse wit out my *****
has the tips we seen the trips.
Keep ya real don't give ya lips,
Your'e friend that blow your'e friend the ***
don't lose your'e pride don't lose that glow,
I'd feal the blame.
My heart the shame., Restart the button and earn the "name"
I'm sorry hailey, Leavin nd diseven
Gettin lost nd takin cost,
Ya boo jesse Mckush
for my sister hailey haglund
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
Revival of a revolutionary spirit
What I represent?
Dem single mother ******* children
Uneducated, unmotivated, and poverty stricken
Moma pay da rent, da car note, den broke, da game sumtm' slick
So I'm young BLACK and angry, real thug-life *****
Infested communities of drugs and guns thats brought in by the government
So before I move a pack o pull a trigga just tryna win
I'm already guilty, 'until proven innocent'
Ain't dat a *****
The days as slaves and Jim Crow's segregated ways have passed,
Dey sayin'
But I only see it disguised now as a 'color blind' racial caste system
Crooked politicians and sellouts oppressing dey own kin
In the 'pursuit of happiness'
They're privatising prisons for capital
Mass incarceration
How could another life be property?
With a loss of civil rights, even after release
Take it ha you wona
I'm anti-colonialism
Everywhere the 'Albino' go he **** the land and oppress the people
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC
Picking up pieces in the middle of the season of broken hearts mend apart. American child doa youll have tobe ready to die If you want to survive. hear the the battlecry take a step stand by till the end learn to to fight for your fellow men . Pick up your arms join the warfare beat to the sound of the drums hear the echoing snare . Fight for the right to survive just keep on marchin and marchin. While I am rocknrollen ur trigga fingga swollen make your way to the end of the line. Gun flashes in the sky. Waking up the night. This is a battle my child. Lift up your arms. Step up to face the war. Walk out to save a soul. Give them home my battlecry we will save the world this time.
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC
If She Ever Cry
You we're always,
Wondering if these;
People are crazy,
Your ex is a beast.
How can they say;
These thangs bout him;
Being a 'gentlemen'?
Your atempts,
To commit suicide,
Was never to pass,
I know it's hard,
To leave,
Cause that *****
Be holding you,
To a leash.
Shawty stop pretending;
Pretending to smile,
Cause I see,
Your pain,
Would end,
To be a testamony,
To peepz.
Whenever I see,
You smile,
My heart cries,
For you girl,
I can see,
You need life,
Your stuck,
In a 4-cornerd room,
With 3-walls,
A voice so small,
I know that trigga[life],
Hard to pull,
But just push,
Through to the end,
That *****
Will get hurt.
For God,
Never sleeps,
He forever,
Has your soul gaurded.
Shawty your worth,
More than all
.... THIS .....
Written by
Austin KwAgGa Trimmel
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Yo
Too many worrin about words
Too many worrin bout language
Too many muthafukkas spoutin off over who said what
Well let me tell ya
Im bigga
Set this off like a trigga
Go figga
Set a trap like a rigga
Then pick her
Up at the spot for a gigga
Ice cold beer,
A 40 for this wigga
Rollin fat
Get in back
Bounce like tigga
Up and over place a bet like
Doug VanHigga
I made that up
Bust a nut
Fill this cup with a piggy pigga
Round *** honeys
Rachet with Dirk Ziggla
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
the only way for a black to become a star
in this society
is to be labeled a n i double g er
how the **** can i progress?
when i live in a world full of n__z
thinkin' they made
when they livin' under the shade
of fear
subjugatin' to white mans stories
catchin' allegory,from the blk pastors
which are part of the plan
confusin' us with our own history
but i learned from the wise,open my eyes
spirits geared towards my mentality
broke the spiritual captivity now im free
from the power of destination
that we try to clutch in this world
ive shed many tears,no longer livin' in fear
laughter is gone cuz i know the truth is here
not scared to embrace it face it
my poor folks we doomed as a society
or better yet the whole **** nation
still facin allegation,from corrupt congregation
labeling thee a criminal to society
influencin' racism thinkin everybody with colored skin
is the perdition to sin,through reality when actuality
they skins pale as ****
nothin' but devils in guise
the serpents on a rise ya better recognize
im coming full throttle
put down that bottle of liquor
got many thinkin they strong???
when ya mentality is waaay gone!!!
high off that **** to get my mind right
blury sight,constant vivid dreams of the spirits at night
just the spiritual world tryna alert me that evil
finna come to an end,battle will just begin
close to armageddon no more lettin up this trigga
that stays hot so **** being a made n____
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC