"turbin" poems - Hello Poetry

Yo soy ***** **** immigration and the racist white tèjanõs, please tell me how the hell would they ever know what I know, shout out to my Mexicans Hondurans and black Cubanos shut the border down call it the no fly zone. Adios Americanos me and my amigos are stealing ya women and playin em like pianos, vocal terrorist this lyrical revolt should be your primary interest. Public enemy number one the domestic hectic terrorist I'm influencing your white son, right to bear these nuts I'm taking the tea parties guns stealing your freedom from right up under you, all your jobs, and way of life, your point of view. I'm the original black power ranger hide your right winged minds if not I swear they'll be in danger. I am the broken brick the stone left unturned the rhythm of the wind the willingness to learn and the desire to fight and get what you earn. I am the individual placed on the no fly list with my hand balled into a fist cause my turbin is too tight and my beards to thick. I am the man choked to death by nypd for selling cigarettes now I'm rioting with my words doing lyrical pirouettes. Yo soy ***** spitting jive like lingo I want a Pam Grier keep your Marilyn Monroe, from the 6th borough buckin like bronco they said finish em I'm educated and black had to hit em with the combo. I'm non fictions Huey Freeman battling congress and their demons catch me flexing on the law lookin like the black He-Man Standing up for what I believe in writing in my notepad I stay steady schemin with my head up in the clouds I stay steady dreamin. Yo soy ***** freeze em like sub zero not concerned with dolores or the dinero yen or bills yo, I'm still waiting for marvel to make a Mexican superhero.

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Dec 25, 2014

Dec 25, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC

lordxwilliamson

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Yo soy ***** **** immigration and the racist white tèjanõs, please tell me how the hell would they ever know what I know, shout out to my Mexicans Hondurans and black Cubanos shut the border down call it the no fly zone. Adios Americanos me and my amigos are stealing ya women and playin em like pianos, vocal terrorist this lyrical revolt should be your primary interest. Public enemy number one the domestic hectic terrorist I'm influencing your white son, right to bear these nuts I'm taking the tea parties guns stealing your freedom from right up under you, all your jobs, and way of life, your point of view. I'm the original black power ranger hide your right winged minds if not I swear they'll be in danger. I am the broken brick the stone left unturned the rhythm of the wind the willingness to learn and the desire to fight and get what you earn. I am the individual placed on the no fly list with my hand balled into a fist cause my turbin is too tight and my beards to thick. I am the man choked to death by nypd for selling cigarettes now I'm rioting with my words doing lyrical pirouettes. Yo soy ***** spitting jive like lingo I want a Pam Grier keep your Marilyn Monroe, from the 6th borough buckin like bronco they said finish em I'm educated and black had to hit em with the combo. I'm non fictions Huey Freeman battling congress and their demons catch me flexing on the law lookin like the black He-Man Standing up for what I believe in writing in my notepad I stay steady schemin with my head up in the clouds I stay steady dreamin. Yo soy ***** freeze em like sub zero not concerned with dolores or the dinero yen or bills yo, I'm still waiting for marvel to make a Mexican superhero.

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Roses are Red and I am Blue Violets are Violet idiots and Violence is subtle until you turn Blue or black but I was born like that and he was born with a turbin and she was born with a veil And then there were those born pale ...But what ever the matter they were born believing that roses are red and violets are blue not that I should love you too.. But just my brothers and sisters... not anything different.. and I should beat a Violet till it turns Blue... Becasue thats what it should do... No matter if im black, Pale, muslim or hindu I will beat a Violet blue... And Keep all roses red Cuz I still haven't Got to I love you!!

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Sep 11, 2012

Sep 11, 2012 at 9:53 AM UTC

quentin-briscoe

Violets are Blue

Roses are Red and I am Blue Violets are Violet idiots and Violence is subtle until you turn Blue or black but I was born like that and he was born with a turbin and she was born with a veil And then there were those born pale ...But what ever the matter they were born believing that roses are red and violets are blue not that I should love you too.. But just my brothers and sisters... not anything different.. and I should beat a Violet till it turns Blue... Becasue thats what it should do... No matter if im black, Pale, muslim or hindu I will beat a Violet blue... And Keep all roses red Cuz I still haven't Got to I love you!!

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Hop on a train to nowheres Where no kindred souls reside And you shall find ebbing cares Get away and defrost Your turbin of independence And electrify soul's ****** Leave and don't look back Your hut is an allocated rut An ever-widening crack You are born free of chains A roving verve of stardust Exploring firmament's veins.

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Sep 24, 2018

Sep 24, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC

bijan-rabiee

Drifter's Note

Hop on a train to nowheres Where no kindred souls reside And you shall find ebbing cares Get away and defrost Your turbin of independence And electrify soul's ****** Leave and don't look back Your hut is an allocated rut An ever-widening crack You are born free of chains A roving verve of stardust Exploring firmament's veins.

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