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Kasaundra Watta Aug 2010
i guess you can consider
this my suicide letter,
nothings ever gonna
make this better

maybe i will meet someone
and actually stay together, forever,
its time for my lights to go
with a shot of glory

yeahh, this is my life story
i met this girl i was gonna marry
i know she was the one but now im
confused and stunned everyday

i feel more and more pain
within the blood in my veins
i cant tame it anymore i feel so ashamed
im gonna leave her cause she seems to be

happier this way
so im not gonna ****** stay
i dont know what to, yeahh i do
imma end my life because
shes never gonna be my wife

put a knife to my throat
a gun in my mouth
pull the trigger and watch
the lights go out

goodbye for ****** good
im finally leaving out the hood
maybe i will find someone in the afterlife
because this knife seems to be the only thing
that can stop this unbearable pain

im done, done crying,
im done, done hurting,
cause shes with him and it seems
like im never gonna win

i give my all and only get half back
always bein yelled at
for everything i do..
and you thinkin imma cheat on you

its time for my lights to go out
in glory, i got the gun in my mouth
and the ****** knife in my hand
can someone just knock me out
</3
Written By Michael Preston<3
YOU GOTTA HAVE A BEER ON AUSTRALIA DAY, MATEY



HI DUDES, IT’S JANUARY 26TH, AND WE MUST CELEBRATE

THE DAY WE WERE INVADED BY CONVICTS, YA SEE MATE

WE ALL LIVE IN THE CONVICT COLONY, THE CONVICT COLONY THE CONVICT COLONY

AND BECAUSE OF THAT IT’S IN OUR CULTURE TO DRINK

JUST LIKE I DID, I HEAR MATES SAYING, YOU GOTTA HAVE A BEER FOR AUSTRALIA DAY, WHY

WHAT IS WRONG WITH COKE, COKE IS FROM AUSTRALIA

AND THE MEN SAID, WE MUST DRINK BEER, WE MUST DRINK BEER

WE ARE DESCENDANT FROM CONVICTS, AND IT’S IN OUR CULTURE TO DRINK

WE LIVE IN THE CONVICT COLONY

OH YEAH, BOW BOW, WE DRINK EVERY BEER UNDER THE TABLE, AND GET BLIND

YEAHH GET WASTED, MAN, WASTED, MAN

AND THEN COOK A BEAUTIFUL LAMB CHOP ON THE BBQ, DUDES

YEAH IT SOUNDS RADICAL, SO RADICAL, LIVING IN AUSTRALIA, WITH A CAN OF BEER AND A NICE LAMB

EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME, THERE ARE 2 LAMBS HERE

YEAH, IF THEY ARE BOTHERING YA, WE’LL HAVE ‘EM REMOVED

WE ALL LIVE IN THE CONVICT COLONY, THE CONVICT COLONY

THE ONLY REASON I LIKE AUSTRALIA DAY IF, IS THE NICE AUSTRALIA DAY BBQ BREAKFAST AT COMMONWEALTH PARK, IT SOUNDS SO RAD

AUSTRALIANS DRINK THEIR BEER, AND PROUD TO DRINK THEIR BEER

GET BLIND AND END UP IN THE DITCH, I LIKE HOW AUSTRALIANS PARTY ON AUSTRALIA DAY, IT’S COOL

BUT THEN THEY STILL THINK IT’S COOL TO DRIVE HOME DRUNK, NO IT’S NOT COOL TO DRIVE HOME DRUNK

BUDDHA DOESN’T APPROVE OF DRINKING LOUTS, EITHER DOES CRONUS, WHO IS ME

NO, I BELIEVE IN A GOOD CLEAN PARTY, A PARTY, WHERE EVERYONE, I MEAN EVERYONE RICH OR POOR ARE SAFE

I AM THE COOL PEOPLE’S LITTLE SKATEGOAT, AND I AM A BIT OF A SILLY GOAT

CAUSE, I KNOW MY STORIES ARE HELPING A LOT OF PEOPLE

WE DO LIVE HERE IN AUSTRALIA, MATE, WHERE WE LIVE IN A CULTURE OF REAL COOL PARTY GOERS

AND THE PROBLEM IS, THEY TAKE THE PARTY ON TO BEING KILLED OR KILLING SOME INNOCENT FAMILY

AND CRONUS, WHO IS ME DOESN’T ALOOW THIS, I AM NO OLD FOGIE I JUST CARE FOR THE WELLBEING OF MY FELLOW, MAN

I LIKE THE IDEA, OF PEOPLE LEAVINGT EACH OTHER ALONE, IF I DON’T WANT TO DRINK WITH YOU, I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO

CARE FOR YA FELLOW MAN, THAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY PHILOSOPHY

I RESPECT YOU AS LONG AS YOU FOLLOW THE PARTY CODE, LIKE ME

WE ALL LIVE IN THE CONVICT COLONY, THE CONVICT COLONY THE CONVICT COLONY

IT’S IN AUSTRALIA’S CULTURE TO HAVE A FEW BEERS, YEAH MATE YEAH YEAH I’M RAD

AND THEN MR FRED HAMILTON, WHO IS A FIRM BELIEVER IN POOR RIGHTS

SAW SOME DRUNKS PICKING ON A HOMELESS MAN, SAYING, YOU ARE NOT A REGULAR AUSTRALIAN, YOU HAVEN’T GOT A BEER

AND FRED CAME UP AND SAID, YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU BUNCH OF CRAZY DRUNKS

HE IS HOMELESS, HE CAN’T AFFORD BEER, HE CAN’T AFRORD WINE, LEAVE HIM ALONE AND FRED GAVE THE HOMELESS MAN $50 TO SPEND HOW HE SEES FIT

FRED SANG WE ALL LIVE IN THE CONVICT COLONY, THE CONVICT COLONY THE CONVICT COLONY

IT’S IN OUR CULTURE IN AUSTRALIA TO DRINK AND TREAT THE HOMELESS PEOPLE LIKE DIRT, THE HOMELESS ARE JUST TRYING TO FIT IN

AND THEY BECAUSE OF TONY ABBOTT, THEY ARE FORCED TO EAT THEIR ******* FROM A BIN

THEY ARE TRYING TO FIT IN, TO SOCIETY, WHEN NOBODY GIVES A WINK

WE ALL LIVE IN THE CONVICT COLONY, THE CONVICT COLONY THE CONVICT COLONY

IT’S IN AUSTRALIA’S CULTURE TO DRINK ON AUSTRALIA DAY, HAVE A BEER, AND GET INTO A FIGHT, MAKES YOU A REAL AUSTRALIAN, I DON’T BELIEVE IN VIOLENCE IN THAT WAY

ENJOY DRINKING AND GETTING ******, BUT I SAY, NO VIOLENCE, I SAY NO VIOLENCE

WHY DO YOU WANT VIOLENCE ANY WAY, PEOPLE JUST END UP GETTING HURT, IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

IF YA WANNA FIGHT, TAKE UP BOXING, WHERE THE OTHER PERSON WANTS TO FIGHT ALSO

TOO MANY PEOPLE GET KILLED FROM ILLEGAL FIGHTING, TOO MANY PEOPLE GET KILLED FROM ILLEGAL FIGHTING TOO MANY PEOPLE GET KILLED FROM ILLEGAL FIGHTING

THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH CELEBRATING AUSTRALIA DAY, MATE, BUT KEEP THE VIOLENCE OFF THE STREET, UMMMMMMM ME WHO IS CRONUS HAS SPOKEN AND SPOKEN I SHALL

WE ALL LIVE IN THE CONVICT COLONY THE CONVICT COLONY THE CONVICT COLONY

IT’S AUSTRALIA DAY MATE, BY ALL MEANS PARTY, HAVE A BBQ, ENJOY THE FESTIVITIIES, JUST LIKE ME

BUT BE GOOD PEOPLE, YOU ****** WELL SEE

AND THEN I WALKED IN THE ROOM, CRACKED OPEN A COKE CAN AND SAY HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY EVERYONE, AND BE GOOD
A L Davies May 2011
yeah yeah yeah
ya yah
yea!
yeye yeahh
mhmm---
yes. (of course)
*oui.
playin' w/positives (& word arrangement)
Tuesday night
Wednesday night
Thursday, Friday, Saturday night
Wet pillow case
After pillow case
Tears streaming down my face
Like the river
Always flowing uncontrollably
Never wanting to show emotion
Always being the strong one
Always there to lend an ear
Always there to lend a shoulder
Always there to give a hu
Always there to provide a laugh
Always there for you
Whenever...
Wherever...
Doesn't matter to me
I'll be there
......
Sweep the floor
Wash the clothes
Wash the dishes
Clean your room
Fix your bed
Get the mail
Cook dinner
Play nice
Always do your best
Try harder
Succeed
Make me proud
Give me something to look back on and be proud
Do better than the others
Don't let me down
.......
Come prepared
Do your bellringer
Complete pages 1- 5
Read chapters 2 and 3
Complete this for homework
Study for your test
This project is worth...
This project is due...
This project is due...
This project is worth...
Follow this rubric...
Presentation guidelines are....
......
Tuck your shirt in
Where's your I.D...?
Wrong color jacket
Take off the shoes
Wrong shirt
Walk on the right
Major referral
I need to see...
Report to my office
Three day suspension
......
For you to go back and tell
We can't be cool anymore
You fake and I don't do fake
Yeahh girl haha
I can't stand that girl
That's why you my girl
Ion mess with her kind
She nerve-racking
......
Aye girl, what that is on yo arm
Boys like smooth skin
With them scales on your arms
Nice shoes... Stop laughing at that girl
I like yo hair... Hahaha
Don't bump into me girl
What's yo problem?
what that is in her head
That girl stank bruhh
There you go dee
Don't play wit me bruhh
.....
You a mistake
Why you in my face
I hate you
Get a life
You make me sick
Go crawl in a hole
Why you here
What you want
Go choke on yo blood and die
I wish you would just fall off the face of the earth
Go to hell
F* you bruhh
.....
Family
Friends
School
Home
Siblings
Emotional
Physical
Mentally...

I can only take so much
The weight of the world
Tons upon tons
Upon my tiny shoulders
Knees buckling
Underneath it all
I can hold on a little while longer
But what's the point
Is there even a point
Why bother
.......
Boxing ring
In the blue...
The heavyweight champion, LIFE
In the red,
Me
Boom, boom, bam, bam
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six...
Nine... Ten
                TOTAL KNOCKOUT!!!
yellow-thoughts Dec 2017
i really didn't believe that "almost" was possible...
i strongly believed that everything
either happened or didn't happen
and then everything was black or white
i guess there wasn't in between.

you showed my a new world
and i'm not thanking you
because now it's all messed up
there are rainbows and colors in between colors
and i didn't ask for that!

i thought that
yeahh everything would be okay
because you would be here to show me around
but there were one problem
you were the definitions of "almost".
almost is the saddest word...
i guess
yellow-thoughts Dec 2017
sometimes i'm feeling like a empty bag
yeahh sometimes people fill me
but it's not for long

because they all need their content back

and then i'm empty again
and again
...
I don't know why I'm still trusting some people,
like why everyone is using me?
Yo so many pretties out chea, tryna be the baddest ***** of the year,
So many tears I see from the sweat, can't count on happiness,
If the closest thing to money, is being the realist, y'all ain't feeling this,
Tryna get a ***** to hear this, but they'll take it as a diss,
Can't see over the diamonds that bliss, ever since I was sunkissed,
I knew my life, was ****** over, hard to stand tall, and be a soldier,
End times is near, have no fear, angels swarming, demons cornered,
Pay attention the laws is written, why y'all lounging around, ain't listening,
To the sweet nothing, fighting over material ****, I see the monopoly pit,
It all falls down, born with nothing so I'll die with nothing,
Must be a pain to glutton, then all of sudden, they stay buying our rights,
While they got you focused on the black white stereotypes,
Peeping the game, that was told by Albert Pike despite,
The rawness of evilness, I take in and slowly progress,
My mind no time, to chase money, cuz it'll always run away,
Collection of souls, yo it's time to pay, the grim reaper ain't got nothing to say,
Only to repeat the same madness everyday
Once they take you away,


This dedicated to coppertone ******
White ******
Mexican ******
All y'all colored mofos
Y'all ain't exempt
Everything is ****** prepared
For the rumours of war
Know laws being signed as we speak
G'yeahh
Vanessa Gatley Nov 2018
Lady bug how it brings luck
Luck
And
Dreams
Yeahh
Buy u gifts
Jonalyn cajefe Nov 2018
GOLDEN DAYS GONE BY

JONALYN CAJEFE

It was good to hear you laugh again

When i called you on the phone

For it took me back to days gone by

When the bushland was our home. 

The bush became our homestead

It mothered us as well

And we would laugh each day away

Till the years began to tell. 

Remember the station truck we bogged

In the middle of the night? 

When you stepped in a muddy hole

And sank right out of sight. 

The time that my bike's trew me

And i landed on my head? 

You stood around without a sound

Quite sure that i was dead.

But i slowly raised a dusty eyelid

And gave you a silly grin

Then you cracked a joke and caught the moke

And legged me on again. 

The time when a young bull chased me

And i stumbled and fell

Then it kicked me and it horned me

And stomped on me as well. 

Or the day when we took that bucker 

To the soft sand in the creek

Then ******* the two of us climbed on

We laugh for a ****** week. 

Remember when we met those Sheila's 

In a pub whilst on a spree? 

We said we owned a station 

In the Northern territory. 

That i was a young lord so and so

And you some Arab princess 

But i dont think they believed us

For we haven't seen em since. 

Or when we loaded our bike's up our pack

Getting ready for a trip

And a great red hornet came along 

And stung her on the hip.!

Our swags and bags all went flying

Straight up towards the sky

And ive never seen a bucker since

That could buck so ****** high. 

Yes they were good old days alright! 

Those golden days gone by

When we were mates together

Yeahh ****** good mates 

You and I...
~J. C~
yellow-thoughts Apr 2019
Do you know when it's a real poem?

it is not when it gets popular
or gets many likes

it's when you reread your poem
and you don't immediately realize
it's your words, your poem

but at the end of the poem
those emotions hit you hard again
and so hard, that u realize
yeahh this my shiiit

that means that you wrote it
only guided by your emotions
every poem needs an emotion
without it
it's just a pile of words
it just happened to me, so i realized that ... :)
do you agree or disagree and why?
Taking it back to real hip hop this new **** needs to stop
Fools in it for the money and not fro props
I remember when mcs used to make the mics pop
Ain't no such thing as too much music but such thing as bad music
I only appeal to the real steal your appeal
Sike I'm in it for street real and the people's who feel
This real **** I spit the hardest in the pit
Full of snakes i shake the bake that means im untouched nine will make ya double dutch say what?
Dead men can't talk know ****** who'll hawk and bite before they bark lite me a spark
To the tips of blunts let's my mind pull dangerous stunts
I'm aimmin' at emcees neck with the tech make ya soul sweat
One man threat can't be checked
If I'm the checker ultimate wrecker king me hoes bring me
Money like ozone my lyrics prone to make ya wanna do grown
Things bling bling bling let the beat sing once my vocals touch begins the recording y'all still boarding
On the wack air waves **** the air plays I rock old school everyday either way no matter what you say
I'm still grinding makin'
Dineros grande yeahh


As the games unraveling fools still traveling
Outta bounds see the desert bird for ears that heard
Nothing but rumors wounds grew on ya like tumors born pass the baby boomers I'm generation Plex next so who wanna flex?
With the rap Jurassic flows fantastic money acrobatic Makin static
Everytime I touch a mic
Make ya wanna rewrite just to recite ya own misery it ain't no mystery my metaphors like claws
Slash though careers instill your deepest fears
A scarecrow the realist ***** who loves to pop pistols
Not for show but for others to know
My flows golden conquer the world **** near Napoleon
Your body played like an accordion
I be rap guardian
An angel beatin' all angle dimensions tension once I strengthen fool turn to religions
No escapin' my Hellbound souls drown and found
In tbe lake of fire my yielding desires set the game on fire without a match put away the coke batch we make racks from rhymes that stack on tracks splittin' heads like splits of Mack's
Make ya wanna retrack cuz they present to **** wack
I make my hits Everytime and you can tell buy how i shine...
AidaDonn Sep 2016
why is it so difficult for you
to tell me the truth
in anything

why is it so hard for me
to leave you behind
with all your lies

you know, i know the truth
you know you lying
but yeahh.. you continue lying after that
and i keep accepting
all these lies, after lies.
******* isn't it? and we both are really stupid.
Vanessa Gatley Dec 2018
Frozen
Real
Over
Solid
There
Yeahh
Snowman melted and became a boy because he is no longer solid
The boy is liquid , weak
O yeahh


Let the triple six darkness mark us likes signs
Of a dead carcass I'm a hawk of the night by flight
Giving demons breathing delight gun flash
Could make a devil dash I'll get the last laugh
Wear comedies tragedy mask lift the veil with the flask
I'm sipping on wisdom potent potential sitcoms
Living everyday in my head can't shake the spread
Fleas copping in pleas I could make Roman legacy
Bow before me like the pope and papacy take a blast at me
I'll still be rising like the black momba Kobe
Or Jordan can't stop scorin no points but anoint
Knowledge beyond the dogon I'm so long gone
Off the space age no time confined blind mastermind
Since I'm became a maven I'm misbehaving craving
The wickedness state of a raven still guarded my haven
Mental slaughterhouses rhymes douse in octane
Highest domain remains a thirty year bloodstains
Been a Kang since Tuts reign let the skills drain
All enemies under spelled divinity angel democracy
Last longer than a Zhou dynasty I had to be
Demonize by the evil eyes kiss the skies wise
By the birth of early birds chirping signs of highs
No joy ever since I was boy spiritual never been coy
I'm walking backwards forward gavage to savage
Havoc trains wrecks emotion no tracks beautiful carriage
Rocking pains baby flippin' scabies no itches glitches
Thrown in the ozone but nature to smart so ya owned
Paste it like Capcom marvel could even sparkle
The darkest abyss my fist move like the foggy mist
Every inch of the eyes stains looking for the sane
But I'm the in sane drug in ya veins hypo' anemia
Migraines given Coltranes ****** pain let the horn blow
Mind of a psychosis overdoses couldn't diagnosis
This ain't for the birds or the fish serving the cold dish
Russians couldnt picture this a black space black face
No gats sitting by the waist see the dragon spitting
Fire inside fire no flames but remains burning
Grains my words off the chain cut a sentence in half
Wicked Senate wear my Satan pendant beware
Ya in for a scare travel 9 dimensions
Just to battle future dominion made em my minions
Obliterate opinions sitting as the flawless preposition
No recommendations permanent stations creations
Virus flow from the cosmos exterminate portals
Vampire codex through mental *** no *******
Sticky situation hate is a flawed occupation
To the energy creating from love all of the above
It goes togetherlike sunshine and stormy weather
No smiles Indian dance romance my feet into
Mother nature pants she felt excited mad celebrated
Destroyed things before they was created x rated
Censorship can't debate it off the chart my darts
Spitting a faster than the speed of light Jupiter flight
Couldn't even burn me silver surfer sitting as a server
To the intellectual beings far from human being
Extraterrestrial sight seeing ancestors breeding
Knowledge from corrupted food no seasonings breath in
Through out the purple waves let the soul craves
Hunger decays makes my demon more enraged
66 legions ready to fight by the time they'll arrive
People will run in chaos as I smile wicked lives despite

— The End —