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Ghetto Boy

I am a ghetto boy with no ware to go, so I talk to the lord to keep my flow.
The answer came that would make me a man.
He said the graveyard would be calling my name, but you want fame;
so here i go. Make the wrong move and the door will close.
I said lord I can't help myself, unemployment on the rise and i don't have many 
friends; cause i begin to wonder is there spies with in.
All i want to do is to get out of this rut, without hanging with the fellas
selling dope at the cut.
I don't want no mess so i carry a peice in case some fool want some of me.
Hitting the switch in the car so my girl can get in, I keep her with me
to keep me from committing a sin. I am a ghetto boy, but i'm out to win.
All these things mean something to me.
It is not what you would see in a hustlers magazine.
A stash of dope in the trunk and thee dogs at the cut,
dressing in hood gear and waring bullets proof vests.
Is death the promise for doing my best.
I am a ghetto boy with no ware to go, so i talk to the lord to keep my flow.
 
                                         THE END

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Fact and Fiction

The guardian combined with a power of a myth,
summons the rapture of a dragon fist.
Mighty enough to block and a slashing tail to chop
away at it's enemies crop.
An alinement belt, full of commands to be felt;
as mind over matter be the cards that were dealt.
Horns of prey, to detect; the effects day by day.
Poisoning the birth of strength and blowing fire to sender it away.
One out of a squad, known to be gods; in the universe that they are from.
forming an alliance, a disk of factual compliance, a mind of magical enchantment 
and a source of body development.
Noah's ark to speak of a start, resting on a mountain peak.
The titanic  said it could never sink,
Another story made to compete.
Fact or fiction, which will the next one be.
Generations from now will just have to wait and see.

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The Galicga Crew

Fe fy foe fum we are the crew who gets the job done.
Ranked with badges to whip with lashes.
We leave the scene, cold like ice from the murder we bring.
We put you to rest cause we are the best
and if it is murder she wrote, then we must confess.
We don't regret putting you in the ground.
We don't let nothing bring us down.
We walk this way, yea we walk this way.
spreading like the ice age,
we put you on a slate to be dissected.
Blood starts to spill when we come to kill,
gore and violence just gives us a thrill,
like being in a cell on death row hill.
With us you know ain't nothing happening.
We strike your force like a convoy phantom,
Like a ghost appearing in the midnight fog,
attacking you and your homey dogs.
Fe fi foe fum, we are the galicga crew 
and this war has begun.
Modulatiing on multaling, can you deal with the trouble that you are facing.
I'm a blood liquidtarian that you are hating,
I feed on the lives that i be taking.
I leave you a satistic, I'm rapping emplistic.
You just another crew that were gonna be ditching.
And we walk this way, yea we walk this way.
Spreading like the ice age,
we put you on a slate to be dissected.
Blood starts to spill when we come to kill,
gore and violance just gives us a thrill, 
like being in a cell on death row hill.
fe fi foe fum, we are the crew who gets the job done.
Up side down you have turned me,
we pushing terror to infinity,
like a insectrail swarm we come complete,
attacking your faith to uncernity.
Our empire known through out the land,
Laying you dead gives us the upper hand.
We walk this way, yea we walk this way.

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Fruits of Labor

I was there, but you didn't care; that I loved you.
Now your everywhere, cause your tree is bare; but the sky is still blue.
The fruits of momentum has fallen.
You were not there beside me when I was calling.
Your wishes are thoughts that are now a haunting.
Like a ghost, should I appear or let you suffer in this atmosphere.
You tremble because you see, your destiny unable to be reached.
You never knew the truth, that your motivation is what I produced
I know by now that you have a clue, that it was I that kept your gray skies blue.
When ever you meet another tree, don't make the same mistake you made with me.

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Vengeance Is Mine Sayth the Lord

It was at the peak of the noon, during a eclipsed moon,
The shadows moved across an accuped room.
A sound that felt like the might of the night,
gasps of fear filled the eyes of tears
 as the wings of the shadow took flight
to get nearer.
We held hands due to the darkness command,
staying together to prevent a fall.
United we stood, all for one and one for all.
Days have past with out any rest or sleep.
Our eyes begun to turn red,
burning until they started to drizzle and  weep. 
By now we are afraid of the light
fore it may shine to bright.
Fearing god somehow made it alright,
as we embraced each other to hold on tight
We began to build ourselves a protective gore.
I still remember the words, fore it said 
vengeance is mine sayth the lord.

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Greetings

A party at the club, I'm out to get laid.
Strippers hitting the pole to get the money I fade.
I got a private booth with a waitress to serve,
wearing a g-string set that compliments her curves.
Like the mad hatter of Alice in Wonderland,
Keeping a joker in my hat; is why I can
hold down the house with the dollars 
that I'm playing.
Cursing the streets after the clubs have closed,
looking for the honeys out striking a pose;
spotting the ones that will come out their clothes.
Taking them home, the parties on;
i got the fellows in the back drinking patron.
Under a twilight roof just like at the astro dome.
A monster truck parked in my yard
with a big huge flag of me tipping my dobbs.

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The Gypsy Ganster

In the blood of a swagger, their is an obsession.
The life of a ganster and all it's worldly posession.
Diva's dessing nice in sparkling ice,
hustling the strees without a comprimise.
Diamond bands coming down to their wrists.
saphire blings that you can't resiste.
They cruise the sites to claim the undead,
scoping out the clubs like with enferred;
looking for that party to take to the head.
Themusic they sell is like from a wishing well,
filing the theaters with beauty nighting-gails.
The world shakes when they preform on stage,
flashing their paper off the music they made.
They have their own a.t.m. and it is stocked with cheese,
whie they lay back at the cribs smoking on a few keys.
It is ironic and bazzare when their rapture unfolds,
like crossing their paths without paying a toll.
they ride four deep in the heat of the night,
like a shadow with wings taking flight.

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Questionnaire

I can feel you holding me tight, While I am sleep during the night.
In my dreams,I see what you are thinking.
A thunder cloud bursts as if you are speaking.
I wake up to hear the pitter-patter of your feet.
The freshness of your voice makes my blossoms smell sweet.
I knew you were there because my day went right.
I met a lover who also wants to hold me tight.
Together their is nothing we can't do,
cause deep in my heart ; I belive that it was you.
A sword had been drawn, filling me with hope to carry on;
with my reason to ware;as I had been born.

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Memories of You

The clouds form to blur our sight and take us on a wonderful flight.
This moment is clear as pearled love tear.
I want to fly back to the past where the circles of flames spells out our names.
Sitting on sapphire stones, here is where i can never be alone.
crystalized vapors grow our memory.
A tree that will last thought out enturnity.
Catapillas harvest on the leaves, to present a eye full,
only to beautfy the moment of our arrival.
Each branch with it's own video to play and every word the we had to say,
turns the season to autuam on any given day.
As we glance at each other from time to time , the birds carry our thoughts to each other
mind,
signaling the heart of the love we had to find.
Naked ground where there will soon to be,sprouting trees to grow more of our memories.

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Paranormal

Pruning wind that trim the trees.
Behind you is a grave of unesscerary limps and leaves.
Once a mound that has been forgotten.
A sprite that lays to whilter and rotten. 
Soon it will be taken into a digestive ground.
As it makes room for the winter season to come around.
Convicted of even not one crime.
Frozen in eternity to be forever mine.
Beauty remains as we keep on step pen.
A picture engraved in the life of heaven.
A baby seed that died an early death.
It seems everything is done by a calculated map.
In another day and time of course.
I shall rise again sayth the lord.