Best Holla Poems
Rising while others are falling fast asleep
Should I go? Now that ain't even a question 'cause baby girl gotta eat
And so does my wife, and I
Gotta go! Yes, gotta make that run just so we can get by
Dreams! Sweet dreams of the future, both near and far
Reaching earnestly yet, they're like a distant, fading star
Running to punch someone else's clock, now this ain't ever made no man rich
I know it but I haven't found it, Yes, that good 'ol niche
Running, running, running, but to where?
Just trying to stay focused on that distant star as I persevere
SLOW DOWN! I say slow down 'cause what's gon' be, gon' be!
Every time I say this, I quickly remember that the car note is a month behind and the cupboards are empty
Running! Running into the night and days
Baby needs a new pair of shoes and still no pay raise
Lord! Being caught in this whirlwind makes me wanna holla.
Running, just running to make that mighty dollar
God knows I've been struggling to make these old ends meet. I've moved slow and fast
Don't know Lord, just don't know how long my energy gon' last
I live in North East Florida
That's just a hop, skip, and a jump
From the land known as Georgia
Where "Honey Boo Boo" once held court with her mom
If'n you never knew "Honey Boo Boo"
You're in for a treat or more than one
She was a multi car train wreak
That you couldn't turn your bugged eyes away from
First let me explain the state of Georgia
So this family ya'll will understand
Not long ago they re-dirted both paved roads
Said progress was getting way out of hand
So with that said and done son
With formalities out of the way
Lets turn our attention back to our star attraction
And see what all she had to say
Her fame started out on Toddlers & Tiaras
Reality shows we all seem to love
From The Crazed Housewives to The Kardashion's
America can not get enough
And since it's on T.V. it's gotta be true
Did you ever try her drink sensation
Of Red Bull and Mountain Dew, she liked to call "Go Go Juice"
It'll put hair on your derriere for extra pad in relaxation
And who wouldn't want to see a six year old
With that kind of Hellacious Buzz
What went through my mind when I looked at it was
Ahhh, Redneck Motherly Love
So now do you redneckonize her
Where all I just said is quite true
A dolla used to make her holla!
I sure miss "Honey Boo Boo" on the Boob Tube
As I'm sure all of you do too...
Welcome To The Party
Written by: D. Collins 9/8/14
Welcome to the party black, white, yellow, and brown.
Where you can get “Hippy” and let your hair down.
Treat it just like it’s another “Woodstock”.
Come in, just blend, and turn this party out.
Welcome to the party from New Orleans to L.A.
Those in Angola, and those in Pelican Bay.
All are welcome, we’re going to “set it off”.
Some food, spirit, and knowledge for all ’o ya’ll.
Welcome to the party, where some jazz may kick in.
And, before the song’s over you’ll holla “play that again”.
There’ll be good conversation, and the sweet, smell of myrrh.
People from all over the globe joined as brothers and sisters.
Welcome to the party, we’re just getting started.
Those who want drama should have already departed.
This party’s not for them. They don’t possess what it takes.
The uncanny ability to see far, beyond hate.
we are torn by war and degrading poverty
so we pick the fruit from the white man’s tree
his ships are our spoil, packed with black oil,
furs and gold bars for our toil
with my brothers ten men strong, we sing
the Somali pirates’ song
“Oom jigga sam sam, oom jigga may,
with my AK make you pay!
not for glory not for spite, I’ll fight your
crew with all my might
so when you holla..pirates a port!
I drop your dollar from million to nought
Ooom jigga sam sam, oom jigga may, with
my AK make you pay!
Written for contest 26/9/15
The moment I walked in on this scorching room,
I saw innocent faces of sorrowful bloom.
You stared at me when I shook everything off,
Holla don’t worry because I can’t be so off.
We spent 5 months of knowing each other,
I’m happy enough with the words that you utter.
You may sometimes don’t get what I want you to do.
Pretty good things are all I want just for you.
I often don’t understand how you always feel,
Seeing your good deeds is contentment and real.
I love that childish mind in your wealthy young age.
A movement of prissiness is such funny beige.
When you wrote sorry in a white crumpled board,
This heart was lacerated by your one holy sword.
You may have not noticed these sacrifices that I’ve done,
One day of change is your realization in down.
I’m your commando in a most fashionable look,
You’re my soldiers who are fearfully all always hooked.
I’m looking forward in your ramp of achievement,
Seeing that white gown in you is so much fulfillment.
My heart
fell into the wrong hands
My love
was sold on the black market
My virginity
was stolen from me
by a pimp with a penchant
for sweet talking
Now I'm a turned-out sex slave
street walking
Men pass me around
like a bag of candy
They take a piece of me,
eat all they can eat
I satisfy their sexual gluttony
They love to have me every kind of way ...
do things to me,
that you don't even dare wanna say
I am a prostitute,
my worn out thighs tell the truth
Only have my body to sell
Walking on the cold concrete,
feels like I'm living in a frozen hell
Maybe you'll see me one day,
when you're cruising,
and I'm walking your way
Maybe you'll wanna stop and holla,
spend a little time together,
then throw me some dollars
But I'm warning you,
don't take me home to your wife or girlfriend
Or risk giving them some of me,
pass on to them some of my misery
This ain't how sex was supposed to be,
but it is what it is
I am a prostitute ...
time to get cleaned up
to get dirty again
But there ain't enough money to be made,
when you're twice dead,
and the bed is your grave
I got my mind on my money and money on my mind/
Cat scan if you like you'll tell I ain't lying/
Verse One
Money is all I know all I see and remember/
From January to December I'm about seeing my figure/
From big Bens down to the pennies and nickles/
I want it all, you can call me a penny pincher/
Pennies for my thoughts add to a couple million/
I paint a perfect picture money stacked taller than buildings/
Everybody getting money, me and my minions/
It's a domino effect because all of us getting it/
I can be a billionaire and still won't go in my pockets/
I never understood it ain't tricking if you got it/
If I gotta throw mines then I guess I don't got it/
I ain't never been that type I want all of my profit/
Money hard to come by my momma not a doctor/
My dad is not a lawyer, and my uncle is not a rockstar/
but I'm trying to rock hard so I want it all/
And when it comes to the money, I'ma get it till I fall/
Verse Two
From being locked in the Penitentiary, I learned the value of money/
Because when I was dead broke it wasn't close to funny/
But I never been a dummy and I always had a hustle/
BY any means necessary, I'ma get something/
Everyday, I think of different ways to try and make a dollar/
And making my own money, I'm proud of/
Women wanna holla, dudes wanna be prostitutes/
Because they think I hit the lottery since I got a lil bread/
But really I'm just popping because the charts be topping/
And they think that I'm dropping but they outta their heads/
I get out of bed, thinking, money, money, money/
My palms steady itching so I know it's coming/
They told me if they hating on me then I'm doing something/
Because if I wasn't doing something, my name wouldn't be humming/
But I'm only worrying about the only thing on my mind/
And the only thing on my mind, is on it all the time/
Conserve that dolla
Banks flippin and jobs trippin
Debt makes you holla
The war it's cold with no signs of any ending, it's like adding another twenty years to a life sentence, even in the heat of the moment lies a cold kitchen, with lukewarm souls, in a dark prism, what's a prison to a free spirit, probably on the scale that some of us think we're worthy of Gods merits, here in the west we know nothing of true devastation, Christians over here see persecution as being verbally abused, the war is cold and that's what they claim their hearts are, but I know real saints who died for the cause real martyr's, and that's a real thug not the lames that holla thug life cuz they gotta brick and a sawed off, I wonder would you still die for ya block if they made you watch ya kids get their ligaments sawed off, the war is cold and everybody claim they gotta heart to match it, but wouldn't dare die for their comrades no full metal jacket, this cold war is heating up is enough ever enough, spiritual warfare is live and well enough bodies to fill up countless dump trucks, only the strong survive and by survive I mean live on in eternity, going threw hell on earth stepping outta that firery furnace with no wounds where the Messiah rains so fervently
Since I belong to God, I am treated by the world like I'm the backwards spelling of
His name. In other words, I'm treated like a dog. His grand treatment will enable to
stand in the face of persecutions for the good life Jesus is the only solution. The
world will treat you like a dog but God holds all of their collars. They can't do you
any harm all you have to do to God's name is holla'! 1-11-11
The moment I walked in on this scorching room,
I saw innocent faces of sorrowful bloom.
You stared at me when I shook everything off,
Holla don’t worry because I can’t be so off.
We spent 5 months of knowing each other,
I’m happy enough with the words that you utter.
You may sometimes don’t get what I want you to do.
Pretty good things are all I want just for you.
I often don’t understand how you always feel,
Seeing your good deeds is contentment and real.
I love that childish mind in your wealthy young age.
A movement of prissiness is such funny beige.
When you wrote sorry in a white crumpled board,
This heart was lacerated by your one holy sword.
You may have not noticed these sacrifices that I’ve done,
One day of change is your realization in down.
I’m your commando in a most fashionable look,
You’re my soldiers who are fearfully all always hooked.
I’m looking forward in your ramp of achievement,
Seeing that white gown in you is so much fulfilment.
I’m not your average ghetto schmo,
I’m better than that
Much sharper than those dull D.C. politicos,
me just stating a fact
Another urban legend tidbit,
impo info you should know
Got laid back suburban wit,
I'm ghetto good to go
How do you talk to this Judeo-Africano
in Latin Esperanto?
Ask any of my Hispanic homies,
and head click how I flow
Partnering up with my Asian crew,
they like things going karma kismet
This is what no border brothers do,
from northern Inuit to southern Aztec,
Maybe you still think I’m not legit,
obviously you really don’t know
I got cool hip urban wit,
Me always ghetto good to go
Island ladies and Caucasian cuties,
they touch my heart on the down low
African queens and princess Aborigines,
give me love, not too fast or too slow
Arabic laughter and Jewish smiles,
my twin Pole dwellers are so mellow
Me be a singing cosmopolitan child,
Mr. Harmony be my road good fellow
Did I leave any of my global friends on omit,
holla back, yo ... let this adopted Native Americano know
This soul brotha always gotta come correct,
stay humble ghetto good to go
Comfort Me Oh Black Shamballa
For all the 'ninth nights' I can't attend
Let me moan, caress you, cry and mend
Friends, colleagues gone that way
Funerals converge same same day
Too many murders too many cancers
Hearts give out and brains can't answer
Comfort me oh black shamballa
'Llow me to fidget while I twist 'n holla
Sweet flight Calm seas Men of honour
We'll meet again in fair land up yonder.
Hustle bustle
all the day;
chitter chatter
all the way.
Pitter patter
goes the feet;
credit debit
watch them fit.
Ponder wonder,
goes the mind;
"holla! did i
make a find?"
Whimmy whammy
swing the gates;
flimmy flammy
"we're in haste!"
Blunder Flounder
through the gates;
helter skelter
what a waste!
Something for my lady, gettin that money by any means.
Who get with the player type, a thug, from the hood with good dreams,
Who kick it in high heals, plenty tank tops, camouflage, fatigues
Her thongs clear to the vision, so you can see some good things
Stretch marks, body smoother then Marble floors in Hamptons
Lampin' large in a condominium or mini mansion
Sidekick mobile phone, three flip like kirk
I'm very religious, superstitious, and like David I ain't scared to flirt
I'm from the dirt, root and soot. Came up on my own foot.
Used to hang with the crooks, But now I'm legit don't ask where I work just know keep a job
on the books.
I took my chance with many girls, but until I looked for a woman.
I got one thats crazy, sexy & cool. Waterfalls, good lookin'.
I can remember back in school, being judged by chicks,
People hearing I have some money, suddenly I'm the sh,
Past baby's mama, drama, karma, dillemas and problems
got me writing this jingle, ready to mingle, Holla, holla, holla, holla.