Best Homie Poems

I came to one conclusion 
all that we see is an illusion 

Tic Tock  ….. Tick Tock

As I run around the block 
I got...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Street Language 
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: March/2014


Yo 
What-up?
Mah

Um
Ain't Hip

Real Talk

Got Dat Papah
Shorty

Rich *****!
Benjamin's 

Bro
You tripp'n

Fo Real

Jus Fun'n
Wit Choo
Mommy

Floss'n
Fo Show
Check It

Dats Dope

Ice
(Bling)
Yeah

Straight Up
Sweet

Hit Me Up
My Digits
Cool

Hollah...

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>>1111>>STRAIGHT TO THE POINT<<1111<<

Straight to the point, 
No stopping this,
I'm your rival,
This life is about survival,
Or survival of the fittest?
The dopest most explosive lyrical genius...

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been tired of messing up 
waking up like wtf 
this better not be my funeral 
different face murials 
curtains on a ghost i cannot see...

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On January the 11th
We embarked on this beautiful journey
I trusted you with my heart
I knew you wouldn't hurt me
I glance at my left hand on...

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//Bang bang//
//nothing but the blood of your homie is going through your mind//
//That's fine nothing but the blood of Jesus is going through mine// 
//this...

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Topic of Conversation (Heroic Couplet)

Say what you want about the man in black 
You think he cares about that, he got stacks.

Akron Ohio was his...

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These dudes funny like "Nickelodeon"
I see how these "Cartoons Network"
Come in "Dexters Laboratory " I'm Writing "Explosives" 
Blues Clues "Cues" in my "Excerpts"
Mandark hating thinking...

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Room full of people, how could I be lonely?
these days it's harder than ever to find a true homie,
I'm trying to keep a grip, but...

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Talk is Cheap - Battle Rap

Yo, Ima outcheek you… gimme that mic,
I’m lethal, a viper ready to strike;
and it ain’t gonna be pretty – not...

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Yes with Cool confidence, the kinda swag you get
when you understand less,
i always think like that so i don't pout my chest
with a vest built...

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G-O-I- to the N. These 4 letters fill my head and that point I do begin. To go in and bust a ryhme. Come with...

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Clever, Talented, and real my rhymes just swifter
Ain't got no muscle but i'm still a bra lifter
Fed up so that weed going straight to my...

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Room full of people, how could I be lonely?
These days it's harder than ever to find a true homie
I'm trying to keep a grip but...

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STOLEN ILLUMINATION OF THE STAR

This journey has not been a fanciful adventure, 
we're all settlers in  these dynasty of neo-colonialism 
united only by what...

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