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my only hope

I fell asleep one dreary day
I lost my will, I lost my way
I ran from all I ever knew
And feared the call I was supposed to pursue.
I drank from wells set on fire
And filled my voids with unholy desires.
I dressed the part to play the role
And slowly began to lose my soul.
But, when your down and 
Shadows grow
And you finally have nowhere else to go
The only way to rise again
Is from the power of an eternal friend.
Many leave when you’re at your worst
When your hearts so heavy, it’s about to burst
Many claim so many titles
Their efforts are futile and their time is idle 
Their promises bleed through the incisions
For they can’t possibly understand the mission.
Battles have been the hardest at times
And memories have played with my mind
But, I keep marching like any good solider would
Even though most of the time I am misunderstood.
I keep on fighting the forces and the fears,
Knowing one day he will wipe away every tear.
I keep on giving it my best even when it’s not enough
For only one holds my heart when the waves get too rough.
I keep on believing that one magnificent day
I will see true glory wash away my yesterdays
I keep on believing that one marvelous day,
I will see the gates of my destiny enrapture my today.

By: Sabina Nicole


Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2016


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A Man Under Stress, A collaboration with Francis Crasto

My appreciation Francis Crasto for allowing me to collaborate with you as your 'psychiatrist' on ‘A MAN UNDER STRESS’- A great sequel to your recent poem on your page ‘DIG DEEP’. 



Hello Francis, how are you today?
       Silly Question!  
            A moment please, while I set this clock                                 
                      We charge by the hourly rate here
                                You’re aware of that? Just checking
                                                            ‘TESTY’
                                                 Breathe in...Out…in…out…
                                                         Anytime you are ready dear 

Talking about clocks Doc …Hate them every morning Beep Beep Beep, another broken sleep Tick Tock, after a night of booze I hit the snooze on the darn clock. Wondering who I am at the tick of 3am Thinking I better get to work or I'll get docked a dime Can't wait till knock off time So I can grab some ‘grub’ and hit the Pub drink some booze and start rambling with the blokies Sink and lose after gambling on the pokies!
It’s a bit dark in here Don’t mind me … just turning on this light Do carry on please
Too many lights, I feel like fainting I just might with this picture I'm painting When I get home… I think where did it go? Ohhh! I've got a rough sore throat and vertigo Ears are itching, pain and stitching, as I'm thinking I'm getting old, I need a massage got a sore back Got an urge for my bowels to act!
Do you think you can hold on a bit? Still goes on the clock you know
I'm just a modern man under stress looking to indulge, just to forget I need a dozen cans and some hot wild sex
Go to Kings Cross where there’s plenty of that
Just to forget ~ just to forget Need to relax, just need a rest ~ but just can't sleep Feeling homicidal, feeling suicidal ~ emotions run deep Ohhh dear! My arm's gone to sleep!
There, there …Not long now THANK YOU GOD!
Feel the need to stretch my feet Just need a rest, but feel rough in the chest Body is burning and I'm thirsty with chills always working, but can't pay the bills A new day is dawning, but I'm still yawning
Well… yes I can see that…
Can someone lend me some money, so I can spend some money? I'd better earn some money, so I can burn some money I'm just a teary eyed joke with a fear of going broke!
Just as well I ran your credit card through before you started the session
Just need to relax a bit and take a laxative The cramping and spasms are prominent But all this aside I feel confident If I could just get past these impediments That's my plan, under duress Cause I'M A MAN UNDER STRESS!
Indeed you are Francis This may take many sessions There’s that clock Thank you for your visit Same time next week? *Grub is slang for food or a meal


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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The Swarthy Bard

Math, physics, English, and so on—
     alas, are tiresome!
All the professors here go on 
     with a prime axiom. 

A stuffy, college campus where 
     knowledge and books abound,
freshmen and co-eds are clueless
     and confused all around.

Mid-terms and finals I do dread
     as each semester ends;
the pressure's on me to study
     as the semester wends.

School's oppressive this semester,
     I'll see my old provost
and leave 'ere I rot and fester
     to take up a new post.

William & Mary's M.B.A.'s
     are just worthless BS;
degrees from the home of “The Tribe”
     are crap that obsolesce.

I'll do rhymes as “The Swarthy Bard”
     as poems are my forté—
not tomes or stuffy scholastics:
     ballads are my métier!






















Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014


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8 Mile Style

8MILE8MILE    .     .     .     .     .    STYLE     .     .     .     .  8MILE8MILE
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where 
I go I see them same old hoes 
   BRING DA BEAT         c’mon, c’mon, c’mon        HERE WE GO
                  
                           YEA   YEA   YEA 
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted *** toez in fishnet pantyhose  
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two 
Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is rose, we know 
rose blows
 
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE,       YEA   YEA    YEA     

She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money 
at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ho clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic 
really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she 
blows

DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE        YEA   YEA   YEA
AND THE COP SHOWZ                     
                                    
UP, UP, UP,  EVER’BODY  UP,  C’MON UP, C’MON UP

                                                YEA    YEA    YEA
She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a 
discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them 
bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose to the 
chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahoes,  UH  YEA  UH  YEA
SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
         YEA  YEA  YEA            I’M OUT

OUT ROLLIN ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAD

8MILE8MILE     .     .     .     .     STYLE     .     .     .     .     8MILE8MILE



written by Warner Baxter One Knight Stand Productions all rights reserved


Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014


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Trayvon Brown

Walk with me,

Don't...SHOOT, 
cuz I don't wanna die young, 
I wanna grow old and have 
a daughter or a son, or maybe both, 
to live a full life is my hope,
but the bullets in your gun 
are a noose around my throat.

Don't....SHOOT,
I promise you I wanna LIVE,
I wanna show the world everything I have to give
and it's a lot, and yea I might smoke a little pot,
but so Bill Clinton and HE didn't get shot.

Don't....SHOOT,
I got plans for my future,
that don't include a cop saying
stop and let me shoot ya

Don't....SHOOT,
my hands are clearly in the air
I start school next week and I wanna
make it there.

But you..... SHOT,
and let me die in the streets,
now my people want answers 
No justice no peace.


Copyright © Cairo Asikari | Year Posted 2014


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Thoughts On MGK diss, it's just what I noticed

Beard looks weird,
that's a lyrical genius to be feared,
you wrote a 6 year song and got the facts wrong,
fired with the hair and safety still on,
I guess that scope's just a tele,
with sights and hopes on the tele,
Machine Bun Shelly, 
initials, MBS, Caps empty,
Mostly Bull Sh……
a superficial sipping soup to his belly,
or is it breakfast for a serial prodigy, 
steadfast out selling cereal probably,
problems with his intellectual property
so he's just a prop to stop and see.
6'4 and standing taller,
picking on a man, his wife and his daughter,
who needs protection ay,
you're a big and bad ball-less brawler, 
that's the shallowest level you can resort to,
and though it's none of my bees wax, 
you did it to be witnessed and receive plaques,
but it was easy and witless like corny flakes,
the business doesn't need Autotune fakes,
forcing the rhyme like all you want is a smoke,
not literally you'd choke, that's such a weak joke,  
clearly begging for your songs to be bought up,
as if we went from Shady please stand up,
to Kelly put your hairband up,
and yeah I admit some of it was good, but look,
with 6 years to write it should of been off the hook,
your best and you took as long as you could,
when your next hits out you'll remember when you last stood,
and you'll be mocked by the only line that was any good,
MGK can't stand up,
that'll get you like Cranbrook,
from Cleveland Ohio,
leave now and fly home.

Note the depth and the many double entendre in this,
written within an hour of hearing that diss,
MGK's peak, now for the diss-appearance,
I've heard you can't write your own lyrical sentence,
that's dense, how you ever gona go the distance,
now go into the distance with your spoon and bowl,
you had your 15 minutes so back to your hole.

Part 2: Picking the rhymes apart and taking a shot, on my page to read now.

* the second line is a double entendre, 
a serious comment about Eminem and a sarcastic one about MGK, you know, cus rhyming beard and weird is amazing haa.
* Hair and safety clip on
* Just a tele, a telescope
* Initials - cus MGK initials but Eminem doesn't M&M
* Caps empty - Capital letters in MGK, I'm calling him Caps as he uses them and he's out of ammo, bullet caps empty
* Machine Bun Shelly - cus of the bun and the bullet shells


Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018


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Rap God

Steps up to the mic and loses his cool
acts like a fool, way too cool for school
flunked out twice 
wasn't raised to be nice 
but you better believe he can pay the full price 
with his back to the wall, he falls back on his own
just when everything blows
he's spitting lyrics so hard when it hits you 
you know he does have some issues but that isn't the issue
its part of a plan 
to be bigger than Stan, or a man who abandoned him when he was born
fatherless can't be stressed when he's reeling in all of the cash he can get
won't look back not the way 
gone for now but to stay 
won't leave us not today
he isn't going away
media says he is getting depressed but they only see lyrics
they don't see his feelings
don't you run now 
you can only see how 
a little support raised this kid to be a rap god who took an 
a whole army and won
so don't say he's done because he's winning not won
and his song has been yet to be sung. 






Copyright © Nancy Beckman | Year Posted 2018


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It Reads Like A Rap

Your rhyme reads like a rap they say,
a rap I say,
a rap they say,
perhaps but rap is rhyme you see,
it's rhyme really,
it's rhyme you see,
this poem is not lyrical,
no not at all,
not lyrical,
'cus songs use words repeatedly,
repeat you see,
repeatedly.

We'll use that as the chorus,
it's easy and thoughtless,
lets build a rhyme fortress
with verse summersaultus,
not a word but I don't care,
eating apples grapes and pears,
seeking angles of praise from flair,
story starts now take a chair.
Out in public with clothes removed,
I've had this dream but now it's true,
a dude that's nude and on the move,
without a pube all in plain view,
swing it like a helicopter,
round and round 'til someone stops ya,
grab some weed and party poppers,
run down streets to dart from coppers,
drinking aftershock that shocks ya,
always after the shot has docked ya,
stick your head between some knockers,
wake up thick lipped at the doctors.

(Chorus)

Write it like a conversation,
it might give it a new dimension,
in that last verse you forced the rhyme,
of course that's fine in this rap rhyme,
'cus rap is rhyme it's rhyme they rap,
that is a fact a fact is that,
by it's nature rap is rhyme,
if it reads like a rap then it reads like a rhyme,
does that mean always rhyme is rap,
of course it isn't it's less than that,
now that sounds mean, 
what do you mean,
rap rhymes are rhymes and rap,
rhymes just rhyme they're not rap,
well what's this verse then is it rap?
No my friend this verse is crap,
I hope they remember this is a conversation,
they're not reading you lost their attention.

(Chorus)

A third verse now this is long winded,
it's forced and pointless poets cringing,
get back to the story, 
now you were knocked out,
yes and I remember nowt,
then what the hell's this rhyme about,
it's like a selfie with lips that pout,
no one cares except the poser,
that means no one notes the nose hair,
wrap this up it's going nowhere,
rap it up like you're a rapper,
this poem keeps on getting crapper,
no one's read as far as here, 
in this worse rhyme you've wrote all year,
at least it flows like hip hop songs,
it flows with flow its flow is strong,
to flow like this use words not long,
here's the chorus lets sing along. 

(Chorus)
 
it reads like a hip hop 

POTD 17/10/2018


Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018


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Birds eye self surveillance

Theres a man in the sky, can you see him hiding, crouching behind the grey mist rising. 
Thunder and lightning seems to guide him to reach that height when he needs some time in the skies to hide him from deeply diving down in abyss with the criminal minded, 
Around town thinking his fates decided, 
One time to try and escape is worth trying. 
Break these chains that he's been confined in.
Deep blue sirens penetrating silence. 
Skies are private and safe to lye in, the place between land and space divided.
Like sea side beaches thats seemed inviting then beached and breach by fleets of Vikings. 
I need some time away from these pirates. 
Pilot my own plane off of this island. 

The man in the sky where the sun is shining. 
Every cloud has a silver lining 
Looks down to earth where the buildings blind him. 
He closes his eyes and hopes for sight again. 
Then a bright light flash dilates his irises. 
Opens his mind his ideas ignited with fuel for the fires of the world's environment. 
He looks for the best in people entirely and feels stomach acid burning deep inside his ribs. 
Hybrids living off the cheaper cider with red dots for a sniper shot. 
Rifling through timeless lots, got police men tying these wired knots tighter. 
The cirlces tightening, ducking and diving, that life was tiring. 
The ground force fighting, cross firing. 
Suicidal minds and types who keep trying. 
Friends keep dying and fools keep lying, lining their pockets with tools and your diamonds. 
Thats why I left that life behind climbing the steps and headed for the skies for some quiet time. 
Titan the Pisces I'm buying time for this man in the sky, three flats high. 
He left his life behind but didn't die. 
Just moved on finally finding his feet now his appetites ideally gaining weight from more to eat. 
Bored of walking the streets so he's flying the sky line striking like lightening bolts on dark nights. 
Past paying for his crimes from a past life. 
Its a hard knock life we all cry. 
We all pay a price but we gotta survive. 
Lets high five. 
Listen and follow good advice.  
Its wise. 
Its all life.
Swallow pieces of pie, fly and get by, flee or fight,  look to the sky and take flight for a birds eyes surveillance. 
It's all solar from the lows to the highs. 
Strong minded. 
One time confined in sun shine to unwind. 
Thug life sometimes just right and stuck like bee honey. 
And life's as funny as Nick Trims old skool vs mumble rap like P Money. 





Copyright © Sam Perkins | Year Posted 2018


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Inspired by Slim Shady

You can probably tell I've always been inspired by Slim Shady 
By the way I rhyme words and the fact my pen's crazy
I'm the equivalent to Jason Voorhees listening to the Marshall Mathers LP with a pen in his hand instead of a Machete 
This is a horror movie on paper and I don't think you're ready 
You want to dress it up, well I'll jump out of your fashion catalogue 
I'm happy to stand out, forget hiding I don't need camouflage 
I got in my own way too many times before and I used to self sabotage 
No more though, you may want to duck and hide when I let my pen's ammo discharge
I'm a one man army,bring your whole battle squad 
You should know by the way I put words together that I'm a scrabble god
Should I rhyme simpler and dumb it down because these days the dumbest people and ideas get the biggest views
This generation need things simple, and handed to them, they don't want to look for hidden jewels
These days people get everything Misconstrued 
Kids today seem to think the best rapper is the richest dude
I don't care about a Kardashian or an Amber Rose or who is kissing who
my dad left me with issues and fears of abandonment 
I just want to wake up to my dream girl wearing my shirt and making me sandwiches
Have her look at me like I'm the first drop of rain after a drought 
Forget the past and future, I'd rather just focus on the matters of now
tell Cupid if he shoots me again to make it Demi Lovato 
I wouldn't say it to his face but Brock Lesnar looks like Johnny Bravo
People throw shots these days and they're barely Vodka 
My pen is a magic wand that makes me poetry's Harry Potter
Some won't like that I'm bringing rap style punchlines to poetry 
but even when I'm writing for fun and joking I still speak openly
Unsure if I had writers block or if I've been lazy 
But I'm back now and my pen's crazy 
You can all probably tell by the way I rhyme that I've been inspired by Slim Shady 














Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2018


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Perception

Just when I thought you knew me well
You're bothered by what circulates and surely I can tell
I know you heard about Georgia peach, i.e. Ashley
I know you feel like my past girls are still mad me for...
I see you couldn't finish your statement
I'm hard to satisfy and I'm never complacent
And by the time I find myself comfortable enough
There's a break up that follows, the recovery is tough but...

You think I'm ringing their phones
You think I'm owning a throne
You think since all these people love me that I'm never alone
You think that I'm not over her
We're cool, but I don't talk to her
You think that I love starting over and my past is a blur
You think... Ugh... You think that we could be something
You judge me when I say my feelings are nothing
I hate what this is becoming

Blinded by your thoughts, I can't figure your perception
How you love me so? You dismiss important questions.


Copyright © Xavier Johnson | Year Posted 2016


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How A Bill Becomes Law

How a Bill Becomes Law
Democratic process, that’s how it goes
More like pimps puttin’ out cigarettes
On their hapless ho’s

If you don’t vote, don’t complain about the result 
You have heard, no doubt, that jive-*** insult
Think you got more choice than Pepsi versus Coke?
Then pass me that pipe, ‘cuz I too want a toke

Maybe I can just drink my way out of this mess
Got my Freedom of Choice, where more equals less
Pilsner, ale, lager, stout, by all means take your pick
Cooler door’s open, better grab somethin’ quick

How a Crispy Stack of Bills Becomes Law
Corporate lobbyist shills, they write every word 
Then it goes to committee
Puppet show of the absurd

They feed you Scorn Flakes by the heapin’ bowl
Fixin’ to microchip you and short sell your soul
Judas goats lead the Sheeple down the path to mutton
They can bleat all they want, but that won't do nothin'

I elect two tall boys and appoint a sad-*** sack of Doritos
Magazine headline pushin’ vaccines in mosquitoes
They gonna mainline you with junk, if you like it or not
I slap a sweaty twenty on the counter, cuz that's all I got

How a Hundred-Dollar Bill Becomes Law
Without ever bein’ read, it goes to a vote 
Gets ramrodded through the House
By some bought 'n' paid-for turncoat

What’s one more sellout, another Big Lie?
Small price to pay for the best system money can buy
Kickbacks for politicians handed off in the park
Blown on five-grand hookers turnin’ tricks in the dark

I see the Jackpot’s over two hundred million again
To not take a chance would be a jackass sin
All you need is a little bit of luck, says the CGI midget
So I circle five numbers, plus a Powerball digit

How Swill Becomes Law
At last, it gets signed or vetoed
If it don’t serve its paymasters
It’s long since been torpedoed 

Dollar and a Dream, keep clutchin' that ticket
Forget the long odds, math’s a real sticky wicket
If I win it all, I’m gonna take the lump sum
Go lie on the beach, sippin' daiquiris and rum

I whisk my gewgaws back up to my apt
Crack a cold one, watch the news, my attention quite rapt
Flickerin' pixels put the RGB hex on me
Alpha-state so soothin' that I finally can see

Disregard what I was sayin', so bitter and snide 
Talkin' head pundits set my paranoid delusions aside
Quiet on the set--stop shovellin’ chips in your maw
Some sexed-up strumpet’s splainin’ me...
     ...how a bill becomes law


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For Contest: Political Ordeal
Sponsored by: C.T.
Written: March 11, 2016


Copyright © Brian McClain | Year Posted 2016


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Before and After

Bust to the extreme 
And collide with your foes 
Be ruthless and heartless
When smash on them hoes 
Leave no stone unturned 
When your searching for a "snatch"
Always be ready 
To smash that *** 
Cause they sneaky as **** 
Waiting patiently for you to slip 
Or get down on your luck 
Then you looked surprised 
When your *** gets stuck
Like how could this happen 
How could this be 
They said they would have my back
Always 
Always and tomorrow
Are two in the same 
Cause when you wake up tomorrow 
Its today 
And always is cool 
Till it comes time for change 
And that's all I'm gonna say 
You seek fortune 
And you seek fame 
Then your a prime target
For them bogus lames 
And trifling dames 
That try to get at you in the beginning
So they can snatch your change 
When you do make a name 
Its all the same 
Every mother****ing day 
But u *****es ain't slick 
Cause you all look fake 
Like a ***** with teary eyes 
You know she got raped 
And took against her will 
Just cause some ***** *** punk 
Needed a thrill 
Well meet your maker 
I got a deal 
Cause sent down in my presence 
And your soul will get drilled 
Chilled and chopped up 
And diced up into a meal 
For the dogs to eat
Now am I keeping it real 
Or just real ill 
My fates already been sealed 
You silly bastard 
I'm on the chopping block 
And all you hear is my laughter 
Before and after 
The rapture
*****!


Copyright © Justin Waddle | Year Posted 2013


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A friend

Who else, if not a friend,
turns up to rap and rend?

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014


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Always Yours

(Meant to be read fast like rapping)

I’m trying to place all your beauty and grace

And to chase and embrace every memory that ever was

Hunting past ghosts and old posts and love notes to see if anything can jolt this mind of mine

But it’s gonna be a while in denial till your smile turns the dial and resets this heart of mine

And it’s gonna take time to remind the divine to align the design inside this soul of mine

The fact of the matter is
I’m back and I’m better
Like a post script letter
And I promise I will never fetter

I wish you could comprehend the twists and bends this journey sends me on

I wish you could see the glee inside of me that frees the seas and shakes my knees

I want you to hold my heart that beats in part and won’t depart from next to you

Stay close
Don’t go
Wait a little longer and I swear I’ll have the flow

Come step 
Inside
Let me show you why this is love I can’t deny

In time
You find
Every little thing I did had you in mind


Copyright © Alexander Klein | Year Posted 2015


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Rhythm i

Old ideas, more like character defects--
no way to pay bills or get paychecks.
Mind-aching explosion,
put up the road blocks,
ticking like a time bomb or a grandfather clock.
Time's up, make a decision,
something you can live with--
space just to breathe and enough room to pivot.
Exquisite provisions--
invaded by religion.
Predicaments that can change one's whole way of livin'.
Conditions, 
they can make you
or absolutely break you.
Be wise with the lifestyle and morals that you take to.
Make haste not to
delay the truth inside the prelude
and maybe one day you
will finally have a breakthrough.


Copyright © K. Patrick Schaffer | Year Posted 2014


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Make this life easy

How long will it take for you to see
Life is just an illusion, it’s gonna pass eventually
The flesh is just a lie
Eventually you’re gonna die
But your soul will live on
Rejoice in this don’t mourn
God made you to die 
It’s why you were born
Last night GOD spoke to me
Your pain will end soon, so brother don’t worry
This world will soon pass
None of this is gonna last
But the word of GOD will live on
From the dusk till the dawn, on, on and on
He said pity the living, not the dead
I replied back to him
I meant no disrespect and this is what I said
Imma hold my head high and do my part until the end

So make this life easy
This life is just a lie
Soon you’re gonna die 
So why you killin him for
He’s just another brother, another lost soul
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy

Sister and brothers on streets
Instead of helping them get on their feats
We’re worrying about ourselves
It’s an endless cycle
man’s just looking out for himself
It seems clear to me
That nobody is free
Rich, white, black or poor you’re all the same to me
Trapped in a prison ruled by money
Don’t you think it’s funny 
Endless numbers and papers rules us 
We’ll never be happy
It’s not a mystery
The world is falling apart
I want it to end already, when will it start
Until then I guess I’m going to do my part
So while you’re here just make this life easy

So make this life easy
This life is just a lie
Soon you’re gonna die 
So why you killin him for
He’s just another brother, another lost soul
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy

This poem is inspired by Tupac's Life Goes On.


Copyright © Tilahun Taye | Year Posted 2014


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Reason

You're the reason I love this music,
You're the reason I joined the movement.
Five shots in one night,
Sweat after a big fight,
We're just living life.
The stage is on fire, these folks love it,
My memory is a playlist -- filled with your hits,
My heart is a drum beating to when you say things.
You're the reason I love this,
You're the reason behind your lyrics,
You're the reason I appreciate
The wonderful moments your videos create.
I was floating on misery, until you caught me,
I was filled with envy, until I became me.
You taught to see the light,
You're the reason there's a bright in my nights.
You're reason I came here to write this,
You're the reason I follow the club scenes.
You're the reason the microphone is a song on it's own,
You're the reason I held to my own.
You inspired the kid,
Now I'm going to inspire some kids.
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** A Rap Inspired by
and Dedicated to
South African rap artist
ReasonHD**



Copyright © Mel Marakalala | Year Posted 2015


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RENEGADES FOREVA

  Renegades Foreva!

Renegade teenage rage babes 
thinkin’ they all grown, all knowin’ 
when they seedlin’s barely sown
bleedin’ teenage angst with teenage crankst
always rhymin’ and mis-timin’ some poetry-crimin’  
mis-mashin', diss-bashin' 
word-clashin' song 
heard on some half-sappy, sex-happy, 
yap-rap, smack-attack vid 
made by some brotha who’s just anotha 
angry angst-ridden 
wannabe gangsta kid

With a street beat
they be hummin’ or singin’ along
repeatin’ the deceit 
not knowin’ curse verses 
are just plain wrong and mostly maligin’   
while grownups in earshot 
takin’ all them swearshots
wishin’ them words had sweeter rhymin’ 
or that kids be more discreet 
would take their claptrap, 
no-class, crass-crack lyrics 
and just tweet ‘em or mime ‘em

But if ‘dults could go back, meet themselves
when they was punk teens 
fittin’ into pre-shrunk his or her hunk jeans
listenin’, partyin’ to poppin’ rockin’ 
unusual musical junk boy band scenes
and lettin’ out star-struck 
super-charged
groanal hormonal 
no-one-could-understand gland screams    
then they’d be amused ya know, 
might change their views ya know 
cause remind ‘em not so pristine 
when child and ‘dult they was in-between

Kids always lookin’ to find 
who they are and who they be 
imprisoned involuntarily 
in their youthful penitentiary 
no matter what century they be from you see            

So if  thinkin’ rap sucks cause 
it’s just no-class hurls and low-class slurs 
then fire-up that flux capacitor of yours, 
head back to yo’ past and meet yo’ younger him or hers
see your own rebelling mis-teen-stakes 
then rapping notions you might reshape
or rapping judgments remake
or least maybe now tolerate new-age teenage
rapping outbreaks and in-yo-face ear-quakes 
realizin’ that come whateva or wheneva
that all teens now, before an’ where-eva 
will evamore and eva be 
natural renegades foreva! 

© 2014 all rights reserved


Copyright © Andy Richards | Year Posted 2014


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DOLLAR SIGN OF THE TIMES

I aint got no money and I'm goin' down fast

My heads in the toilet and my life's in the trash

I wish I had a penny for every bad thought

I wish I could steal without gettin' caught

 

Wanna be able to buy my own smokes

I'm tired of "shorts" and two hit tokes

Don't wanna be a rich man don't wanna be a star

Don't need my own plane just wanna have a car

 

 

The beat goes on but the beat don't pay

I'm cryin' all night I'm tryin' all day

I dream and I wish I kneel and I pray

I know I gotta reason

Just gotta find a way




Copyright © steve fecser | Year Posted 2016


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Love or Help

You live to love, When you love to give. That life you never had Like forever, had no wealth. Still had a hand to help. All I have is dreams for myself grand plans for world and words to rhyme with strength. The world will change, it depends on range of rage or love we raise. Well thats a phase of world, where we stay some for months, some for days or its a game we play and score to glee. All above, We live to love and we need to give.


Copyright © rahul bhatia | Year Posted 2016


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79point12 FM

Tune into my mind/
Tune into my mind and get stabbed to life/ 
Jawbones knife attacking words/ 
Please alter my mind/

I am that programmed station/ 
Possessed to pose in possession of your mind/ 
Missions transmitted in metres between ears and time chasers/ 
Tune into my mind and stay blessed with all the metaphoric answers/ 

Frequency freaking hearts that taste no words instantly/
My radio is more than your language/
Tune into my mind/
I ask you to please my pleasing dreams please/
Tune into my mind/
I see poetry in your homeless face and chemistry/
With blinded motives
I smell signals in punch lines before your empty tummy fights/
Breath my waves/
Snooze my poetry/
In your sleep please squeeze my radio/
Let me sleep your dreams in afternoon drives/

Caves transporting words that change strive/
Scratchy ears get tickled 
Tune into my mind/
And smile/
Please/
Tune into my mind/
And dance to the beats of my creativity/

Receive end distance relationship with me/
Strip naked my heart existence/

I speak of permissions/
Granting permissions to speak visual emissions/
With no jurisdictions/
Court judges judging restrictions/
Hold up/ 
That’s your life in a sentence/
Gone in 60 seconds essence/ 

I speak of you in my right hand/
Tilt next to my time/
Please live your waves let me tune into your mind/
Jawbones/ 
Knife attack my words/ 
My bones serve tissues for your teary facial expressive words/
Let me adjust into your intelligence/
While i recall my callings and evidences/
Seventy-nine twelve twenty-seven feels like ages/ 

Let me feel your presence/


Copyright © Young King sa | Year Posted 2014


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Not another day


Impulsive or compulsive

Either way it's not conducive

Living with this disorder

Can't be good for my liver

Obsessions, when do they stop?

Compulsions, when do I stop?

Let me illustrate and reiterate

My demons make me infuriated

To the point, man, I really want to escape this

Live everyday like your last?

These hours go by fast

Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past

Always with the imagery and self coping insanity

That broke me and continues to break me.

Another day, no not another day

I just got out, please let me stay away.


Copyright © Stefan Cote | Year Posted 2016


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Starry Eyed

In my hand an empty pack of camel crushes... I smoked them all. 
All the pacing from the stress has beat the pavement raw.
Anger from the moments of my son I never saw.
I'm so gone.
Because I've been holding it in for way too long.
And hashtag to my haters,I will spray you all away if you try to stop me from getting my hustle on.
And I'm not Kirsten Dunst but suckas bring it on.
I'm praying that the whole world pays attention to this song.
See snow the product did it first, but see this best it spoke to me.
And said "you could write a story on how rough your life could be. 
And with every verse you spit, more haters get frikazied.
That's when motivation kicked in and I began to believe.
I'll show the population that my ryhmes are mega rad.
And show the child courts I can be a good dad. 
And make for certain that I get to make my baby mama mad.
Because every brother out of Gary really ain't bad.
Determined dad.


Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2015


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Northern Suburbia

Your love is real 
the love you feel.
Your love is great 
the love you make.
Your records are on fire 
its your desire.
Take me out tonight
and go wild and crazy, 
or be fat and lazy. 
So I played some Doors 
and saw some whores. 
So I said goodbye 
and they all must die, fool. 
So dig my guts 
and eat my brain 
and then go insane. 
I don't
Care I love it 
so forget it, Punk!


Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015