Best Thug Poems
thug love letter
I only hope that you will drink these words i say to you, and be drunken by
my every emotion, as i hold the key to our childhood, while i testify for your
love as if u were given a life sentence for my crime. Thinking for these past 5 years
grow old,
while watching our people's lyfe suffer growing older than having to die withought thats
given thoght our question, why? Darkened by the shadows of my brest, like the two
smuthered
blackberries that we use to surive on. only surviving our last test.
pouring out are my emotions, my tears along with my past. Have I not Suffered phyiscally
and poetically.
are my words words yet enough to be cut deep by your tears while watching your ears
bleed, as you would be drunken by the last drop of my sexuality. While Our Days Began to
grow cold, and we too began to grow old so now our love has outgrown.
I too, am ready to be loved, and be drunken by your every emotion, tasteing the last drop
from your lips.
Hey Tom Cunningham, you could help bring Putin down,
Plastic surgery has made him into a legendary clown,
Ridicule him whilst highlighting his inhumanity,
Mock him but telling of his insanity,
Advise him his plastic surgeon should give him a frown
Give it up Thug
I saw it
Glimpse a tender side
Voice tender, words spoken sincere no lies
I saw you
A hard shell with a heart that felt
Don't put those walls up
trying to connect
No streets here
No struggles, no need for war
Love!
Just a heart And these arms
This could be it...Safe haven
you don't want it
but you need it
Running from love bad business
Don't put those walls up
You will regret it Thug
Poets who spew
Poets who haven’t a glue
Poets who use words
To intimidate and skew
Opinions twisted in division
Instead of healing societies wounds
When serving men are killed in cold blood
No matter my view
My heart bleeds for their families
Compassion is my vision
I am NO THUG
Notes: Dedicated to 2 police officers killed on duty in cold blood in New York City.
At the time of this tragedy, it is tasteless and crude to write anything at all that
Belittles men who serve. With all that has happened in the United States, concerning the police, let us remember, most serve and defend with pride, we must bring people together
Not divide and especially not spew hatred and falsehoods. God bless
Have you ever noticed the way you always fall inlove with the wrong people.when you are chatting wit yo friends and they ask you what yua dream guy is like and you reply that he is a little bookish,romantic,he bits you wit flowers and writes you poems,he's goodlooking bt nt in an obvious way,he talks wit yu and isnt intrestd in only wan thng,he doesnt luk at other gurls,he calls each nait and yu can talk fo hours,he likes the same music,food and books,he is perfct and all yo friends are nodding,buyout of the corner a player,he is smokin hawt,he doesnt read,doesnt write poems,cant talk fo hours,doesnt belive in flowers,hates yua favorite food and yu hate how hopelessly in love yu are wit im,hahaha.yu ar nw in so much pain knowing yu gave yua heart to a guy ful of thug passion....going thug is my thing fo if yu cant love learn to flatter thats what juicy j taught me..n i dnt mynd telling yu so...love is like a violin,the music may stop now and then,but strings remain foreva wich i luck..n remembr wan thng anyone can be passionate,but it takes real lovers to be silly.i dont nid to b silly..lets mit to the next level.
Dedication to Tupac Shakur
The life I live,
Is not always positive,
It's repulsive;
I try to eliminate the negative,
But trouble will always be the objective.
God bless the dead;
Sometimes I want to shoot myself in the head,
I rather endure pain instead.
Thug life is what I breathe,
Peace is what I need,
The police wants me to bleed,
Cause I'm the last of a dying breed.
I'm always misunderstood,
But that's okay;
I'm trying to do good,
How can I do that when there's no love in the hood,
Still, I strive to stay alive,
Doing all I could.
As I plan the escape;
For now, I'm trapped living the thug life with hate.
I'm not afraid of jail
I'm not afriad of Hell
Im comfortable at home
As well in a cell
Disregard for every rule
Nickname me cruel
A.K.A. crazy
My rage never gets lazy
Is it obvious I'm so immersed in hatred
I have some sympathy inside me but nowhere permanent to place it
Lets face it
Im a rolling stone
Bad like Michael Jackson(R.I.P.)
Bad to the bone
I think the devil fears me
I know He hears me
Eyes dry like the desert
So I don't get teary
That's probably why ghosts won't come near me
I chase down them zombies
They trudge away in fear but won't get away from me
I'm that evil
Yea that evil
Words cut like a knife
Yes sir my poems cleave you
Law enforcement doesn't deserve respect
Authority assassin
Watch closely as I grasp the FBI by the neck
People get so curious
As to why I'm so furious
Then they start to question about my rage's secret weapen
R.A.G.E. stands for Richard Always Get Even
This is way beyond realization
Beyond believin
I was bred this way
Anger entered my home with intentions to forever stay
It's ok
Because as far as I can remember glee and joy was scarce
A rarity
I used the rest of my happiness so I donated it to charity
As for dyin I'll be content to meet my maker
No love for any being
Girls call me heartbreaker
Guys call me headbreaker
Make them all pay for leaving me
How could this be
Which is worst: Being stranded
Or being abandoned
Maybe I'm just both
In-between
Pure mean
Go to either heaven or hell and do a one-man raid
I'm not afraid
Because I'm a thug, outlaw, infamous
When a push comes to a shove
And ministers still preach and promise love
Never put your piece down put your piece down and hold your peace now thug
Give me my condolences to the hypocrites and bugs
Leopards resonating while chasing Kellogg's
Tripping on scatter rugs
Grandma said boy pull up them draws
Only rich men makeup laws
When a push comes to a shove
And ministers still preach and promise love
Never put your piece down put your piece down and hold your peace now Thug
Wonder if the CIA has me bugged my daddy never gave me a hug
mama where is the love where is the love double dip says man that ain't hit bra
Yo if I'm watching me who's watching you duh
Icy Hot vanilla shakes in a mug
Martial Arts Sweet Tarts drop a dime on me it smarts woo woo oh
When a push comes to a shove
And the ministers still preach and promise love
Caramel apple raisin stallion wonder if being born again really matters
Gave up sin and I joined a gym
What's my name it ain't Village Jim
Life in my stomach just keep on Bubble bubbling
Like a river in a fountain like a beacon on an ocean
When a push comes to a shove
A minister still preach and promise love
Never put your piece down put your piece down and hold your peace now Thug
Violence and violence don't mix
Thyme fo you and your Posse to hit the bricks
Come on J E give me some riffs
This passionate mix makes me sick
Don't want to win or lose all I want is peace and Trues
Caveat Coco man Nissan cruising
All I need is Old Spice on my old man's shirt by Van Husain
Kris Cross wears a cross what you know about Jesus
Been being Spin blend hallelujah amen
When a push comes to a shove
Never put your piece down put your piece down and hold your peace now
Thug
04/08/14
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Arranged music by Jonathan Echtinaw
I live a life of
poverty.
Crucified for the
color of my skin.
Minimum wage
ain't pay ****,
so I resort to a
life of crime...
Victimize all who
become my prey.
I didn't choose
to live life this way,
but society has turn
me into what they
profile me to be...
A menace to society.
I'm a thug raised
in the streets,
where one wrong
move will get you
shot.
Cross me once,
and that's your life
son.
I live by the gun,
and I will die by
one.
Written by: Poet Shi
Thug mama
Thug mama
Watching your man die,
Thug mama
Thug mama
No explanation or reason why.
Thug mama
thug mama
Raising a child from the streets,
Thug mama
Thug mama
Living hard, living fast and it's hard to beat.
Listening to the voices in your head
The sounds of gun shots as people fall dead!
Chasing men like you're chasing a dream,
But what happen, he wasn't what he seems?
Wearing those skirts so short girl
Until you can see everything in the world.
Spending money like crazy
Eating out on someone else and sitting home being lazy.
Don't you realize your time is not yours to keep?
All you want to do is eat, screw and sleep.
Hardly a day you're hungry
Because you out fishing in some man's pocket and shaking him down like a tree!
You are a female pimp equal to the man
That's we men must take a stand
And say,
HELL NO to the thug mamas out there,
And if u don't like it then u can go to HELL!
Analyse this, anuva 8 bar phrase.
Tantalised this bruva, we date our days.
Record the inequality. I'm bored, in poverty..
But that has nothin to do with this mans quality.
In squalor see, in the sense of the material.
Little did i know, knowledge is imperial.
Ya can't learn it in college or catch it like a venereal disease.
Don't ya know I'm totally cereal? This puts my mind at ease!
Seriously, imperiously. I wish ya could see as clearly as me.
Delirious lee. Inferior be, all that you is! jeer at us, see?
Men fear what they don't understand.
My book holds more than 10 commands.
Got them shook, in the palm of my hand.
I can feel a hook, i stand as a man. possessed,
stressed with a lot of confessions.
Think i told ya i have little possessions.
Tryin to leave a lasting impression,
unfortunately has to be done with aggression.
Atleast be heard and teach ya a lesson.
But i'm still a student and its the point I'm stressing.
I been taught this life, is a blessing in disguise.
Am I guessing a surprise or messing wit you guys?
Testing for a prize, nah I'm pressing for demise.
Not of me, but of thee...
establishment, regal.
You already heard that the baddest went evil.
I'll show ya good turned saint cos I'ma do it legal.
Wonder sometimes if my attempts are feeble.
Well, these days that seems feasible.
Its coming to the point of being leavable.
Btw am i being unreasonable?
these people are bugged
I ain't trying to raise my son to be no thug
end up somewhere gasping for air coughing up blood
over some beef in a club
a chick or some drugs
son this world is cold you Better keep your thinking cap snug
be observant when nescesary challenge the grain
exercise your brain and still stay nice with those thangs
to GOD I pray you never have to cock and aim
but some folks don't believe that fire is hot until they're engulfed in flames
analyze life eliminate the bullchit
I been down the road to nowhere son thats a wasted trip
For the love in me, for the the freak in you,
For all the naught things we like to do, I
have no shame, exploring your body is my
favorite game, You are the fire to my flame,
Are love fly like a kite, looking at you is
my favorite sight, Love is like a knot, you
stane it, Love is like a picture, you frame
it, love is like work, you maintain it,
love is like finding something, you claim it.
There was a bully in my young childhood
Who wasn't really interested in brotherhood
Sooner fight than hug
A nasty young thug
Perhaps his meanness was because of his limp wood
i been in shoot outs
almost left for dead
not once did i
scream
i'm a thug
drunk to the bottle was
empty
not once did i scream
i was a thug
smoke to my eyez was half pass
red
still not a trace
now you threw on a durag
and hat heard your latest
rap cd
now look at your face