Best Urbanme Poems
Dear heavenly father
I pray to you now,
submitting myself humbly
with my knees on the
ground……
I know you seen the
times I messed around claiming that I knew
you but threw your
name to the ground, understanding why
you cast upon me
your frown.
I don’t deserve
nothing more, unless
its your anger a
fury of course.
I’ve done so wrong
yet you continue to
let me go on, why
you choose my life
to have such a
hold on.
Show me my purpose
if its good I'll
accept it if it’s
bad I deserve it.
I’m still young and
not very wise I
believe it’s the
reason why I put
on this disguise.
You know which one,
it fights a lot
and plays with guns.
Lord you know how
I can rid of this,
yet you give me freedom
of choice and a bad
decision is what I’m
left with.
Your angels constantly fighting to protect
me, set me free from
this evil and let
my love shine for
thee.
If not than help me proceed to things that
are right and not
wrongfully, to help
me make a decision
willingly and not
end up beat up and
battered spiritually.
I try to pray out
loud lord you know,
but my feelings are
at there utmost when
I write to you
through the Holy Ghost.
Lord hear my cries
and have mercy, let
me drink from the
spiritual cup, please
I'M SO THIRSTY!!!
I'm the livest survivalest
Some say I did it to death.
I feel like I'm taking my first breaths,
on this blessed quest.
Down south it's heating up.
Fire is burning.
With this knowledge I'm striving so much hire.
Prepared to earn more than ten armies require.
I'm the flyest, wildest, livest, survivalest.
Several times the devil tried to buy this.
He might as well call it quits.
This country boy aint selling it.
The ladder of hope.
I could float to the top,
Alone on these tears of promise.
Forget Osama and Obama,
we don't need no more drama.
Slinging these stones,
if definitely crippling,
its got me questioning
everything...
From all lifes lessons
Good, better, bestest
Every piece is the one
that will carry me the restest.
Far from settling.
Even when I'm at the top
I will continue my quest
for a higher notch
Between now and then
forward progress will never stop.
not till I take that
six foot drop
Persistently, persuing, perfection.
Never let it rest,
Till your good is better,
and your better is your bestest.
I'm the flyest, wildest, livest, survivalest
several times the devil tried to buy this
he might as well call it quits
cause I'm not selling it.
Enjoying the little things in life.
Always thankful for what I've got.
Never worried bout what's not
when he calls I'll be in the perfect spot.
Always's grateful, but my searching hasn't quite stopped.
Hurrying, but not rushing.
Rung after rung...
Mind racing, steadily pacing, my way,
rung after rung...
Feet shuffling, honestly hustling, positively bustling,
from time to time,
Shucking and jiving, persistently striving, and climbing my way
back to the top.
Rung after rung, rung after rung...
I have finally realized it’s time to let go
Took me to loose a friend to realize what I already know
I’ve apologized for my actions to you with no avail
Which leaves me to do what I do best which is to bail
Kicking my own butt once again for letting you go
Wish I would have just stayed still and waited you know
But I can’t continue to dwell on the past
Or that thing I thought I had, but couldn’t make it last
Funny how we realize our flaws when it’s much too late
I really fell hard just realized it a little to late
You have always been what you said u were honest & true
I just had no idea what I was dealing with in you
See when you loose trust for people that rule applies to them all
I just really had no idea, it was too late to call
My actions were not to my pleasing but it’s still no reason
Can’t expect you to march to the beat of my drum
Especially when instead of marching I run
Funny how we fear our own heart
Well at least for me that’s where it starts
Let a person get in close I wouldn’t Dare
Until we start to work with that emotion called care
Too busy moving forward but still looking back
Kind of threw everything I had going on off track
Yes, I have been broken but it’s time to move on
Hate that I had to clam up though and do you wrong
Why do I feel like I’m still singing the same old Song
Must be a hint to change the tune…. Yea I know that’s what I need to do
I just had to say something to you though… Even if was only those 2 words to you
Facedown on the carpet I just knew that I would die,
the red obscures my vision as the blood dripped in
my eye,
I never saw it coming, tell me, how could I have
slipped? But let me back it up a bit and tell you bout
my trip.
My mother was the type who gave me food but fed
me lies, the woman gave me life October 5th of '85,
while growing up I always knew that something was
amiss, my 16th birthday's when I found out true lies
do exist.
October 2K1 my goodness, it was such a time, I
lived my life the 'seat of pants' way, out there runnin
wild,
my b-day gift from Uncle Sal which I was blown
away, a nickel plated 22 he called a 'throw away'.
Mom Dukes was straight addicted to a lithany of
drugs, my father died absorbing quite a lithany of
slugs,
I thirsted for the streets and no amount of love could
quench, to now possess a firearm, it all now
seemed a cinch.
I had some people over to the crib to celebrate, my
little cuzzo Pop and plus my homies Rell and Nate,
we had the PS2 because that Madden game was
heat, you know how things occur sometimes when
you expect it least?
It seems that day my mother really snorted up some
blow, she had assorted stains of snow which
showed around her nose,
when Moms got high the sky could fall and she just
wouldn't know, she also had a case of real loose
lips because of coke.
Now everyone was chillin, plenty happy times for all,
then Moms approached my Uncle Sal, the rising of
my fall,
she then just spoke out loud enough for everyone to
hear, 'Why don't you claim your son right now while
everyone is here? !
The music stopped and pinheads dropped I'm
thinkin who the F? Now cheery Sal with teary smile
embraced me to his chest,
'I'm sorry it was done this way but yes there's
sumthin true, I have 2 sons see Pop is 1, the other 1
is you'
I fainted, dropped my brew and don't know what I'm
gonna do.......
To Be Continued......
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
In the funky train,
All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff;
As the crumpled greenback hand-out cough,
The law has nothing to handcuff,
Maneuvering on the sloppy storey hill
A frantic dance of dead-drunk crazy masquerade;
Man-handling the dare-devil by weary drenched soaked in
talisman man,
Springs from a ream hole in the floor
Hand-shuffling on long iron pole gear,
Wrestling with reckless white knuckles of steering wheel;
A nipple for torch-light knob looking tough headlamps,
A bare-face speedometer, a mare decor;
Rear is bare, except fanning out putrid fart in
defecating vulva;
And a pumping brake failure refused to catch,
Disaster looms down a glitch away,
Marijuana induced braggarts, bang at the battered dent
body;
All acted in the climatic anti-climax role in the tragic
play,
As horn and side mirrors, villains make do,
Ghastly farewell garland to stranded passengers on
departure;
Welcome to hellish shore of grimacing dismember carcasses,
From the extinct scratched my backside please dense
Bolekaja view,
Stigmatized masses muck arranged tight,
File in wooden slavery mule;
And the pompous promise land looks a light years away,
Now on the garish cold rusted cut steel,
Buttocks crammed on planks for seats;
Knees folded to gangrene stroke roost,
Pillaged and pilloried, rasped and gasped for a slice bread
of life,
Staled sweats seeped and poured decayed stench on forms;
***** squeezed queued on narrow alley,
Romancing buttocks swell sips to bursting through;
And the lushing rhythmic beating drum
Re-enters lock and brake,
Dilepa dilepa dilepa duro nube o!
Omokunrin kan ti daran nube o!
Ofowo kanmi loyan me solo!
ofowo kanmi nidi me solo!
Toku toku lona nkan boyi o!
Komo ipe kolokolo lahere wa!
What happened to us? Did it just take one night?
How does a beautiful friendship turn into mistrust and fights?
Everyone was against us. Did our love make us blind?
We seemed to be winning the race, and now we're so far behind.
I love you. I love you! Me and you, It's my life.
If money didn't matter, I would make you my wife.
Nothing makes me happier then to see a smile on your face.
I love your style, your car, your taste, and your place.
It's home to me, baby. You invited me into your world.
My angel, my treasure, my dream, and my girl.
The one I held close at night and hung out with all day.
The one I fought for her rights, the one who took my breath away.
We've had our ups, we've had our downs, and if this you happen to read,
I want you to know that I love you. Lea, it's you that I need!
Today I saw a little sheep, waiting by the gate
Maybe it had gone astray through some mishap of fate
But strangely it did not appear to want to go away
Perhaps it was the same sheep that I saw there yesterday
If I go out it follows me wherever I might go
It stays a way behind me, but always remains in tow
I don't know what its motives are or what compels the beast
Nor from where it first emerged, from what mad farm released.
At the supermarket checkout, by the door I see it wait
As the cashier quietly asks me 'Is that your sheep out there, mate?'
I deny the sheep is with me, but the sheep gives that a lie
When it turns to follow dog-like, as I sheepishly walk by.
I don't know what I ought to do, I doubt that the police
Will care much for a stalker who has four legs and a fleece
But still it is quite sinister; I feel some kind of threat
But what it is, I don't know, for it hasn't done it yet!
Penny for your ino-'cents'
Lure you to the dark side
Take a wiff off ecstasy
While I hook you like a kipper
I sell it easy, Sweetness,
You will not know you're buying
Until you're sitting in my palm
A-begging for some more
Look me in the eye, FreshMeat
Swear to me you're had enough
And I will laugh, pure mockery
Your words aren't worth a damn thing when actions scream out their consent
Your mind is like my instrument
I'll play until the strings snap clean
You say "no", but it says "go"
You scream "Stop, don't" it cries "DON'T STOP!"
You seem upset and ragged, down
Let me remind you how I won..
You took the rope... you bound your limbs
Said, "Just one hit? Won't hurt a bit."
Hurt much?
hurt much.....
..........hurtmuch
Oh, I bet it do
This northern city with headlights-eyes
Has buried me in its cold and gloom;
You'll see this place in a dreadful guise
And once sweet home will seem a tomb
Once you're aware there's no way out,
Once dreams of youth say goodbye and grin.
It goes farther and makes me doubt
In all the things I have ever seen.
Its blood has turned into ice and snow -
It's endless winter in every heart.
The winds of grief never cease to blow,
The art of grief is the greatest art.
And once in this cradle of dirt and despair
A wandering stranger demanded my mind.
He asked me about this damned northern air
I'd better not breathe - I would leave it behind.
He said: "I'm in love with this misery, miss.
Destruction is right what we need to create.
True art is in grief, I've been dreaming of this.
My yesterday's fortune's tomorrow's fate.
I know all secrets my destiny knows,
So this boring dwelling won't be a surprise".
I thought: "He's my twin, and it clearly shows".
That evening he opened my widely shut eyes.
A perfect stranger has built a wall
To be a shield from this gloom and lies,
From endless rains of this city's gall
That falls on me from the shattered skies.
The wave of feelings can warm the days
Of dull existence in Bitterland
And melt the ice in this rotten place,
In every heart that it's due to mend.
This northern city with headlights-eyes
Has turned us down in its nasty voice
And... brought together. We've paid the price
Of fate to fortune. We've made the choice.
Pain is not love’s enemy
As I’ve constant-ly believed
They’re brothers. They’re, Fratelli
Where one resides, the other strives
Oh, what a dream it was to think,
That our ol’ cruise ship will not sink
The pretty clouds I floated on
Were laced with pins and things so sharp
Sharp enough to pierce the dream, that it could be reality
How was I to know you weren’t, that angel you professed to be?
How was I to stop myself, you were my pre-cise ecstasy?
My lesson’s learnt, now, Casanova.
Thought-that you-could turn me over?
Oh no.
No, no no.
You fooled me once so shame on you
Your beauty was an ugly thing
A snare produced for fools like me
And, those eyes...
Mmmm... that voice.
If honey could speak, you’d be it. Hands down
Sweet, sultry serenade,
Fairest features ever made.
You were such a masterpiece.
A Monet, if you please
Master of disguise, oh yes
I should commend your flawless lies,
They had me twisted round your pinky
Glad that I now know you baby.
Read your book from, ah back to front.
Next time that-I see your face, I’ll see the snarling, stalking thing
The thing that led me down this lane.
The thing that tuned my love to pain
Busy square around me sucking me inside
Keeping me from seeing what's on the outside
Building shell surrounds me squared off like a hide
Standing on a corner; a square; a block; that's wide
Quilted district patterns are mapped across the land
while larger squares protruding shows zoning had a hand
Suburbs of the city squaring boundaries they have spanned
When all that's left are gullies squared by nature that are fanned.
YESTERDAY MY D-TOX HAD BEGUN
SO FAR IVE MADE IT THRU DAY 1
I FORGAVE MESELF N I BLAME NO ONE ELSE
BUT NOW I GOTA DO 4 SELF
KEEP WORKN ON MY HEALTH
SO FAR EVERYDAY I GOTA ADD AN INCH 2 TIGHTING MY BELT
I UNDERSTAND THIS IS ANOTHER TRIBULATION THE LORD HAS DELT
I OVER DID IT WITH MY FEELINGS I FELT
IM SORRY I DRAGD U THRU MY HELL
THO TIME WILL SOON TELL
I SHALL RISE FROM WHERE I FELL
IM SORRY HEART BUT UR NO HELP TO ME NOW
MY MIND IS NOW ON POINT IN THIS NU RUN
SO MANY THINGS IVE BEGUN
NOW I GOTA GET EM DONE
U SWEAR I WAS ON ANOTHER ONE
BUT IM SLOWLY BREAKING TIES
SOON ALSO IT WILL BE TIME 2 TELL MARYJANE GOODBYE
I GOT 2 IF I WANA ACCOMPLISH MY GOALS I HAVE IN MIND
SO I ASK ALL YOU PLEASE HELP ME TRY
EVERYDAY IM BECOMING A DIFFERENT GUY
CAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE THE SAME I WONT LIE
IM TIRED OF HOW I LIVE MY LIFE
I KNOW IM GREATER THAN ME
IVE SEEN THE MAN WHO IM MEANT BE ONCE BEFORE
NOW IM SEARCHING FOR HIM AT EVERY DOOR
I HOPE I FIND HIM SOON
CAUSE RIGHT NOW IM STILL KINDA LOST ON WUT 2 DO
IM ON THE RIGHT TRACK
IM JUS TRYN FIGURE OUT WHR 2 GO
CAUSE I CAN SEE INTERSECTIONS COMN UP ON MY PATH
N I DNT WONT 2 MAKE A WRONG TURN THAT’LL SET ME BACK
LORD HELP ME OUT
THAT’S ALL THIS SINNER CAN ASK
N I’LL DO WUTEVER I HAVE 2 DO
N THAT VISION OF A SETTLE N STABLE ME
BEST BELIEVE IM COMIN AFTER YOU
....PEACE.
-bkmjr 2011-
Dear Lord,
Forgive me of evil deeds;
You can be done with me.
I’m a lost soul;
I have a heart that’s black and cold.
I know I won’t live to be old;
That’s what I feel and what I’ve been told.
They say you never know what the future holds,
But I just want to go away,
If you may, you can take me today.
I know you know I don’t believe in what I say,
Its just anger and pain that never goes away;
That’s my inspiration that guides me on my way.
Father I try the best I can to be a good man;
Though sometimes, I feel like I just don’t give a damn.
And I’m sorry for every time I took the devils hand.
I’m just a simple creation a victim of temptation,
But for real it’s a test of my will,
And there’s a lot to improve on still.
I keep on going;
My is mind clear and open to the unknowing.
What are you trying to show me?
Because you know me I get distracted easily;
But I’m still alive don’t know why you let me survive,
Though I do and don’t want to die.
I don’t know what I’m saying my mind’s so twisted,
People keep telling me I’m so gifted,
But nothing I do or they say can, can seem to get me lifted.
I feel so low feeling like I’m stuck in the same hole,
But I keep my head up and get up and go,
Because whatever I felt yesterday that’s where that feeling stays,
And I appreciate that you make feel anew everyday.
Father I’m ready for a change because I cant keep living the same,
And it’s so true,
Breaking old habits is hard to do.
So I’m sorry for my actions that disrespect you;
You know truly who and how I am.
Please forgive me father for being a troubled young man,
I am trying the best I can.
Amen.
-bkmjr 2011-
as i roam my city streets i hear gunshots rein
i see junkies in search of crack it's an everyday thang.
standing on the corner begging for change at the store
chasin the first high they had once before.
gangbangers keep the hood hot with the foolishness they bring
most can't take the heat so to the feds they sing.
don't do the crime if you can't do the time
this is my report from these streets of mine.
from my eyes to the paper from the paper to the screen
this is my report of what i have seen.
police ride constantly through the hood in search of crooks
i guess i fit the description so at me they look.
harass me for no reason so they must let me go
should i act a fool this time i say no.
though i deal with problems of all sorts
i stuck to the topic which was my hood report.