I
Am
Daisy
A wildflower
Grown
In the eyes of a child
Written on the wing
In the bin
Bustin out
The words of a $in
You put me on the wall
Scratched a war
Violation upon my soul
Let me get something straight
Gangsters fear
The Peel
In Lost boys
Marginalised
Barefoot
Bleeding
Criminalised
Walking Broken bottled lies
Where the bible
Bares The Truth
At the gate
Gossip cuts the tongue
And it's okay
I've got yer
My Valentine
Doctor Mammers
Gonna sing you
A diamond birds song
Walking the chain felony
On the other side
Keeping it alive
Walking the chain melody
On the other side
I got nothing more to give
Nothing more to hide
No more
No
No more
I got nothing more to give
Nothing more to hide
So
Let me get something straight
Gangsters fear
The peel
In the Lost boys
Marginalised
Barefoot
Bleeding
Criminalised
Walking broken bottlesd lies
Where the Bible
Bares the Truth
At the gate
Gossip cuts the tongue
And it's okay
I've got yer
My Valentine
Doctor Mammers
Gonna sing
You a diamond birds song
Categories:
bustin, anti bullying, change, child,
Form: Rhyme
Baby has a new Jasey that's navy blue
N-we're gonna dance in our neon shoes
Yea we have to shake it go amp up the tunes
Baby has a new Jasey that's navy blue
We got it alright shuffle and sway
in flashin lights the latest move's rave
Glide is on time Bendin a frame
about to get tight our own cabaret.
The whole place is quakin scraping a hoof
We're takin it up raising the roof
Cuttin some shapes Bustin-m- Loose
Baby has a new Jasey that's navy blue.
Categories:
bustin, dance, fashion,
Form: Rhyme
Just another day uphill,
when your bustin the rock.
A trusty beast of burden,
thirty years nonstop.
Eight hours each day,
we work on the clock.
Start on the bottom,
may reach the top.
Just another day uphill,
when your bustin the rock.
Categories:
bustin, dedication,
Form: Rhyme
Smack talking, crack walking track knocking
Pyro setting
Drama getting
Sun setting
Down by the docks
Flocks of Hawks
Dance on rocks
Crazy, snazzy bustin locks
Boats shakin
Waves breakin
Bodies quakin
Another summer makin
Beach nights
Hot rights
Drunken fights
Lost sights
Neon tights
Ocean and sand
Water and land
Patios and band
Drinks in hand
It's 1988
We stay out too late
Party? Can't wait
Leather and pastels
Flock of Seagulls
Haispray and gels
Midnight Ssshhhh don't tell
Time to go
Don't say no
Time goes on
They'll know we are gone
Curfews and rules
Churches and schools
Hurry get home. Try.
We had a ride back. Who was that guy?
We will be caught. Grounded. Must lie.
We made it. There's still 26 days left of July.
Categories:
bustin, growing up,
Form: Chant Royal
Cowboy Ray here...
I am a bronco bustin lover
Sunday meeting goin to see my girl Darla
Hankerin fer a cold can of beans to be eatin
So I git off my horse
As I arrived on coarse
Met up with the stagecoach
hankering for a brawling
Saddle bag in my hand
Even I have been brand
Watch ya self partner
Wait a minute
git T up horsey
hankering for a brawling
Over yonder
That fellow’s messin around wit my darling
So mad I could have been spittin on the floor
Pisstle whip that man fer..
Trying to romance my darling
hankering for a brawling
Pull the triggle
Shoot his finger
Guess I have ta saddle up and mosey on over
To the sheriff
Everybody dun saddled up for the county ho down
What???
Somebody hankering for a brawling
Trying to romance my little Darla darling
hankering for a brawling
Hee haw……….
Categories:
bustin, anxiety, character, hilarious,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
first the sun rose,
bustin up the cuddle coma.
she rose. I rose.
heads a-stuffed with snuggle soma.
on a quiet tuesday morning treetops rose,
golden into the sun.
and she told a story
about a rose.
that rose you felt
she said: yesterday,
when you felt that rose,
fingers parting petals gently
probing through luscious
layers of enviable softness
down to the secret center
of the flower.
yea, even unto that stiff
little stamen.
and out again,
dusty with pollen,
messy with the scent of a rose.
I was that flower.
That’s what she said.
Categories:
bustin, flower, sexy,
Form: Free verse
It was a beautiful Sunday...
instead of working...we made it a fun day.
We hardly get to spend time together...
so we cherish it...no matter the weather.
We smiled as we sang our favorite song...
as we happily went driven along...
you turned to me and gave me your silly grin...
just then the car in front of us began to spin.
It happened so fast...I don't know where to begin.
Tires were squealing...there was bustin glass...
my life flashed before me...I remember last...
thinking this just can't be true...
just then I turned and looked at you...
your eyes were closed and you didn't move.
I screamed " there's no me if there isn't you!"
I didn't know what else to do.
So I grabbed your hand and I held on tight...
firemen cut my door off and then said " alright."
But I wouldn't go without a fight...
asking..." Tell me...will he be alright?"
I no longer knew if it was day or night...
they answered " We are sorry...he has passed away."
There were no longer any words to say...
As time stood still.
Categories:
bustin, death of a friend,
Form: I do not know?
Best for last
Lizard lips
Blizzard tips
Cow pies
Cannon fodder
Tobacco breath
Primitive Quest
Papilloma’s daughter
Whale droppings
Frantic knocking
Eutectic solder
**** eyes
Flabby thighs
Don’t bother
Petal pink
Purple ink
Sugar water
Melon slice
Sticky rice
Bubbly juice
Fruit tree
Pretty feet
Bustin loose
Air guitar
Morning star
Spruce goose
Genius type
No hype
Sweet night
Categories:
bustin, allusion, humorous, wisdom,
Form: List
Dear Flow God's
I need a soul charge
Something that's super hard
Turn flames into bars
And leaves *****chard
Amen
Are you with me?
Test, test
This ain't no test
Its extreme stress
Created on my brain
From minimal rest
So bow down
You're in the presences of the best
Were you from?
Nowhere *****,
I don't even exist
But nice guess
I only come with tight ass *****
Nothing less
And you just walked into
The Red-zone without your vest
Now this lyrical lead
Gonna rip you to shreds
And turn your head to mist
When this *****hits
Your brain... OWE...nice catch
But he didn't know it
As soon as this lyric connected
His head exploded
Bustin 50 cal. lyrics
I've been quoted
And voted the creepiest writer
With the hottest fire
To spit this *****you so badly desire
I'm a live wire
With the motives to conspire
Injuries on my enemies
Call me a liar
Categories:
bustin, fire, rap,
Form: Lyric
Rough, Electrical
Danger, High Voltage
Ridin' Ridin'
No' Bad
Police Squads Angel Squads, No Way Angel Pushbike
Come
Terrorism Squads at Large
Youth-Bustin' the Day
Saviour at Large
Sportsin'
Tough
Wondrous
Protection of the innocent
Heroes of Van Terrible
Dedicated to the vision of all the youth that have victory in sight and want to do good.
Categories:
bustin, happiness, history, angel, angel,
Form: Ballade
At times this life is like a Horror story
Tryin to prevent gettin sent to the morguetory
Livin in a spot that's cursed
Gettin popped like a clerk
If you stop to converse
On a block not your turf
This is not just a verse
Even cops must disperse
If there caught bustin perps
They'll be shot up at work
Is this game really worth
All the pain & the hurt
it's a shame all the dirt
Cant be tamed or reversed
There's so much more to
Gain from this earth
We came for the perks
Then made insane from what lurks
In the shadows
Showin us the bad roads
Turnin us into sad folks
we followed every word satin has spoke
Forgettin that we ever had hopes
But now were down to our last rope
Trying to climb out with our backs broke
Havin trouble to maintain
Through the struggles & strain
As this bubbles on my brain
These scuffles leave me drained
Categories:
bustin, art, death,
Form: Rhyme
Hell Yeah-Hip Hop rose up bustin the scene in 85’
Hell Yeah-All fun clear rhymes and rap attacks no stabbin backs
Hell Yeah-But then things changed got re-arranged with gangsta rap
Hell Yeah-Rhymes misogynistic but still linguistic with twisted lines
Hell Yeah-Things took a deadly turn in 96’
Hell Yeah-Pac passed leavin hip hop in disarray
Hell Yeah-Big Poppa died his Mama cries til’ this day
Hell Yeah-Jay-Z came up changin hip hop eva since
Hell Yeah-Hip hop more pop but still a drop of gangsta rap
Hell Yeah-Where will she go with sweeter flows nobody knows
Categories:
bustin, black african american, music,
Form: I do not know?
A whole lot of speed
on an open road
you're travelin'
Constantly tickin' down
to only givin' you away.
There is no making
U-turns
nor bustin any lefts
to make a break
It's killin' you
this road trip.
But turnin' right
is now too late.
So you speed on down
this roadway
In the only direction
left to drive.
I told you
it won't come easy
goin' down that
passing lane.
You didn't want to
believe me when I said
You needed to
slow down and appreciate.
So, I guess it's true-
Life's not fair-
And it's not fair
that I can't help you!
I can't take your hands
from off that wheel!
Categories:
bustin, life,
Form: Free verse
Don't cry mama
Things will get better
I know you're tired
Hoping your life will expire
But I'll try harder
For you For us For me.
Please don't cry mama
Trouble won't last always
Yeah we struggle and tuggle the rope from
Low class to middle class
But I'll keep bustin my ass
For you For us For me.
Mama stop crying let go and let God
It doesn't matter how many times we've had
Corn on the Cob as long as we eat
I mean it beats... Nothing
But I know one thing
I'll do anything
For you For us For me.
Just wait Mama you'll see.
Categories:
bustin, mother, cry,
Form: I do not know?
watch them run, watch them flee
bustin down the doors in pairs of three
a drug dealers nightmare has now come true
who gave the answer, who gave the clue
for ones secrets have escaped from the dark
which is the friend, which is the nark
Categories:
bustin, confusion, faith, friendship, drug,
Form: I do not know?
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