Gangsta Poems

Gangsta r

(Thinks) I Float like a Butterfly and sting like a tazer.
Mouth of the South, but my lips don't say (intelligent) 
words
Like Muhammad Alley Bin drive by shooting
Bin Laden with
delusions of g,
Being a lefty, I blame it on Putin, 
or White Supremacy
Black on Black murders by cops pickin' on me

Pulling over a Black man jus fo

Gangsta Cat

Gangsta cat was a trigger ready guy
He would do whatever to make men cry
When they reached him they gave a sigh
Wondered if it would be the day they’d die

Gangsta In Disguise

\Written By:  D. Collins 7/26/23


I'm going to tell all you people about a person I know.
A woman down for whatever way the party flows.
Sporting a beautiful smile, while fully locked and loaded.
Waiting for the time to have them fully exploded.



Then, there are times when she is so professional.
Or, play the Catholic priest at the

Down Tha Drain

Down the drain...In the words of Lary Love:


Those Rico acts got em not wanting to be gangsta no more,

Last words he heard as a free man was "get down on the floor!!"

He suppose to get a pass because he did some charity work??, 

But just last week he had his chopper out in the streets

Gangsta Rap Gone Awry

Gangsta rap gone awry
Critics and fans ask why?
Artist say it's an open market
Parent's say they're young, and the target

Rappers write for the buck
Teens listen and buy for their luck
Rap music was once focused towards blacks
Now that it's multicultural, watch your back

Rappers on the west coast and east coast
It's about who's turn it's to boast
Purpose of

My Gangsta Attitude

I can slide ,glide, and ride, and be so sexy
I can hypnotize,mesmerize,and be mighty hexy
I'm smooth to the grove with my spontaneous moves
I got style and class
and know how to dance in my magic shoes
I got nothing  to prove 
and nothing to loose
in what life I choose
I can be bold 
and I can be

Teeny Bopper Gangsta Pop Lyrics

Oom, bumba bumba bumba
Oom, bumba boo
Shoot the police and
Shooby dooby doo.

Oom, bumba bumba bumba
Oom, wumba woo
Shoot out on 42nd
Doo wacka doo.

Gangsta

Im Saven my freestyle rhymes so I got da proof n soon I'll be raising da mothaen roof, feeling bullet proof..with all my skills shining through..my competitors ain't know what to do.. when I grab da Mike ..they know they through... Spitting dope rhymes til they getting high from da dope fumes rising from my

The Dilettante Diaries: Goin' Gangsta On the Road To the Lotus Eaters At Loon Junction

“Pictures could not be accessories to the story – evidence – they had to contain the story within the frame; the best picture contained a whole war within one frame”. Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters

“There is a widespread belief – one with no historical or grammatical foundation -  that it is an error to

Christian Gangsta Rap

This whole world is filled with lust and sin

There's not many who trust in Him

When we talk about Christianity they just give us a grin

Like we stupid or something or we filled with gin

Being a Christian may not be a life of fun

But we know that the God we worship is the true One

Those people

Gangsta Rap Poetry

I'm just having fun, but no doubt someone will take this serious
I'm about to take you on a lyrical experience
I'm having fun with words, like when a baby first starts reading books
Saying I'm good at rhyming, Is like saying Mike Tyson packs a decent punch
I best mention the Kardashians other wise you'll have trouble keeping

Gangsta To the Grave

Written By:  D. Collins 12/13/16


Many Ganstas have plenty of love to give.
They just chose another path to live.
The love they dish out is so often tough.
Because the life they lived was rugged and rough.

They raise sons and daughters better than the next.
Some of the greatest fathers you’ve ever met.
They teach hygiene and value of

Wannabe Gangsta

?

There was a young man in the car, . the wannabe Gangsta by far
Born, West Indies, Barbados, now stop, with his Marley type style, dread locks
Gold teeth, shootah talk and striped socks but he was born near our local shops

With his Dude and his Rasta and Dredds and the talk that talked, man you hiss

The Gangsta

His family had
no idea
what it was he
was doing every
night
his mother 
stayed up late 
watching the 
clock
but he was 
on the block
and his glock 
he’d cock
and wait
for fresh 
bait
and on his flesh
a tattoo
of his soul mate
and one day
the Lord he found
and decided
to exit the game
and they took 
his life
and no one 
ever knew 
his real name

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