Gangsta Poems - Poems about Gangsta

(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...

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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...

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\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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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“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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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? 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...

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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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