I was sitting on a three legged stool
Somwhere in the middle of ninteen seventy
nine.
Milking, by hand,a cow in the byre
When I heard, Gangsters ,
A song by the Bristish Ska band,
The Specials
On the transistor radio.
And it's like when you fall in love
Or when you recieve an unexpected gift.
Music is the gift that,
Keeps on giving.
Im forever falling in love
Over and over again.
There used to be a time I can still remember when
but times have changed they're not the same
we have to roll the rock turn back the clock
things are going wrong something's gone astray
the streets are yours and mine
let's make them safe for kids to play
the good old days do you still remember then
those days are gone time's moved on
we have to stop the sands rewind the hands
things are going downhill something's not quite right
the streets are ours mine and yours
let's make it safe to walk at night
mobsters pranksters jokers gangsters
losers one and all
dopers no-hopers gangbangers too
they're the ones should take the fall
now to be heard we need action not words
let's stand up on our own two feet
and take back the streets
Bite taken out of the negative fight
Darkness into the marvelous light
Being tough was reversed in out
Replaced with everyday spiritual while moving about
Spiritual Gangs are now spiritual brothers
Inspiring words
All spiritual being heard
The motto, “Spiritual Brothers Outtake. Surround and be found. Give thanks and let praise be the sound”
Spiritual gangs with a word for you
Are you ready to pursue?
Men Of Faith
Going the length
There days were rough and tough
The spiritual brothers finally said enough
A new aim
Heaven’s target
Bulls eye on the mark
We are the Ready Set Go Gangsters
On the move with a message to prove
Goodness in heart with appreciation on high
The reason they have an eye on Thy
From beginning to end
No pretend
Spiritual Gangsters all the way
Praises up
Bonnie Parker was obsessed with fame.
She finally got it in the end, when her body was shown to the public.
Riddled with bullets.
I doubt that is what she was hoping for.
Clyde Barrow had kept them out of trouble for years
Thanks to his keen sixth sense, of where to go, and when to go.
His body was right there alongside the love of his life.
I imagine he had no idea his body would be displayed like that.
They were public enemies one and two for a while.
Their crime scenes were stair steps to each other.
Increasingly dangerous robberies occurred, as their confidence grew.
The public was totally infatuated with the robber lovers.
Perhaps this is why the G-men displayed their bodies for all to see.
Hoping to dissuade the next potential Bonnie and Clyde.
To this day there are books and movies written about them.
The public has a pathological fascination for this kind of thing.
No idea why.
Unique perspective and troublesome times
Underworld the world of crimes
Spinning heads and meaningless cyclone
One throne and King DON
Dark darker darkest night falls
Shivering weekend and daylight calls
Victor The King has balls
Infinite property and furious stalls
Chosen victims and assault guns
Forbidden sins one hundred runs.
Note. illegal riot kiss and dismiss.
Lesson. Law is to lessen crime and Police is to Preserve crime.
Morale.For a thousand years Narcissus has been lamenting its blindness,
With Great difficulty the one with true vision is born in the garden,
Where is that one?
Ye agencyan ye adaray currency valon ki Ghulam
Sir jhuka kar pochti hain kya hai kam?
18 murders in 24 hours
in Chicago, May 31
Another day of anarchy
Another day of fun
Police exhausted
Stretched too thin
Wear them out
Gangsters win
Now they're working
12-hour shifts
With no days off
What a gift --
To the shooters
Who lick their lips
Make their plans
~ City's fabric to rip
BFN JHD gangster or celebrity
Side of the ride Having fun
Q the smoking Tommy gun
Slick suits and boots wide brimmed hats
Banks go down around these cats
No fear of law no fear at all
Do what they want until they fall
did they all go out in a blaze of glory
Or was there end a different story
Dodging bullets dogging feds
Mega bucks upon there heads
Were they greedy were they lazy
Born to steal or just plan crazy
The Windy City not so pretty
Shootings beatings tough and gritty
live life fast and pay the price
were they naughty were they nice
no remorse and no regret
happy with the end they met
always there for us to see
Their written into history
GANGSTERS PARADISE
South Africa has a high rate of crime, anything is probable,
Keeping out determined criminals is impossible!
This is the house that my parents built 40 years ago that we
We live in,
This is the house that we built a palisade fence around that
We live in,
This is the electric fence on top of the palisade fence of the house
That we live in,
This is the remote to get into the property of the house
That we live in
This is the security gate in front of the door of the house that
We live in
This is the thick wooden door with two dead locks in the house
That we live in
When it gets dark, we activate our CCTV 16 camera system in the
House, that we live in.
Finally when we go to bed, we lock two inside security gates, cutting off the
Sleeping area, from the rest of the house that we live in.
Many South Africans have emigrated
To Australia, America, New Zealand,
Japan, Europe and even Thailand
Only then, to have to face a terrorist attack,
Tsunamis, Earthquakes, or a stab in the back!
This is a rap for all yo' gangsters,
Who wish to learn how to prevent cancer
If you see a complete change in mole,
Don't think it's all for a LOL
If you have some lumps and bumps,
Don't take it as a result of stress from that ol' Donald Trumps
If you are receiving alot of pain,
Font just ignore it and throw your life down the drain
Italian boys go through a mafia stage.
Idolizing old gangsters and their lead-ripping ways.
Dreaming in blood money, wearing a pair of snake eyes.
Diamond-studded vixens flashing pearl-glazed thighs.
Scar faces -speak easy whisky- drowning out the sun.
Nights vibrating with the chatter of dancing Tommy guns.
One step behind the reaper, one ahead of the cherries.
Beneath marble tombstones, a code of honor is buried.
but
Italian boys soon realize they haven't got the balls.
To live life on a knife edge, go toe to toe with the law.
I was no different and settled into a cage of mundane
a nine-to-five carousel where all Italian stallions are chained.
As Valentine Day is upon us now
Sending a message to our loves
Like chocolate and flowers
With pictures of white doves
Think back to 1929
And of The North Side Gang...men who
Got a different type of message
And it wasn't I Love You
It was on the North Side
Al Capone's gang took down nine
They massacred these gangsters
They crossed the prohibition line
Five years before they also
Killed the gangs leader in his shop
His front was selling flowers
Hey, it's Chicago....where's a cop?
Now eighty five years later
The gangsters aren't as bold
But, on Valentines they're still there
Running Chicago in the cold
With prices for fresh roses
Through the roof....you know the powers
Are run like gangsters years before
By the people selling FLOWERS.
They act hard but internet gangsters aren't as tough as they seem though
You claim you Gamble with your life, but you've never even been to a casino
You're throwing up gang signs, not knowing what they mean
Then they wonder why they don't make it out of their teens
Seeing them doing the crip walk thinking it's just a regular dance move
But you don't wear your pants blue
You never held a gun, let alone pulled a trigger
Neither have I, but I don't brag about these things when I'm full of liquor
These fools love bragging about what they didn't do
You think you're a big man but we all see the Kid in you
Please stop acting like you're packing fam
You still cry when an arm falls off your action man
You're never seen out but Act like you're everywhere
Online you think you're Stormzy, in real life you're a Teddy bear
You act like you don't care, but we know you've got heavy fears
You're not 50 Cent so please stop trying to act like it
Jokes hold a lot of truth, so I had to write this
Slum gangsters
I'll wash my hands
In your blood
Dare i catch you selling
Alcohol to children
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.