boy thinks he’s the master of rap
dude cant keep track of how many asses he tap
all he is, is a flirt
he likes anything in a skirt
all the boy listen to is icp
so you know clearly his social life is free
all in the same he’s really smart
belive it or not that fuker has a really big heart
he’s even really sweet
someone i really hope to someday meet
hah i love you best friend
i hope our friendship really never ends
(Dedicated to ICP)
We’re all searching for direction
Upon these paths we roam
While trying to find instructions
That will lead us back to home
I have drifted on the oceans
Where a lot of men have drown
Until I heard the wisdom
Of 2 insane juggalo clowns
They spoke of the atrocities
That we live with everyday
I've heard them speak of the sickness
It seems will never go away
They talk about a lot of things
We've tried to hide in shame
They try to tell each one of us
That inside we’re all the same
They emerged from the inner city
From a place we call the hood
They rose out of the middle
Between life’s bad and good
Described a land called Shangri-La
As a castle in the sky
And a long remembered promise
They made to a butterfly
They told the world they’re wicked
So some won't understand
But everything’s now going
Just exactly as they planned
(Book 2 ©1996 "The Journey Ahead or Behind")
God Bless YOU :-) Peace
I have no need for hugs-
Trees should just be firewood-
I think I'll wear yellow today-
History is only in the past-
Anarchists will surely prosper-
I'm giving up poetry forever-
I'm sorry I loved you so dearly-
I solely stand for the ICP-
What's death? It's nothing!-
My feet are the prettiest in the world-
I've never been loved-
I'm happiest when I'm alone-
Viva Bill Clinton!-
I have no reason for being here-
Notice something wrong? You should!
These are things I'd never say.
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