Long Copping Poems

Colin is a cabby with a proper taxi cab
He drives for all the passengers an Uber didn’t grab
Which means he has a lot of time to kill most every day
And lots of evil folk to...

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It always starts off the same way. 
You pretend to be nice to me,
That maybe some day we can see, 
eye to eye.
Right now you can't let me see,
The good in you.
You seem like a...

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"KENSINGTON" 
Written By: Billy Malloy
 I choose the path of the lonely, bitter and obsolete, I picked up survival techniques to make ends meet, I learned life lessons from emotions of death being beat, in...

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Unaffordable, yet valiant speeding, 
tailgating, and zooming Pep Boys, I cannot dodge. 

Yours truly grief stricken
(sob... sob... sob)...
wheely hard to bear
this anticipatory anxiety
riddled joker impossible
mission thwarting despair

death knell tolled (told),
woebegone news, I did fear
hears stunned...

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Rap like Rabbit battle Rap

21/05/2018

Livin by the beach and baby life’s good
Not stuck in a rut or in a crummy hood
I’m writing tight rhymes like you know you should
Or like you thought you would
No like...

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 Let me tell you about, this girl I know,
      that has a heart colder than snow.
She live's the life of the street's,
that's all she know's, that's all she could...

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(Chant)
Lord can I get a break, Lord can I get a break
I’m not really happy here, I’m not really happy
Take a look into my eyes, Take a look into my eyes
You’ll see pain with no...

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They have been wandering for decades
Journeying to the land that was promised by their forefathers
A land that would seal the faith of future generations.

They rove night and day guided by a single pillar of light
Looking...

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Cruising home from the driving range.  
My collared shirt free of cigarette burns…  
58  in November,  hit’em pure
Pushed back against the wind flirted with woods
Everything should be  peace  Turners...

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My voice is filled with broken tremors, 
As I describe the layers of my pain. 
Each breath blows out the bitter emptiness,
And I hear myself going insane. 

I interact with demons I battle,
And I force...

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Spring necked victim 
                  Will be decked again
          ...

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Uniform bravery blue
checked out 
before the stroke of midnight
Just as my black butt inadvertently ran into
a bullet fired by
the nervous trigger finger of officer Fife
But in the court of law,
my ebony word didn’t stand a...

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i wrote that i was lucky just the other day
 
yet i cant express how i feel verbally
 
i wish there was a cure so i can say
 
what my heart  is deeply feeling...

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So what, I'm upset, deal with it!

If you can't, tough, get out of my face!

My reasons are none of your business!

You need to just give me my space!

Don't you dare tell me to, "just chill...

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Sweet talk
Walk
Full of
Sugar
Not even
A cat with the
4 x 4 Chevrolet
With a V8
Grade A game
Could pull her
Unless the arrest
Was backed
By a legitimately
Vivid spirit
Handling his business on a mission of forever copping infinitive knowledge
Constantly busting and handcuffing...

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I was driving and crossed over the line
Intoxicated with lust, and half blind
You see, I was out on a date
We'd had drinks and it was getting late

I had one hand on the wheel
The other completely...

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I find it so difficult to focus,
My mind is always in a haze.
I want to get something done today, 
But I feel like I am trapped in a maze.
My thoughts are always wandering,
I can't focus...

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DAMN, 
BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING EGO DROPPING DAMPENED  DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN…………. 
a street in a burg called the blues baby~ 
Where wicked wretched women are on the stroll~
Bopping to...

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A STREET IN A BURG CALLED THE BLUES

DAMN, BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING 
EGO DROPPING 
DAMPENED  DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN………….
a street in a burg called the blues BA BY 
Where wicked...

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I should be writing books,
Screenplays and sitcoms
But I'm not...
Sloth has dug its claws into me

I shouldn't be watching
Have I Got News For You
From 1999 on UK Gold
But I am...
Sloth has dug its claws into me

I...

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A STREET IN A BURGH CALLED THE BLUES
damn
back on the street again
the dime bag copping
ego dropping
dampened dope dreams street again
a street in a burgh called the blues baby
where wicked witchy women are on the stroll
bopping...

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