Long Gangster Poems
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Absolute Truth
You ain't got it, you ain't got it
you think I am your kin.
God, why'd you have to judge me by the colour of my skin.
You ain't got it, you ain't got it
I'm not the same as you,
there's more to my persona than a coffee coloured hue.
Take the time, for once just listen
to the words that past my lips,
Close your eyes, shut your mouth; no more premeditated quips.
You tell me what I'm thinking, you tell me what to do, but shut it boy I'm not listening,
coz I'm not the same as you.
I don't want to hear you holla,
I don't want to hear you talk.
You need to change your mindset this ain't 1954.
Misogeny is outdated, Women got the vote.
No more blinged up candy, so you can sit around and gloat.
Coz you ain't no gangster rapper, whatever's on your mind,
You're a self fulfilling proficy who isn't colourblind.
If you want gain respect, treat others with it too,
then in return you'll get it back and maybe they'll love you.
But, if I'm really honest you ain't got it, no you ain't .
The truth may hurt you feelings,
Though it's other lives you taint.
20th June 2018
FRED THE PERV.
Kinky Fred stole knickers off the line
One summer night his haul totalled nine
His spree ended in tears
Got an extra ten years
When Judge Sue said that red pair were mine.
LARS.
A young astronaut from NASA called Lars
Blasted off from Cape Kennedy to Mars
But then there was a glitch
When he pressed the wrong switch
Last seen heading at warp speed to the stars.
PETE.
A young pianist from New York called Pete
Could play William Tell using his feet
But he fell of his chair
And he started to swear
Was booed off and thrown into the street.
JOHNNY GABLE.
A mean old waiter called Johnny Gable
Saw a man choke to death on a bagel
He then shifted his body
To the side of the lobby
Said forgive me but we need the table .
O'TOOLE.
A forgetful pilot Johnny O'Toole
Was over the north sea flying to Bule
Then both engines spluttered
Under his breath muttered
Looked at his gauge and screamed no ruddy fuel.
OLD GANGSTER.
An old gangster rose from rags to riches
Got rid of all his traitors and snitches
They'd find in their bed
A racehorses head
Or find themselves sleeping with the fishes.
THE BAKER.
An unwashed old baker from Idaho
Had filthy fingers when kneeding the dough
Folk choked on his paella
Some died from salmonella
Got closed down and ended up on skid row.
O'KEEFE.
A fella by the name of O'Keefe
Was the long serving town's police chief
Someone stole the mess cookies
Everyone blamed the rookies
But it turned out O'Keefe was the thief.
AMOUROUS MICHAEL.
Amourous young Michael from Mayo
At a girls house he tried to stayo
She started to shouto
And then kicked him outo
Said she" you're not staying no wayo."
NIGERIAN POEM THIEF.
A sly poem thief from Nigeria
On the soup caused a mass hysteria
He stole soupers work
Soupers went beserk
On the run now cos he's in fear of ya.
Written 18th august 2019.
This a story of Lisa
she was born In south of Nigeria
Papa was a young dealer
her mama was high of Santa Maria.
Daddy said go to church everyday
But the pastor was tryne get in her.
Put his tongue in her mouth
When she told her dad He slapped her “Lisa”
Dumb girl Don’t be lying here
She was dumbfound like mama
They called the family pastor started deliverance on her matter
Took her back to the church and they left her home alone with that pastor
20 abortions later she was filled with hate for her father.
Crying to God on her knees everyday
and she looking for a single answer
Only silence came Took her bags and ran
Then she ended in the house of a gangster
So wait
They Told her she beautiful
They Told her she really cool
They Told her to take clothes off
Let them photograph nudes
Flashlight on journey to ****
Heroin coke and the Molly she’s done
Drowning in darkness Drowning in darkness
There’s no light at the end of the tunnel
How many nights unpaid
How many nights of sex
How many nights of rape.
She looks at the sextape and cries out
This for my sisters that been abused and live sad
Stuck with a memory of the past so they relapse
This for my sisters that need God but feel bad
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel so don’t give up
Lisa became the biggest pornstar at 24
Fast money Fast Life
lying on her pretty fours
No shame white eyes daddy’s girl was living raw
Since he didn’t play his role attention was her daddy now
The comment section and the million followers got needier
She learnt this love ain’t real cos all they wanted was that nastier
Gangbang threesomes she’s breaking every mirror
She gained the world and lost her soul the drug abuse was deadlier
overdose and found herself lying in a hospital
A picture on the wall says “God loves you” and she’s crying out
“Why did you leave me,” She wept
“Why didn’t you help me, you left”
She felt a hand on her shoulder and a soft voice say
“Forgiveness was the answer
Forgive your past first Forgive yourself next
Pain is a guest That becomes entitled
when you let it stay longer through shame and regret”
On the streets the young men call me OG,
meaning you highly respected as an Original Gangster,
for the old-school who is an expert at something.
What does OGCJ means?
Open-hands to God through Christ Jesus, because Only God Can Judge.
Holding your hands open to God is a powerful act of surrender, acknowledging that Christ's grace covers you and that ultimate judgment belongs only to Him.
Opening your hands means letting go of your need to direct every outcome. It is a way to say, "Not my will, but Yours be done”…
Acknowledging that only God can judge relieves you from the condemnation of the world. As Scripture notes, placing your life in the hands of the Lord allows His grace to work in your life.
Open hands are not clutching at the past, nor are they fists raised in anger or fear. Instead, they are ready to receive God's peace, guidance, and provision.
Now the Original Gangster can come through in every means of life, because Christ is the head, not the tail, above not beneath.
FEAR, Fault Evidence Appearing Real may come, but
FAITH, Favor As I Trust Him will overwhelmed the fear factor.
Old age will come, but wisdom, acknowledge, understanding and comprehension will take control with OGCJ.
The result of whips and chains,
I need to do some sort of catharsis, to flush away the terrors that push me to terrorise.
Insomnia and schizophrenia got me needing paraphernalia to really zoom in on my demons and find a hammer to squash them one by one.
Educated by the streets, trained to pilfer and make a profit out of bullets and a pockets knife. The home l know is pirison, in and out like a quick heist.
What's so wrong, feels so right for the oy right l exercise is the fact that l deserve to be heard and the projects that made me barely sends a shout out!
This place is a gateway to a coffin.
I pray the Lord forgives me for all my sins, l am certian he sees how hard we try to escape the reality of being Black and poor, we do not choose to be thugs... No!
Slavery is to blame for all of this.....
She arrived driving a black cougar red
interior a dark pony tail she was the only female
agent so she would always install the wires on
my unborn child she was working under FBI
Leroy Heimbach he would become supervisor
for the Milwaukee FBI they were both out of the
federal bureau of investigation Chicago investigations
into corrupt officers selling drugs led to the arrest
of Catrina Bell Mckissick my stalker attacked me in
broad daylight with four gang members two men held
both my hands while catrina bell brutally punched
kicked scratched pulled my hair my only escape was
being a dancer I leaned into the men holding my arms
and used my legs to break free both men released me
I fell to the ground face to face with detective my attackers
uncle Richard Mckissick he warns me i better not go to court
or else because Catrina Bell was his niece she already brutally
beat four other women including a rite aid clerk and a car bombing
I went to court my life has been threatened every since
it was special agent Paula Brand convicted the corruption
operation all the dealers including Catrina Bell was convicted
six years what a blessing she became a queen pin gangster
disciple gang leader behind bars controlling recruiting female gang
members the Wisconsin women prison actually intimidating
inmates to give false statements against FBI informants
witnesses victims and their children in order to convict innocent
prey and grant early release for severe repeat habitual violent
offenders in Wisconsin to allow terrorist back on the streets
special agent Paula Brand warned me never ever return to this
deep dark organized crime corruption operation a vicious stealth
a tangible intimidating wrath craving my blood craving my death
I am America
Did you just look upon my chubby face?
And thought let’s give her a chase
She is just a fragile flower in a vase
Let’s give her a taste of being waste
Just don’t try to execute your plans in haste
Cause you haven't seen me in my natural state.
Did you just see my five foot frame?
And thought let us frame her for shame
Oh! She is excellent at the loosing game
Well if you don't change your ways
You better start counting your days
Alas! You haven't known me always.
Don't you dare wake the monster in me again!
My neurons are fighting like gangster in my brain
Many a heroes I have slain
I will blow you like the husk of the grain
You better take your hands of my lane
Or you will be fighting the devil in vain
You have seen only the smile I have worn
Not the heart festered in stone
The moment I was thrown into school zone
Cannot tether two letters together, my brain torn
I was scorned, could hear people moan
But at last adorned the academic throne
Oh soon they took shots at my looks
And bullied me with their mean hooks
They were just entries in my joke books
Soon bested them at their own game
But regretted the girl I became
And gave up that lame game
My decision might go on a hiatus
So beware of your current status
Don't you dare wake the monster in me again?
My neurons are fighting like gangster in my brain
Many a heroes I have slain
I will blow you like the husk of the grain
You better take your hands of my lane
Or you will be fighting the devil in vain
Cause I am practically insane
THE PUNISHER
Caught in a war
His miss duty
A Marine serving his country
A husband and father first
Yes he fought over seas for this AMERICA
Frank Cashtiglione
Also known as now
A tour of duty in Vietnam
One time off, off duty
When home to visit
The wife and children
While on a picnic in the park
They witness a mob killing
The mob came after, and killed Frank's wife and children
Frank Castle now a vigilante
sort of a negative hero
Only killing the baddies...
Captain in the Marines
A one man killing machine
Also a member of CIA
Now stationed as a citizen
A private ordinary citizen
Now out to git REVENGE
So every mobster, gangster, bad politician, evil doer
Killer or just a Bad person
No mercy, no gain
just a whole lotta pain
Better watch out and if you think you wanna do wrong and your unsure
Repenting won't help cause your under the cross hairs of .......
the
PUNISHER
11/17/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Like a bagel with no hole
Like a flag without a pole
Like a singer with no soul
Like a furnace with no coal
Like a gangster with no moll
Like a quest without a goal
Like a bell that cannot toll
Like a super with no bowl
Like a yacht without a keel
Like a car without a wheel
Like a con without the spiel
Like a thief who cannot steal
Like a key that will not turn
Like a log that will not burn
Like a boss who isn’t stern
Like a skill you cannot learn
It’s a pen that leaves no mark
It’s a dog that cannot bark
It’s a silence in a lark
It’s the padlock at the park
It’s a great big open space
Like there’s nothing any place
It’s an ass in a horse race
It’s the blankness on my face
It’s the words I wish to write
That refuse to see the light
And I worry that my plight
Is because I’m not that bright
It’s the words unthought, unsaid
It’s a veil that can’t be shed
It’s the blackness in my head
It’s my muse…
I think she’s dead.
My name is not Tony Montana
No, I'am not a nature born killer
The heroine is not embedded in veins
I'am always drug free like the quotes states
ride or die don't get
high off your own supply
My name is not Tony Montana
I'am not a gangsters
I'am that Bruce Lee the one you don't want to mess with
One blow to the head and the second blow to the chest
consider yourself knocked out
For sure I have skillz like that
My name is not Tony Montana
Tattoo this to your forehead
No wankster
No drug dealer
No gangster
Check the profile I hit the school books
not the streets
I know how to say no to a situation
that may cause destruction in my life
No my name is not Tony Montana
Say no to drug
Say yes to school and a job
So you can have a healthy stable life
By Shaniki Smith
Date: April 17, 2016