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Written By: D. Collins 1/23/25
When all is said and done, I do what I do good.
Prevent any MF'z trying to keep us in the hood.
I have something to say and will lay it on the line.
Inject that feisty little woman who now lurks in my spine.
I'm going Straight Up Granny, exhibiting my best.
Ensuring no MF will have a foot in my chest.
I growl like a lion, ready to get at his meat.
Putting holes in the prey I am ready to eat.
Granny would get revenge within the confines of the law.
She'd take it to the very limit of getting downright raw.
She took her enemies down with dignity and grace.
Then, grabbed a hand full to just rub in their face.
I'm going out like Granny who never bowed down.
She taught ig'nant peeps like me how to wear a Crown.
She put family first up until her last day.
And, when I roll out, put that on my grave.
No one is real,
We all have a dual face.
Find someone who can,
Excite your taste.
People respect money,
Not the person.
Money can be,
A Beast of Burden.
The one you love more,
Is the one that hurts you
the most.
The rest of your life,
You live with her ghost.
When you're happy,
You enjoy the melody.
Life is full of fun and
Prosperity.
When you're sad,
You feel the lyrics.
You get crap from
The critics.
Patience is hard when
You have nothing.
Alone with your thoughts,
It is something.
Check your attitude,
When you have everything.
It's often assassination,
That kills the king.
People want good looks,
They don't want good people.
Most times the intentions
Are mean and evil.
Failure slaps you out
In the open.
It floods you with,
Anger and emotion.
Success hugs you
In private.
It’s true,
You can't deny it.
A poor person,
He has no fake friends.
He has no money,
To give or to spend.
When the time comes,
Own your s___t.
Lay it on the line,
Be legit.
Turbo1904?
You own my days
You own my nights
Every second every hour
I’m alive
Where you are
I go too
From the second that we met
I’ve been your fool
Is it the same for you
As it is for me
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
I’m not ashamed
Of who I am
If you don’t feel the same
I’ll understand
If I get the chance
I won’t let you go
Absence of the heart
Deals a heavy blow
I’ll lay it on the line
In hopes that you will see
My mind takes me there constantly
Yes my mind takes me there constantly
Is it the same for you
As it is for me
Does you happiness also hold some grief
Do you look forward to the days
When we’ll walk eternally
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
She owns my days
She owns my nights
Every second every hour
That I’m alive.....
Written By: D. Collins 12/29/23
There's only one kind of love, that lasts throughout time.
Those who accept the ups and downs and still lay it on the line.
They give 100 to ensure the entire family is intact.
No matter what their digression, always have their back.
Imagine a one kind of love having a tremendous force.
Re-creating families, while begging to be outsourced.
We all know that kind of love is rare in this day and age.
What people call love has many shades of gray.
There's only one kind of love that originates from the root.
And if, you don't have it now, it wasn't given to you.
It is out there lurking trying to get your attention.
To put back what were "ALL GODS" true intentions.
Word Play Lines
My main line muse stepped over a line –
My confuser got confused off line
Rhymes on strike, my pen went dry in a stiff hard line
Thesaurus got clean away flying through the pipeline.
I searched for foot lines on the moon in bluest of blue lines
Then looked around for yards and yards of a water line
At the park dropped a line running through a tag line
Then my hash line ran away again between the lines.
Drank some punch line, giggles burped – crossing the line
Found a lucky cooper penny on the green A line -
Crossed a plot line, story screamed like angry beelines
Out of line couldn’t find all the frayed drag line!
Dinner time, thick beef steaks on the firing line
Front and center, calories feeding me a story line
Smorgasbord of sights and smells lay it on the line
Honeyed, gooey just desserts lead me to some sweet lines.
Went to a bar almost bought all the current date-lines
Hollow words of neck lines – what a bunch of air-lines
Took the bus – had to duck – bruises on my headline
Tripped then fell - almost drown in the bottom line.
Gained some weight – oh, oh, no – now too snug my belt line
A little late –running tardy way behind the time line
Invitation RSVP to conga in the party line
Rows and rows of polka-dots, line up on the dotted line.
Muse returned from her day – fainted on the deadline
Had to duck, words run amuck in the mixed up chorus lines
Told me this was asinine feeding her a landline
Not too late! Get it straight! Balance on the fine line.
7-9-21
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I'm against police brutality - who wouldn't be?
However, I'm still standing for the national anthem,
we're not governed by another countries diplomacy,
you can 'take the knee' if you believe passionately.
Let's lay it on the line - why do people resist arrest?
That's asking for trouble unless you want 'soft' policing;
you're proud of your colour, we'll never tire of it,
same for all Mac - please don't shoot me in the back.
Trump has his hand across his chest, supposed to know best,
but he doesn't, he can be removed by the electorate,
what if he's not? Are the same problems to carry on?
There's no guarantee that a new leader will be any better.
Ignorance is rife - thinking people are still throwing bones,
even some suggesting parallels with 'Game of Thrones.'
Sooner than later
What’s meant to be will always find a way
Goodbyes will turn to goodnight and we’ll stay
Sooner than later......
It’s gonna happen anyway
Let’s lay it on the line
We’re running out of time
Each second holds a mem’ry we could lose
My only constant is you
Who knew that it would come to this
Soulmates really do exist
Let me love you for the rest of our days
Cause It’s gonna happen anyway
Sooner than later
What’s meant to be will always find a way
Goodbyes will turn to goodnight and we’ll stay
Sooner than later.....
It’s gonna happen anyway
Not a day passes ever
That you’re not steady on my mind
Not all dreams last forever
But I am yours and you are mine
We’ve tried to fight off these emotions
But truth be told we both know
Loving sure seems lonely
With this seed that’s left unsown
Sooner than later
What’s meant to be will always find its way
So won’t you love me tomorrow
Cause it’s gonna happen anyway
Sooner than later
It’s gonna happen anyway
You pay BLM...DOJ?
A Garland like a serpent over the
Ten Commandments-Followers
and over the Constitution.
You keep doing what you accuse
Trump of doing, then let your Media Priests preach.
Then you use Google to snatch descent
out of the air.
Brought to you by Pfizer and the Lord of the Air.
You let rapists and murderers go.
But if you peacefully protest or pray for the
defenseless, you face up to 11 years in prison.
Why don't you be honest and lay it on the line?
You serve Satan.
Just as John The Baptist paved the way for Christ,
as His forerunner.
You are paving the way for the Anti-Christ,
the persecution has begun,
RFID-BIO chip on it's way.
Girl I think it’s time
To lay it on the line
And let you know exactly
What’s been on my mind
As I reflect on my regrets
The one that cuts me deepest
Is the one that breaks my soul, the one that broke will
The one that haunts me still
You’re the chance I didn’t take
The dream I failed to chase
It’s the love we’ve never made
That keeps me in this place
Our yesterday’s have turned to years
With every day it gets more clear
I pray it’s not too late, I changed fate with one mistake
You’re the chance I didn’t take
I can’t imagine life without you
Or the heartache I’d go through
If we never would have worked out
Now I pay for my excuse
You’re the chance I didn’t take
The dream I failed to chase
It’s the love we’ve never made
That keeps me in this place
Our yesterday’s have turned to years
With every day it gets more clear
I pray it’s not too late, I changed fate with one mistake
You’re the chance I didn’t take
The only one to ever scare me
I believe is my soulmate
That’s why I’m stuck here with the regret
I’ll have to carry to my grave
You’re the chance I didn’t take
The dream I failed to chase
I changed fate with one mistake
You’re the chance I didn’t take
Dear Santa
I’m writing early this year
Especially after the debacle of last year
You delivered the sexy underwear and the two-day hotel break to my wife
What the hell were you thinking
Does my wife look like she can get into a size ten
You useless fat bastard
Two days I had to suffer the wife parading herself
It was psychological torture
Swear to god, if I could’ve got my hands on you
Still swithering on suing your fat ass
This year I’m going to lay it on the line
Deliver it to the wrong address
Your Ho ho ho, will be, Oh oh oh
Do I make myself clear
Now listen up
Face pack and support tights
They go to the wife
Basque and French knickers, hotel included
To the lover
Don’t make me go back to that hotel with the wife
Or, I swear, you’ll be wearing those reindeers
Do you need a reminder
Have you got it now
Oh, and merry Christmas.