I want to sing something
relevant
Sing what I tell you to sing
do as I say
do as I say!........
oh winters postlude
the winds the trees
the toppled and twisted branches
oh to have a warm day
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Do your thang
just keep me in mind
I do the same for you
that's just being sweet and kind
scratch my back
I'll gladly scratch yours's
what's a man suposse to do
it's what ah man supposse to do
you my freind and lover
we still chill and carry-on
got ah good thang witcha
like what we got going on
es and snitches
often try to mess up
we stick together
my sweet Alguien
when things get tuff
full respect darling
see what I'm saying
What gotta good thang here
Yes, burrowing clams help make natural gas, specifically methane (
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I'm in love
and you know I aint playing
She come up here
Telling me what I
Suppose to do
I cuss her out
Cause I in love
Wiff you
Talking all that trash
Bytch what want
Me to do
Tell her to her face
I in love
Wiff you
Bytches and snitches too
He the zimma core roux
Gravy thick as hell
What's a gal to do
Call my boys
See they crazy too
Ain't scare to say
I in love
Wiff you
Written By: D. Collins 10/11/25
OG's tend to wear their title for life.
Because of their tendency to stay alive.
Peeping snitches and who's telling the truth.
Putting in the work on what they have to do.
Street Creds are the product of eveything we've learned.
You get them by being the very last to get burned.
Living the ultimate survival, standing tall and stern.
Are the only way that Street Creds are earned.
Doing unorthidox things that others won't.
Getting downright dirty where others don't.
There's nothing 'Mo Betta than the other side of dead.
Than to know you legitimately earned your Street Creds.
I'm the vibes, they're the vipers
I give healing, them keep killing
Words my medicine, call me words smith
Deceit and betrayal their weapons
I call them cobra, them are snitches.
I'm the owner
Them the controller
I always act like
I own or know nothing
They're so ruthless
Acting like they own or know it all.
I'm the completer
They're the competitor
Always fight for something
While I ride for my things
Everyone with their own obligation
Paying attention to whatever they belong.
Written By: D. Collins 2/15/25
We all did grime to survive back in the day.
Some go caught up, while some of us got away.
I place no judgement on whatever it takes to eat.
By Any Means Necessary, put toys under the tree.
Back in the day snitches didn't exist.
A bid in Angola was a slap on the wrist.
You just come out the way you went in.
A man amongst the most ruthless of men.
And, if repetition is what puts food on your plate.
Do what you do, just like back in the day.
How they live uptown is how you strive to live.
And, whatever it takes, a man feeds his kids.
Those poor souls who think they will get farther ahead at work if they tattle on you
Russell was slim and did like to hustle, but on his arm he packed some serious muscle
Most of the time he liked to gamble, but when things got hot he was quick to scramble
Fraud and deceit is a way to survive, this easy money is what keeps him alive
He hated snitches, but he loved his crew, this is the only life he ever knew
At daytime a hustler, at night a playboy, but Russell was never a rich man’s toy
The people in town knew he was bad, but what happened to Russell was really sad
One morning when Russell was crossing the road, he got bit in the eye by a flying toad
As his vision blurred and day became night, it turns out that poor Russell had lost his sight
Now Russell sits alone flexing his muscle, wishing that he can once more Hustle
Saleh Ben Saleh
scrolling
trolling
clicking
tricking
to cheat
deceit
snitches
glitches
lame game
for fame
peeving
thieving
maybe
they’ll see
jester
fester
traitor
baiter
drama
mama
dressed in
satin
green grime
cold crime
loner
moaner
Finely-tuned eyes; transparent disguise
Charisma in lies concealing blue eyes
I know you’ll have questions for likely suspects
You’ll squeeze all your snitches for everything left
But, reading this now, you know to be true
My eyes like the ocean; adrift in the blue
So take me away in the last midnight car
Forgetting all the pain that led me this far
Captivity leaving me feeling confined
This body of mine is flawed by design
Beg of me softly; and show me you care
Now, witness the flame engulfing my hair
Breathe into me, my last fantasy
Bring to me wounds to wage against me
Lost in remission; my crimson will glisten
My methods persistent; lean in and listen
Witness the rise and the fall of my chest
The cage that was built for a final caress
I’m rising above perceptions of me
Cause nothing is ever as right as it seems
So tell them the stories; dark alleys I knew
The paths that I walked; a sunrise in view
I’m free of designs in dead pine below
With smiles to align; fallen angels you know
Will the Russian Mafia sit this one out,
Or will they decide Ukraine's Ultimate fate,
Along with that of Putin.
I suspect we will have to wait for the answer to that,
Until discussions are concluded with the Italian Mafia,
Who have not forgotten life under Mussolini.
They will also have to consider which way the western gangs will jump,
As they might decide to collectively develop a conscience,
Or turn snitches,
And make deals for get out of jail free cards,
In exchange for location of Russian Mafia Funds.
I suspect watching their considerable investments in the Ukraine,
Go up in smoke,
Will give them no choice but to look for,
Suitable sympathy cards for Putin's family.
hello dear doctors
i am here to say i'm sorry
i am an idiot
i admit it
i feel better than i have felt in, well, LIFE
i fell one day and hit my head hard on the original hardwoods
my new lady was not having it and practically threw me in the impala
going off on me with tears in her eyes, i wisely sat and listened while staring at unexpected stars
arrived and parked, my new lady and a nurse help me in a wheelchair
i tried to complain, but my new lady just finished a double shift and was not in a mood
she helps me with the paperwork
she glares at me at my mildest complaint
when i am called, my new lady comes with me and just snitches on me to the doctor, who so happens to be a woman too
I LOSE!
good morning, my sweet, observant, and rather persistent, new lady
my love for you has only grown more after another good night's sleep
who knew that i had two blood clots on each side of my brain
i thank God for your love for me
you, and the equally sweet (questionable), observant, and rather persistent doctor, are the reason and am alive and smilin'.....(at you, and only you, of course)
The unicorn eggs had been hidden many fortnights ago,
The last to remember them was a Prophetess named Woe.
She had written down the secret sign to open the safe of gold
But it had blown under the throne room floor and now lay cold.
Because it was their tradition, armed guards continued to stand guard.
No idea they were guarding priceless unicorn eggs loaned by a bard.
A magical castle this had once been, with glorious tapestries and such.
War of the Giant Blasters had torn it apart; now it was not much.
Troupe of faeries were hired. They had given king the smallest bid.
On a mission of hope and faith, for they knew what Wow did.
When they chopped up the floor, they tunneled into the unopened safe.
Squirreled magic unicorn eggs to fairy land for their Princess Grace.
Guards continue to guard the gold safe daily, thinking it holds riches.
It truly is practically empty but sh! None of us want to be snitches.
One day someone will give you some released unicorn eggs.
Then there will be rainbow unicorns prancing about under your legs!
Britches and snitches
Were out digging ditches
When out from the ground did appear
Gold that looked old
if the truth now be told
It was something someone would hold dear
A crown from the town
Just a little ways down
Perhaps it belonged to the king
With tools they found jewels
And these two were no fools
As they thought of the fortune it’d bring
They tried and they pried
Now with pressure applied
To remove the prize up from the land
A dream it would seem
As they worked as a team
So that wealth could then rest in their hand
A tug and a shrug
In the place that they dug
But the artifact still wasn’t free
A shove with a glove
The sun hot up above
Now a bundle of sweat they would be
Inspired but tired
Their strength now expired
They tossed down their shovel and hoe
Glad but not sad
And in no way now mad
They decided to let the thing go
A prize for the eyes
As they now realize
All the trouble this fortune might send
Greed they don’t need
As the two did concede
That their fortune was having a friend
Poems spring forth like the season
All these politicians guilty of treason
The trees would grow if we let them
Vaccine-ready, set, inject him
Birds and squirrels doing their job
Life on Gaia why so hard
Man has made a conscious decision to toil
Insanity he has chosen to poison the soil
The very fabric of our existence
Elite get maid when we show resistance
That also goes for the misinformed
Quarantined at home watching ****
Simon says sit your ass down
Your face best get rid of that frown
Paying snitches to surveil the hood
You know HR 6666 is no good
Master Trump can I please go to work
Broke as hell going berserk
Locking down those that won't shelter in place
Knowledge of the truth I continue to chase
Why is my vision different than most
Truth revealed at the Presidential Roast
Driving way out of my lane
The whole damn world gone insane
Dang is it them or is it me
Changing perceptions of what I see
Don't forget we write our own story
My God this chapter is gore
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Elluntate Bell
I'm a mistress
Not your btches
Not your witchy washy witches
I'm a mistress
Not your btches
not your sluttish crazy fishes.
I'm a mistress
Not your btches
not your whory favorite snitches
I'm a mistress
Not your btches
Not your so call sniffing btches.
I'm a mistress
Not your btches
Not you crazy wiffy btches (not referring to real marriage).
I'm a mistress
Not your btches
Not your crackhead crazy btches.
I'm a mistress
Not your btches
Not your ghetto corner btches
For I am a mistress and your nothing to me.
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