You waited in line
Cause your we're
Next
That's an idea
l situation I am told
What shiney ain't
For me me
Cause I am dull
And spent
Excuse me Sir
Is that gold
I reckon I 'll
Just mossey
Along quote'en
Them words to
That cuss word song
By the way
All that glitter ain't gold
What want from me
Cause he so po'
Get his checks from
His chore
That ain't no money
That's tween me and you
Talking rich and acting poor
Got your Gal out acting like-ah
Whore: talking bout
place we go knee high I q!
Ya'll know the sequence y'all
Meet her in spring
She pregnant in fall
Pappie someone's else's
Niegh I go I ate ooh ooh!
That's how it is
Ain't nothings changed
Oh the ancient
Still arrange
Talking in tongues when
Sunday morning comes
Freaking fellas
By the time the service
Is through
Snitching in like gals
Current and future bride
Tryna make everyone say
Quasi motto neigh IQ
Tech giants politicans; appeals for better.'
Wars forever, viral illness's? Spotlight
Points ( bit-ch-ing and snitching ) througout
The joint..physical-virtual... Less or more?
Peace the biggie.' Billions sent..Oh no that was to (the wars) do pardon my false invent.? YES..Stay sane and sober, and sans a view.' Well outside of the ordered one.? Whats the truth.? Well a ( five letter word') that can cause much offense.' You know it could even provoke a war.? Now don't be so dense...Its all about freedoms.'
And celebrating the past.' Where they can
Stay.' Ya know peace never lasts.' There are
Some really bad people.' Or so the government said ( dictators and perpetrators ) but i thought they were dead.?
And the then the 'eu' backed ukraine.' And the us was with them? Then they were protecting
Greenland and the USA was not a friend.?
And putin is he still evil.? Why all the mess.?
When there are such well placed leaders.'
Its getting beyond me i must confess.)
I sometimes worry knowing poetry can be so subjective, you know
And yet, I still choose poetic verse to enounciate my story, but doing so I still worry
I choose poetry to mail my experiences through similes, imagery, and silliloquies but still I worry that the meaning of my words aren’t reaching
like the voices in your heads aren’t hearing my warnings
I’m calling. But i keep receiving. Voice mail.
It’s hard for me to differentiate poetry from the meaningless rhymes and word crimes In my haystack mind
Pricked by the cold, bitter sweet needle of reality
Revealed by the snitching blood of my poetry, sharp but not unexpected
It’s biology, a mystery. An art. A story.
Bitter sweet the sting until we realize it’s reality
Bringing light, to the colour of life and it’s futility
Im afraid to live because of my worry -
I’m afraid to speak because of my poetry -
It burdens my words, painted red with the blood of poetry witch flows in my veins unknowingly-
I bleed into the world but worry covers the stain.
She's been ordering the kids around,
After each child like a loosed greyhound;
Since they have fine time for snitching found,
She shall continue to them all hound...
Now, she's instructing one "Suspend this",
Another asking "Did you just hiss?"
A Jack she swears shall in life fall flat
And urges the rest "Watch out for that!"
All the kids, at heart, are with chains bound,
Chilling clangs of the chains constant sound;
While they walk feel not the surest ground,
Each child, it seems, knows its own red mound.
Who had gone to the Headquarters
With my real age and a wagging tongue?
Who at The Board pounded me with mortars
From a determined snitching lung?
I guess a fellow while still standing
Didn’t aromatic gossip mind
In the area of Image Rebranding
A trusted helper of cops to a crook find!
Though, I could’ve sworn
Some fluffy cushion was the chap offered
For the journey that should have one worn,
Signaling that an honor had been conferred.
And there his fee was cleanly settled
For Good Flesh and Bones en-route rattled!
What next does A Forced Retiree:
New hopes recline on God, The Referee?
He is hitting and kicking in line the teacher whispers.
He glares at both of us, probably figuring she is snitching on him.
I just finished with preschool where no one was hitting and kicking.
I resist telling him this. Instead taking him to the office.
He goes with me nicely, so I complement him on his choice.
He seems surprised, which eggs me on further.
I give him a wink.
He stares at me, no doubt wondering what is going to happen next.
I like to keep them on their toes.
My countenance, a melancholy
After strange footsteps possess our balcony,
Close to my two-room apartment,
Now limitlessly a source of contentment..
I do anxious listening,
The hairs on my skin glistening;
My ears coming alive, a-twitching:
Those of an eavesdropper soon a-snitching.
A near filtering of the snatched sound,
As they keep gaining ground;
The fullest conviction that they didn’t belong to a friend.
Or if they did, who was heading for another end.
To my window walk up, risking important life
To part its blind by a couple inches;
My grimaces, summary of the inner strife
Of one inwardly wrestling with prickly pinches.
It’s a forced recreation of “curiosity killed the cat”
And Unlikelihood of soon lying on my mat:
More contortions of my face.
Like a marathoner badly ending a good race:
Several repetitions of “Who goes there?”
And you shall have to tell me, “From where”.
In between the days
and nights, a lot of people
grasping their breaths,
while the gangsters
are snitching with demon
eyes in the owl light.
as if nobody is in bed dying,
as if nobody is starving,
needing their empathy.
They’re heartless humans,
selfish as the fat fox.
Don’t know when they last.
I Came To the Medina
Looking for my Palestina
Baby my Baby
Where are you?
Still under the rubbles?
Still alive my Diva
Oh my Devina!
The Highways robbers,
The snitch, the pimps of the Dollar,
And of the Shekel,
Still abusing the little
Ballerina,
But she defied them all,
And she is still standing on one little toe,
With no support,
Since she became,
Now lonely in an orphelinat
My beloved, my adorable
Palestina!
Live, and live and live now,
And in the future,
Despite the A...Rabs
And the Gulf lackeys
And Al Alkami of the Palace,
Still serving his bosses,
In the Medina,
Snitching, selling his own meat,
His own flesh and honour to the Zombies,
Who used Red Indians,
Puerto Ricans,
And poor destitute,
Oppressed Latina
But remember my hero,
Who reduced those to zero,
That was once, in the famous,
Battle of all battles,
Of Hattina!
Saladin here he lives today,
And tomorrow,
With a million and a billion,
Enforced by men of deed,
Not of a creed,
And true soldiers,
Martyrs, Mudjahideena!
Cats look at me like I've changed
Nah man I didn't forget that I started out in the weed game
Until I figured out that legal money and dirty money buy the same things
And what you for getting about them streets is
The streets is a cold game
Crab in the bucket saying cats don't wanna see you get out
Or get more than them
Nobody telling on the cat with nothing
Snitching don't start until they see you getting something
The dope game
Finally came to the realization that legal money and dope money buy the same things
Not worried about fame because that's not me on a day to day basis
Try to stay low key anyways
Don't need fake freinds anyways
Old song lyrics put my way thought of getting paid many ways
Finally figured out plenty ways
Hardworking and freedom over jail time anyday
Just making sure it's the legal way
Best lesson learn legal money and dirty money buy the same things
Sexy ass ass, God
wonderful breast that make Virgin's love
so which ones?!?
you love those Debbie Downers!?!?
they might cut it off just to make it incomplete
you gotta be the best thing that happened to me
if you were a whore
I might take you off the cornerstone
and make cash with it instead of Ass Kissing
and I am the one YOU sex
in the symbol of a woman to make you feel flesh
Don't listen to rabbit
he ain't got love in which is like pleasure
Our pleasure is the best because our love connects
I love you dark hair
wheat field smile
cuz not even an Angel can reach it
and that my city
and you are the most beautiful so I'm snitching
Overheard Supposition
Overheard Supposition
Snitching is a crime am eye a snitch my time has got to be worth more than this.
The boys was simply boys and not real criminals they pitched some eggs Oh
where eye am amiss at this eye am not sure they are not worry or even sorry or
contrite they plan on tossing eggs all night the police they said just barley
missed catching them instead they are scot free. No one else has noticed this
eye must keep this information just to me oh happy me eye can just surmise the
acid test the egg comes flying now at me to hit me in the vest. They have some
eggs now on their faces they passed the test and toss them useless and they
miss the elder statesmen on the lawns of all the mansions of the minions as
they all drive around the lawns and toss those eggs out at us all the eggs are
useless to be eaten they are tasteless in the grass and baseless as a
substance they are fun only to the ones who do the tossing not for fun unto the
millions getting eggs on.
The truth lies between silence
wisdom, knowledge, and deception
it lies between politicians and big business men
supreme court judges and prosecutors
who be doing the sentencing
and the ones who know are too
afraid to come forward because fear is
what they be living in, and why I fight to expose
the truth the ones who fight to keep it hidden
be collecting big checks and
counting their dividends
The Truth lies between stupidity and ignorance
a lot of niggas talk that gangsta, gang banging
trappin, gun totting, killa life
they tell me to get it how I live so I'm livin Christ-Like
the truth lies between family ties and
business partners, peace makers, risk takers
the ones that wanna see someone do good
and the people that we call haters
it lies between savoring the moment
and those who are
outspoken, heartbroken, they say stop snitching
or your loved ones gettin a death certificate notice
the truth lies between me and them friends and enemies
trusting in man and puttin faith in the one who was
and who will always be with me
As far as tears I'm done shedding them in the flesh
I know I ain't ready for God but I'm staring into the eyes of death
step by step now is how I take my life
but if life's a gamble why do I roll them dice
there's a lot of hype in this world
but it's already condemned
I got niggas in my hood thats snitching
so I'm questioning who's my friends
but hold on a minute since I was born in sin
I'm patiently waiting for Christ to bring
my life till it's Holy beginning
now I ain't bragging bout my robberies or home invasions
but let me take a look back on my life like daylight savings
I don't know what I become just a lyrical poet
am I eager to be heard? or just speaking the living word
now lets justify the reason behind my poetry
despite all the sinning I'm doing
God is still holding me
but when it comes to pain it's best to forgive & forget
even though I'm writing this poem
as we speak I'm gettin upset
we need less homicide
less genocide
less suicide
but more inside connects
we more checks
and less debt
we need to be more in depth
less inept
we need more safe sex
and less death
we need more intelligent cats
less niggas with gats
less crack infested habitats
we need more reason for living
less a kissing
less snitching
and less lives sentenced to prison
we need more ways to shine
than basketball,drugs,and rhymes
we need more opportunities
in our communities
we need less N.W.A
and more P.E
less rappers more M.Cs
less people trying to rhyme like me
we need less hate,envy.greed,and treason
we need less cocking back and busting off for no reason
we need less gunfights
less shots that echo through the midnight
less tears drops, toe tags,autopsy,grave site
more black babies more family structure
less that just my baby daddy or mother
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