He descended for a fleeting moment to taste fame and some strife
Although short, he did his work by living the THUG life
But don't be misled by THUG 'cause it speaks of an acronym
The Highest Under God; he understood the assignment and that it came from him
June 1 6 7 1 was the day
A poet erudite entered this realm with much to say
With the Sun in Gemini
Mercurial attributes flying high
Was he good? Was he bad?
Was he happy? Was he sad?
Many debate this and many debate that
A polarizing figure for sure and that's a fact
So much passion and fire spewed from his soul
He burned down the status quo so his truth could be told
Not fearful and not particularly a stranger to drama
Despite So Many Tears, he never had to question the love from Dear Mama
Not every hugh is huge
Five special minutes with Horace Hugh
And what I picked from the short stay huge:
Not all the blokes who bear Hugh are huge,
Sometimes the name like a subterfuge.
Under Hugh the little takes refuge
And neatly starts to act like a stooge:
Political rivals link with some drug:
The making of an Election Thug!
One can guess Horace Hugh is not huge
But could you believe his house is huge
While he sleeps elsewhere deemed a refuge,
The police dogs there a subterfuge?
Just imagine it: a house of rug
And used cups in it a kings jug.
Hey Tom Cunningham, you could help bring Putin down,
Plastic surgery has made him into a legendary clown,
Ridicule him whilst highlighting his inhumanity,
Mock him but telling of his insanity,
Advise him his plastic surgeon should give him a frown
Skirt and blouse - rejecting tomboy
Is never the cringing coy:
Very early dumps every toy
And her milky but effeminate soy,
Cheerily ever for the boyish,
Forswearing everything girlish…
A sex-change operation hopeful
And male-fun partaker in full:
Never the allergic to drinking contests
And exclusive-to-males protests:
Not when she has got her throaty bellow
And could say A Pure Rebel’s Hello!
Cleary not a put-up ploy
The mannerisms of a tomboy:
She’s the come-back soldier from Troy:
For a bodyguard, please her employ…
Already has she donned a thug’s haircut…
And can effortlessly tighten the loosest nut:
From the lips of bra-avoiding tomboy
Out tumbles piratical ‘Ahoy!’
TJ
Topi Wala Jga
Aba daba
Topi vala Jga
Dab kharaba
Aba daba
Lagar baga
Topi wala Jga.
Note. Pindo TJ tax, extortion vala jaga.
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.....
I'm thrilled to hear that you got 3 month inside. You did bird. Do you know how happy I am? I want to shout from the highest steeple and jump with joy. You did 7+ years of crime: drug dealing, smoking weed, assault with a bb gun, smashing your mum's house up, nearly killing her and more.
That was the worst, shoving your mum's head into the sink. Concussion could of killed her. You dropped out of school so have no grades. Maybe if you kill someone, you can study inside?
I think your next crime is murder. But who? Yourself? Not saying my views. Tho 1 less chav will be here, a reign of terror over. You used to take your mum's cash and spend it on drugs. Then hit her when there's no heating.
You made the front room your bedroom, ruled her life with terror. Was told, 'If you lived in a different city, you would be in jail now." That took a while in coming but finally happened. I'm thrilled.
A certain type of person lives in that town
Bar Steward Town a breeding ground for nasties
Especially the male species who are thugs
Doing unspeakable things to people
I've experienced their malicious ways
And nasty spiked words with intent
Take a certain individual who worked with me
We did a job fixing buses in the big garage
He was a total er who deserved to be culled
His poison infected everybody including me
I'm glad I only have memories of him
They go in this poem for him and his type
Beware of them and don't give an inch
They only respect themselves and their aims
You are nothing to them as are their own kind
They are negative self centred bar stewards
Each living in a world revolving round them
The town breeds certain types of people
It must be something unknown in the water
Especially the male species in this town
Never ever trust them or their aims
I wear my heart on my sleeve all the time & I have a talent with words that rhyme, but it's the 5th dimension that has all the answers that I can't define, I find it easy to go either way when it's a pseudonym I'm behind, I can tell you the brutal truth or a beautiful lie, but when I look in your face I see a reflection of my flaws & I wanna reveal to you my soul , & even worse all the hurt & pain I caused being an a**hole, what's up doc guess you got the arrow, I just pray you don't aim at the pharaoh
There was a bully in my young childhood
Who wasn't really interested in brotherhood
Sooner fight than hug
A nasty young thug
Perhaps his meanness was because of his limp wood
Tha world showed no mercy on me so why should i,
I got a personal vendetta an this game got me meserized.
I'm suicidal with this thug life,
Retaliating for all tha stuff that never went right.
It's a intricate game that im playin to win,
An i cant speak with tha lord cuz im soaking with sin.
Evil lurks in tha shadow of my eyes,
Screams trying to escape tha dark coners of my solitary mind.
I was raised in tha slums so you know i got a thug mentality,
I know tha american dream aint nothing but a fantasy.
So some will say that im heartless an got no love,
If you asked me i aint nothing but a troublesome thug....
Have you ever noticed the way you always fall inlove with the wrong people.when you are chatting wit yo friends and they ask you what yua dream guy is like and you reply that he is a little bookish,romantic,he bits you wit flowers and writes you poems,he's goodlooking bt nt in an obvious way,he talks wit yu and isnt intrestd in only wan thng,he doesnt luk at other gurls,he calls each nait and yu can talk fo hours,he likes the same music,food and books,he is perfct and all yo friends are nodding,buyout of the corner a player,he is smokin hawt,he doesnt read,doesnt write poems,cant talk fo hours,doesnt belive in flowers,hates yua favorite food and yu hate how hopelessly in love yu are wit im,hahaha.yu ar nw in so much pain knowing yu gave yua heart to a guy ful of thug passion....going thug is my thing fo if yu cant love learn to flatter thats what juicy j taught me..n i dnt mynd telling yu so...love is like a violin,the music may stop now and then,but strings remain foreva wich i luck..n remembr wan thng anyone can be passionate,but it takes real lovers to be silly.i dont nid to b silly..lets mit to the next level.
You were a Man who had a tough exterior,
Even having street mentality your Heart was superior.
Like a Knight on a shiny steed,
You were there for everyone who
was in need and treated Women like a Queen.
Although the truth on why you were taken from us is and most likely shall remain a mystery, Inside of the hearts and minds of many You left behind your legacy.
You were looked at as a gold hearted Bear, Should anyone have messed with the ones you love you'd become a Nightmare and instill fear.
You now ride in the sky under a new label being dubbed a Guardian Angel, Your unborn child will be protected by those who you deemed faithful.
May you help your fellow Brothers and Sisters be mindfully at peace, Chyno The Thug Ryder may you always Rest in peace.
By: Shawn Munoz
Thug mama
Thug mama
Watching your man die,
Thug mama
Thug mama
No explanation or reason why.
Thug mama
thug mama
Raising a child from the streets,
Thug mama
Thug mama
Living hard, living fast and it's hard to beat.
Listening to the voices in your head
The sounds of gun shots as people fall dead!
Chasing men like you're chasing a dream,
But what happen, he wasn't what he seems?
Wearing those skirts so short girl
Until you can see everything in the world.
Spending money like crazy
Eating out on someone else and sitting home being lazy.
Don't you realize your time is not yours to keep?
All you want to do is eat, screw and sleep.
Hardly a day you're hungry
Because you out fishing in some man's pocket and shaking him down like a tree!
You are a female pimp equal to the man
That's we men must take a stand
And say,
HELL NO to the thug mamas out there,
And if u don't like it then u can go to HELL!
Poets who spew
Poets who haven’t a glue
Poets who use words
To intimidate and skew
Opinions twisted in division
Instead of healing societies wounds
When serving men are killed in cold blood
No matter my view
My heart bleeds for their families
Compassion is my vision
I am NO THUG
Notes: Dedicated to 2 police officers killed on duty in cold blood in New York City.
At the time of this tragedy, it is tasteless and crude to write anything at all that
Belittles men who serve. With all that has happened in the United States, concerning the police, let us remember, most serve and defend with pride, we must bring people together
Not divide and especially not spew hatred and falsehoods. God bless
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