Many crying
Many dying
Hurt and crime rising
Streets are screaming
People hurting
Those on top no Justice from them
Can you hear it
Masters calling
Dogs are barking
Homies blowing their trumpets
Bells ring
Death spreads
Untold chaos Lambs rising
Agape love is calling me
Power plays strength means fighting back
my whole being takes flight and surrenders all myself to Yeshua/Jesus
Thug Justice King of Kings coming to rule over all
No Objections no resistance survives
Every knee bows Every Tongue confesses To Him Goes all Glory now and Forever
Strings of men expands and retreat,
As clustering as consonants text.
They struggle with all strength!
On the long run, they could not hold their breaths.
They shrug till it fairs;
As one dragged the other out of fears,
To make the other see themselves simple,
While the other one's hope bubbles.
With less delight and pressure;
To account for cheers via their measure.
While waiting for as soon be so; lose their armor,
They keep the rope tight,
Swinging left and right,
And unmovable like marmor.
It is not about leaving the rope,
It's simply about losing hope.
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Death to the punk ass cops
Thug Life forever
Heavens a thugz Mansion
Tupac is chief of all war parties
Death to foolish Law
the Law
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.....
never hug a thug while he's looting
never hug a thug while he's shooting
he may place knives in your head
give you a face full of hot lead
only hug a thug when he's counting his booty
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
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