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Billy Malloy Poem
Since your sending bad vibes Recently, I want to know when did you your opinion think it Weaken.Me, I'm not a victim of Indecency, You can't make me feel less of a man and nobodys stripping me of my Dignity, But how can he think he's so right, if I’m not so wrong, And how can I stay strong, from what tormented me for so long, Suppressed drug memories, ya no like that one eminem song, If my life is a two way street, Why do I prolong, On this no where to go, One way to a dead end, Nobody to trust as a friend, Who won’t condescend On me, As I descend into her fake world of pretend, Where I refuse to mend, But still I comprehend on, What kinda vibes they both send, Now if my #ADHD goes off track, let me bring it back, Cause some time ago, I felt like my loyality under attack, I was belittled, looked at and questioned, Like I just got done stealing your pack, Now Im standing there holding heartfelt pain back, Realizing I just got hit by a Judgemental Smack, My feelings got butthurt, My eyes fought back tears, then I start to recall old fears from hagert playground days to past few years, Mind got Clouded For a moment I couldn’t think clear, then I realized they ed this much was clear, Wonder if these type of people are always near, A thought that might mess with my conscience, But Im glad I control my own damn mindset, Now Its clear to me they are meant to be together I bet, But it's my Judgement they just met, And the insecurities i hold dear are not yours "Do Ya Hear", I am survivor and im still here, So In this land of opportunity if I’m weak, Then fake people like you two are ruining me, And In my community, I deserve immunity, From your one sided close minded Opinions, Divided and misguided decisions, That was just my past incisions, So please Don’t start judging me, Like your closet is empty, See There’s a war being fought, Deadly drugs being brought, Coulda had me still distraught, But I’ve been brought up and taught, To go head on into battle, Strap up, without a saddle, Round up the fellas, like there cattle, Guy time, Drop the baby rattle, Go and Grab a paddle, If not, I'll row my own damn boat, Cuz others will always Laugh and joke, enclosed in glass and smoke, no passion to cope, to them I’m either, smashing everyone's hope
Or blasting more dope, Cuz it slashes my rope, I dont wanna crash and I croak, So I share what I know, Cuz I care and I grow, and I put this in poem the only way i know, but Beware of my no flow...
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Billy Malloy Poem
"KENSINGTON"
Written By: Billy Malloy
I choose the path of the lonely, bitter and obsolete, I picked up survival techniques to make ends meet, I learned life lessons from emotions of death being beat, in more ways than one, then again in repeat, I wear long sleeves to keep the track marks discrete, I got cold so went to my homies for heat, I got hungry so I went to my girls to eat, running tricks in bando's, leaving the stench of sweety feet, finding tons of broken lives incomplete, wondering why I was effected with this fight, drugs got me addicted inflicted with fright, overwhelmed by a needle not concerned with a bite, caught in dark Allyways copping with no light, my future no longer looking to bright, presuming that all my wrongs were right, " I have no where to rest, " It" right there in plain sight, I'm losing so much weight, I got no strength, no might, all this for a little delight, just another day in a KENSINGTON night, stories of fiens, insides dissected, livers infected, hitting pipes, poisoned injected, running from loved ones rejected, constantly dejected, ill respected, guardian angels repented, lying and scheming skills I dented, a hard on erected, tricking perfected, Kensington is a battlefield the life I accepted, taking food stamps to poppy stores, purse snatching, ba'hando lights flashing, living in gore, empty bags, crushed needles, Kensington nights never a bore, shell casings and more, health & diet -piss poor, number of meals a week prolly four, life of the survivor of the fittest, hard to the core, I saw, death, drug dealing, innocents took raw, breaking&entering, the law, "johns be pimping" tricks be tricking" drunks be sipping"dopers be dipping"
Always some kinda come up plan, you got supply and demand, take your , sell it to your man, scam after scam, she hit the pipe, he ran, corners deeper than the ku Klux Klan, sell everything in grams, strong as a group, but alone they can't stand, it is what it is, to be dirty and low, live stops, whips being towed, train track lights no longer glow, there's no control, living under the el, lonely and cold, got no picks, black and white, young or old, so remember Kensington will suck your blood and leave you with no soul, and truth be told, ppl struggling through the streets and rehab of all kinds, your dealing with monsters and demons and sick twisted minds, only to find, Kensington is a lifestyle that you must leave behind.........
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Billy Malloy Poem
"TO ME' US IS LIKE"
WrittenBy: BillyMalloy
?TO ME' US IS LIKE?, that exact moment in time, when two glances meet and every lasting love is manifested between two faith ridden souls or a second to late, when glances could of took place but just missed, ?TO ME' US IS LIKE?, mended dreams of each other unseen, soaking up the sun on warm beaches as rays beem, while sweat drips down your lips, lust we sip, ?TO ME' US IS LIKE?, the fiery combustion of organs pumping funeral music, but at the same time, a sign of new life, as tears of joy and sadness roll down together, ?TO ME' US IS LIKE?, watching life hoarder boxes and putting your sins in bins, bent from burdens of past pain, stomach drop in knots, but in the end, we're all we got, ?TO ME' US IS LIKE?, being dirty and low, but at the same time, being clean and hi, saying hello, but never saying goodbye, ?TO ME' US IS LIKE?, being lonely and cold, but warm and bold, deep minds together that bind, hearts that are one of a kind, starting over without hitting rewind, ?TO ME' US IS LIKE?, woman and man, child and teen, palms to your hand, happy and mean , with feathers to catch all your dreams, ?TO ME' US IS LIKE?, a map with no direction, a hard'on with no erection, a mirror without a reflection, and a gavel but no objection, ?TO ME' US IS LIKE?, back to the future, but on time, like spices, no tyme, a rap without no rhyme, and stopping without a sign, ?TO ME' US IS LIKE?, flying around with no sense of flight, having a location without a site, being guilty with no conviction, and winning your heart without any suspicion....
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Billy Malloy Poem
"Addiction"
WrittenBy: Billy Malloy..
Addiction how can you sentence me ? Who are you my judge ?.. i got Habits not leaving , nope wont even budge...William Malloy, that's my god giving name , playing with drugs soon became my game , But the real story, is inside ,"Depression" , sad but yet all the same , You lose trust in everyone "Lying Shame" , Stay true , dunno why I'm Lost "Crying Lame" Yelling leave me alone"I'm Fine" when inside I’m dying , With a laugh as fake as tears , "I Weep" , I'm Done, Kensington's now yours "You Keep , Trust my words tho , Inability to move , is not from lack of trying... Wanting my mothers love "Her Words Denying" , Happiness wasnt always a choice , "Crying" , “You’re not trying hard enough” ,whats that all about ,"She Shouts" “You have nothing to be depressed about? ,"Na Mom" , just the landlord putting us out , No one would choose this drug ,"Ever" , I’ve been fighting for years ,this addiction " Had Several"
I wish it were that easy , cause everyone would win ,.. All I know , Is when i wanted something?" I Fished Out".."Sinned".. That’s my problem family , you can't help me with , now I see , Demons in my head , never sleep, "Leave Me Be" , it dont ever stop , I can hear all its lies , everyone i ever loved "Now Died" , we all see our weight slipping away ,That crushing hurt inside "s Not Ok" , We all know, drugs suck , "yet we still pay" , But only to keep the demon at bay.... And now Families are starting to pay addiction attention , but never said anything to us, "so why the" Mention", ... And rehab homie has nothing good to report , it's not about your clothes, your money or pack Newport... see me ,I want out , im done , what the , help me! ..... But it's cool you decided to do nothing"But Ignore" ...Now This disease got me running around like im its "Crack Whore"...... When did we lose our morals ....fkn drugs got me seeing double"Plurer"....
Living in kensington , makes us believe this life is Fine , But all you see is too many lost souls walking around "Blind".... Some people live secret lives , some inject kids!! some sell their wives!!..hearts now broken "No Cast"..we needa put this addiction in the rearview "The Past" Drugs change you "How to Look"Who to Love"When to Laugh"..Once a well dressed human being "Now Smells"No Bath" ..maybe Just maybe , we should stop saying ,yo “I’m fine.” and try showing the message differently then a man begging "With A Sign" ..
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Billy Malloy Poem
"Addiction"
Written By: Harry Berry
All ya think yous know my pain, but no one really knows, for those of you that think you do, let me tell ya how it goes, The sickness is unbearable, you'll never know the feeling, but in do time, ill be fine, higher then the ceiling, the chills, cold sweets, you'll never forget, your body aint the same, all the ones that ever cared for you, now stare at you in shame, your family loses trust in you, but you cant figure out why, theres not much they can really do for you, but sit there crying, slowly watching you die, your losing everything you had, its happen so quick, your boasting malls for Tylenol, and begging because your sick, everything that mattered, is now totally shattered, its a unreal fiction, but before you know it, your at rock bottom, so welcome to addiction, So if you still think, i do this because i think its fun, hand me the syringe right there, and ill show you how its done, just sit back and relax, now close your eyes, this wont cause YOU that much harm, 10 , 20 , 30 units flow thru your arm, now tell me again, for real how does it feel, to live the way i do, so dont ever judge me again my friend, you dont know what the hell i go through ....
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Addictive tendencies Looming ...
Relapse time is Blooming ...
Struggling removing thoughts on Using ...
Enhanced temptations Consuming ...
Life isn't supposed to be this Confusion ...
I'm sick and tired of always drug Abusing ...
In hopes that I'll feel a little Whoosing ...
My ADHDs unable to accept Losing ...
Distorted self perception from my Choosing ...
Thoughts of deception starting Cursing ...
Cancerous memories that would haunt Suzan ...
The drugs aren't even that Amusing ...
Complex solutions from situations Fusing ...
Illogucal fears insterted shadowed Illusions ..
Withdrawal consumed struggle Loosing ..
Voices telling me to stop fighting and keep Using ...
But I'm tired of re-runs of self Abusing ..
I rather reign fire on fools Phurusing ..
Settlement of my goals like I'm Sueing ..
Remind myself that doubts over Flowing ...
Beating addiction again without nobody even Knowing ...
Switched lanes never sides loyalty still Showing ...
Let you go No Shame No Apologizes ever Owing ...
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