Details |
Douglas Johnson Poem
Just take a second now, to finally think
of what its like to talk to someone with a fear of speakin to peeps
Or how some will be fearin while they crossin the street
While you be up there on top thinking my words are weak
You say ima freak, Insane in my brain
When you just sittin there, all afraid of the pain
that imma unleash on you while i be takin the fame
man, im just here to finaly take my claim
you google me when you tryna look meh up,
wonderin how it was that i stole your little pick me ups
wonderin why its me that ended up on top
knowin dat theres nothin that'll make me stop
you like a baby with no bottle
that hates being cottled
all you do is start to wattle
while im pushin full throttle
Man i just got started and im already done
like a sunday night mass to a catholic nun
To be honest man this was hella fun
But im outta time so i gotta run
So ill talk to yah later
unless you still a hater
who thinks they some big bad ass nasty skater
Oh well man,at least i tried,
but your brain man, Damn it outta be fried
still wonderin how it is that i got signed...
well here lemme be the bigger guy
(Walks away)
Copyright © Douglas Johnson | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Douglas Johnson Poem
When you sit back and look at your life
What can you see, Whats pops up in your mind
Is it the people thats been nice and kind
or the darkness creeping up from behind
No matter who you are, theres always two sides of life
And that cant change no matter how hard you try
You try to right your wrongs, But its like tryna swim with both your hands tied
You drowning in all these pitiful lies
Throwing your hands tryna grasp the skies
You try to fight and fight but nothings makin it right
Show yourself that you changed your ways
Stop callin all the people you hate gay
Dont kick around the homeless like some stray
Karmas a bitch, A bitch that'll make you pay
There is no right or wrong way
just the game of life and you gotta do as it says
You cant kick back and say your lifes been all straight,
Just cuz you got a job and food on your plate
Or cuz you go out on the streets and Just skate all day
You have a chance to change what karma will take
Its easy and free, like Trumps gold digger bitch on a date
Show yourself when others aint around
that your different and not tryna show off y'alls crown
Wanting all to know your the goody goody of the town
Cuz when you do, all you looking like is some doopy ass clown
Karma's not a racist, or sexist.. no cop so stop
Just cuz you gay or colored dont mean you cant be on top
Let your ambitious smiles be lifes cash crop
And you may ball hard but dont go lettin yourself flop
Instead commit
Show karma this shits legit
you thinkin it cant fit
But thats just your thoughts, Y'all can make it
Dont dig yourself a deeper pit
Instead... Pull yourself out that shit....
Thats my thoughts,
Just a tip....
Copyright © Douglas Johnson | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Douglas Johnson Poem
Im honest, I got nothing to write
so i sit here thinking if what im doings all right
wondering what are the words that imma have to spite
when im down there in the D When im facing the mic
This music, the beats it all just feels so right
but nothings coming out when i start wanting to type
Its all in my brain,and i know that despite
but none the less im here and i came to fight
Lookin down the road my lifes been down
seeing all those faces seeing all them frowns
all Sad when they here that im back in town
Feeling like, i had been stealing their crowns
i not Meaning no harm
Not tryna take Your lucky charms
I aint tryna be breaking Your Hearts
Im just tryna make them feel warm
Close the wounds from the past
im Like a rocket ships blast
im gone within a flash
feeling like these words may be my last
Then realize the hook is all that i've clasped
Copyright © Douglas Johnson | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Douglas Johnson Poem
As kids we would lay in bed wondering,
Wondering what the next morning could be filled with,
filled with family or food or presents or candle lighting,
lighting of candles to lighting others hearts,
hearts beating when first family had arrived,
arrived from the days long trip...
As teens we lay upon our beds and think,
think of the cliche greetings to give the next day,
day 25 of the month meaning family and food with annoying kids,
kids running around and around like a figure eight,
Eight maids a milking... at least thats what they say
say can i go to bed its the end of the day???...
As adults we lay upon our bed for all but Tens of minutes,
Minutes we count down to so we can finally finish,
finish the placing of gifts or eating cookies,
cookies for santa or snacks for others,
others soon to arrive.. time flew by! oh brother
Brothers and sisters shaking us awake
awake we become for they just cant wait,
wait for them to get their hands on the gifts or food,
food arrives as well as family,
family reunion is about to happen
Happen as they finally begin unwrapping...
As Grandparents we lay upon our bed and think,
think back of the days of which are almost here,
here we are together with no fear,
fear of arriving to our son in laws late,
late bed time for us the night before,
before 5 PM we start to snooze,
snooze we'd hit if we were teens,
teens greet us as we walk in the door
door carolers and family and food galore...
Copyright © Douglas Johnson | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Douglas Johnson Poem
they asking why its i, the doesn't cry
frowing away from the tears,to shy
its the same reason y'all don't fight
when the governments acting like they always right
its the fear, that somethings near, its like its right there
but theres none else that even cares
I get that shit, asking why i do it
when i screw it up when shit gets thick but show nothing like i could give two shits
Its me, and this is how i do it
Chorus
Listening to this beat, moving my feet
but knowing what i writes coming up weak
thinking the job shit ain't really all on fleak
but i try, no matter how hard it may seem
see, that the difference, to hide it
rather then exploit it, that the shit
that makes me feel like i fit
you don't know the feeling?
like none of this shits appealing,
like the final door is finally sealing
and no other way can you be healing
Chorus
The tears i cry, made me the present guy
going through shit, having my best friend die
and living my life like its one big lie
I seen my life turn
the way fires burn
and its a cycle and i never seem to learn
but still i search with no concern
this the way i live
i strive, to find the real reason why
i don't like to cry i show that by how i shy,
its not cuz imma guy, even when my friends have died
i show them through the ways i act,
and that my only fact
like walking on a floor of tacks
its like i could give two craps but i do i show it i do i wish that i could live it too
but i need someone to help me through
its true,i do i need my helper
i need you...
Copyright © Douglas Johnson | Year Posted 2015
|