Quiet Poetry Lounge : My style is corrupt as the money pile up like saving bonds

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by rhymebad, Nov 7, 2007.

  1. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    My style is corrupt as the money pile up like saving bonds
    Craving for fun and not bazaar guns find myself slaving beyond
    A nine to five job, walk easy and talk sleezy fought with greasy
    MC’S my thumb hurt now, siting out in the wind kinda breezy
    with words do a surprise attack using wise facts realize my back
    unprotected my movie star act is rejected rcognize I need to backtrack
    my life a **** disaster want power like the wife of an Ambassador
    Rip through static with diplomatic knives like highlander a sword crafter
    reading a bold novel trying to become a role model and then a master
    with anointed visions appointed on missions to bring about peace ever after
    my psycho topics are microscopics cats can’t see me with
    glasses on, tashes zones like leaky garbage trucks no gift
    being a jitterbug and seeing as a bitter thug handcuffs drift
    imprisioned unjustly so my visions are rusty no bale assigned
    have to do jail time with a failed mind, a pathetic rape online
    caught on a magnetic tape press rewind a medic made a great find
    through DNA
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    dat's da way like can deal
    at any will from da feel
    a price to pay what a bill
    as i sit twistin in meal
    just before my words squill
    tyte joint here bruh !
     
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