Black Poetry : Sense of Security

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  1. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Sense of Security

    In a dumb zone with strategy have become known gradually
    Winner of fame in quothes plus entertain folks, heartfelt madly
    Unite leagues and fight tatigues it get tiresome when fire come
    On microphone duck the heat and hope for luck on streets, rum
    And out my pocket when I stunt in front of gas pumps know when
    To stop, even pathetic and hard with a credit card stuff a trend
    Got into a renown world founded a girl now a brother with candies
    “look boo what color is your panties”? “they red like some nannies”
    Girl your wig’s sweet when it comes to pig feet I cook em whole
    And like a crooked pole stand slanting demand to be planting bold
    Bold thoughts in your head” look I’m not a chump soldier because
    I jump over punk’s shoulders to avoid petty animosity must pause
    One pan od curiosityh can slow your toll end with rust and flaws
    Now I got the streets clogged you can’t leapfrog over my script
    Got feet bogged down like cars stuck in mud struck bazaar scrubs in the lips
    Keep my brain in college just to gain knowledge and skills while
    Garbage spill in streets, learn by trial and error kill with my style
    It’s wild terror //
    Life’s corrupt and strange made and abrupt change in rap
    My flow’s dense and go against the system rearrange crap
    Need a great chance because like a break dance got me spinning
    On my head like Turbo and Ozone, this is just the beginning
    Now drink rum in the dark because my plan has come apart
    After a dumb start with gambling not handling my money sparked
    Low self esteem needed a deft scheme to progress sourly enraged
    Getting low hourly wage had to make a move turn a new page
    Prevailed with hate had to make a jailbreak from reality the stage
    Was my chance Hollywood golly that’s good but couldn’t behave
    Crime on my mind no true desgn end up doing time on a bank rob
    Had the brain of a blank slob but thank god I’m alive so my doorknob
    Turned hardcore learned the magnificent different from right and wrong
    Fight strong just to survive and trust my archive a long flight home
    Got a hot attitude with flavor like chopped food a boss guy with apparatus
    And I won’t falsify my status it really cost to fly as planes are aimed at us
     
  2. Clyde C Coger Jr

    Clyde C Coger Jr going above and beyond PREMIUM MEMBER

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    In the Spirit of Sankofa!




    rhymebad,

    Another..........badrhyme!

     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    awesome scribing in a lyrical bliss ...flow on bruh !
     
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    Dropping those rhymes like wildfire rhymebad, do your thing.
     
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