![]() thug life...A Poem by baxa
I burn my thoughts, writing too slow, ideas coming I should borrow some weed s**t, to make the rhymes come to the right side, where we rolling with my thugs, nine guns, two machine guns, and some other stuffs, to blow this country out of world, without words, I'm writing too slow and can't let my rhymes come to right place, it's an sorrow, I could see who you are, make you mine, and take you on our side. with no pipes, just an bottle and crack make us happy and we celebrate our celebrity days, nights are for us, for the real thugs, thugs under the gods, they can't see us, we hide too damn good, so we could light the s**t that makes us bleed and forget who we used to be, on the moonlight, romantic thoughts killing me and then it grows up till the end, so now it's dead. as I said I'm writing too slow and my ideas are gone, i should borrow a shelter for this rhymes. Bright days and night, cold hearted saints who can't help us and won't help us if they could, i lost my mood, changed it for some warm hearted man, who can understand me, and again the same scene, same thoughts killing my lungs, repeat that beat this b***h is trying to write something, at least it comes to nothing cause I'm writing too slow, so i blow this white s**t, inside me,
to write faster and make my feelings touch her feelings, bleedings don't stop, i can't react, i bleed so much blood that no one can bleed, but it was for my own good, like robinhood saved a girl, i saved my mate from the cold day and hate grown n****s on the street, they made us bleed, so we can't step up, we just go through them eyes, and the street barriers getting higher for us. Kinda we smoke here blunt so you f**k off, we can't f**k off, we ride all wheel drive off road, we taking it over tomorrow. I don't know how does so many rhymes come to my head, but they won't stay if i don't write it down, for sure make some copy to collect my thoughts they are gold, and no one can hold the truth, I'm on same mood, need some good s**t and seed a good thing, to let it grow in my heart is cold, outside world making some moans like a brand new b***h, who's not simmilar to new dicks, i have to make some money with my hands and thoughts, thousend times i refused clowns who try to lead me the wrong way, so i will stay on my side till the and comes to them eyes, and cross the river with my street guys, nine shots ten killed, one dead by heart attack cause all his bros where already on the othere side. Day is bright night is cold but we bowl at the night storms, against our guesse, time passed and god has blessed us as real thugs. Don't stop don't show don't go don't blow if we act so then what's our lifes? An sorrow? No man we can't stop, we will show the real power of blow, making our lungs bleed and it seems we had to leave but we're still here. With nine gun skills, two machine guns and some other stuffs... Light my sigaret my way is so upset that I can't get back again to the same set. King is dead, queen is dead, so society, makes us kinda of soviets, no rule, no faith, no hope, so great! But our life ruined by other souls, reunited our guns and stand up against soviet, we have nothing to gain, there is only a simple pain, that makes our lifes as plain, disordered places, and again same scared faces, when they see their death in our hands, seeking not to kill it seemed we had a good deal... Don't let it go it's yours and don't let them say you are lost, they don't know what they know, and this people gonna feed us as real mans and woman? Come along I'll show U the way and the road, so take it slow and on your own, make it grow in your heart and seed some good stuff. Dogs bark they want to know you are a friend or enemy, no words, you are going inside and then gon gluks make you feel like a g, gangstas be like a family till it come to money, its time to take some affirmative actions make things right and defend your own right, here take the mic, hear them say you are afraid so you can rape them. Kids come to me, asked what's the real thing to do, I was like silent, and silently looked away to find a way for answering them, I don't even know what to do in the life, my brain blow of thinking but nothing came out so now they don't know what to do in them lifes.
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Added on June 29, 2015 Last Updated on June 29, 2015 Author |