A Poem For The Thought
Get outta my head,
I want you dead,
your like a weed
you like to choke my plants all to satsisfy your feed
You Go around influcancing people
with thoughts that they're the king shit of the town
Later that day they been draggged on down below the ground
sometimes you come through, but most of the time
You help break hearts, families, friends, wallets, budgets, arms, limbs, trees, mommy, crackhead fred
Your the False Need,
I like to give you a name, A name called Greed.
(for National Poem Month, I guess.)
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THESE DAAMN HOOD PUNKS GOT ME SINGING THE BLUES,
RUNNIN THEY MOUTHS ALL THE TIME,
ITS SO DAMN WHACK, I WANNA GO CHUCK NORRIS CRACK EM IN DA HEAD WITH A KARATE CHOP.
Roach, "Don't tell me what to do you soft ass nigga." Tony, "Well you can leave then." Man I respect Tony, he was in a bad mood too. And he kept his cool. I know if that guy was at my house, running his mouth like that. I would pick him up and bear hug his bitch ass. If he trys swinging, oh booy he had another thang coming. EWWW WHHEEE
HAHAHA I wonder why I call my Hood, a "Hood." Sure there is a gang that runs it, GD (Growth 'N Development) Same color as Crips, GD was founded and developed in Chicago and its mainly a midwest gang. BUT, I LIVE IN A DRAMA HOOD. "SHELA SAID YOU CALLED ME A WHORE." "UGH UH BITCH! THAT SHELA IS A WHORE." "WHAT YOU SAY BITCH?" "BITCH PLEASE.... MY BOOBIES ARE BIGGER THAN YOUR MOUTH" "BITCH, YOUR VAGINA IS LOOSER MY MOUTH" OHHHHHHHHH (Its worse than that irl)
I can't be talking shit about my hood now without a positive aspect, ya hear? There are some cool people though. Very cool people I've been hanging out with recently. I guess thats all the positive aspects you really need about a place. When you got little kids rolling around in the hood thinking they're hard, challanging you to a fight when you know that you can down these punks with a Bearhug. (I love Bearhugs! Thats my new favorite move.)
I have to say this though, no matter how long, or how hard I roam my streets with friends or on my own. Theres always something missing,
My counsalur tells me "It seems to me Cody, that your searching for something extraordinary." Or w/e it was along them lines, the point is. There really is something missing. And no matter how hard I try to look, I can't find it. Is it Love? Is it this need to find that very specal friend? What should I do in my carrer? Is music really for me?
The only thing I can do is either stop for rest, or continue to move forward. I keep on fighting, but there is really no reason left to fight, when your up against yourself. Man, I'm tired of being Angry
I want you dead,
your like a weed
you like to choke my plants all to satsisfy your feed
You Go around influcancing people
with thoughts that they're the king shit of the town
Later that day they been draggged on down below the ground
sometimes you come through, but most of the time
You help break hearts, families, friends, wallets, budgets, arms, limbs, trees, mommy, crackhead fred
Your the False Need,
I like to give you a name, A name called Greed.
(for National Poem Month, I guess.)
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THESE DAAMN HOOD PUNKS GOT ME SINGING THE BLUES,
RUNNIN THEY MOUTHS ALL THE TIME,
ITS SO DAMN WHACK, I WANNA GO CHUCK NORRIS CRACK EM IN DA HEAD WITH A KARATE CHOP.
Roach, "Don't tell me what to do you soft ass nigga." Tony, "Well you can leave then." Man I respect Tony, he was in a bad mood too. And he kept his cool. I know if that guy was at my house, running his mouth like that. I would pick him up and bear hug his bitch ass. If he trys swinging, oh booy he had another thang coming. EWWW WHHEEE
HAHAHA I wonder why I call my Hood, a "Hood." Sure there is a gang that runs it, GD (Growth 'N Development) Same color as Crips, GD was founded and developed in Chicago and its mainly a midwest gang. BUT, I LIVE IN A DRAMA HOOD. "SHELA SAID YOU CALLED ME A WHORE." "UGH UH BITCH! THAT SHELA IS A WHORE." "WHAT YOU SAY BITCH?" "BITCH PLEASE.... MY BOOBIES ARE BIGGER THAN YOUR MOUTH" "BITCH, YOUR VAGINA IS LOOSER MY MOUTH" OHHHHHHHHH (Its worse than that irl)
I can't be talking shit about my hood now without a positive aspect, ya hear? There are some cool people though. Very cool people I've been hanging out with recently. I guess thats all the positive aspects you really need about a place. When you got little kids rolling around in the hood thinking they're hard, challanging you to a fight when you know that you can down these punks with a Bearhug. (I love Bearhugs! Thats my new favorite move.)
I have to say this though, no matter how long, or how hard I roam my streets with friends or on my own. Theres always something missing,
My counsalur tells me "It seems to me Cody, that your searching for something extraordinary." Or w/e it was along them lines, the point is. There really is something missing. And no matter how hard I try to look, I can't find it. Is it Love? Is it this need to find that very specal friend? What should I do in my carrer? Is music really for me?
The only thing I can do is either stop for rest, or continue to move forward. I keep on fighting, but there is really no reason left to fight, when your up against yourself. Man, I'm tired of being Angry