Ghetto Poetry

[MASSIKAH]

This is somethin knew. its not dissin n-e-body.

Live news on channel 2,
another nigga dies/
his mom is in the room,
all you hear is cries/
why o why do we do what we do/
rumor has it you're tryin' to kill me,
fa sho I'ma try to kill you/
I got a '98 Gator on dubbs,
but what good does that do me/
'cause now all my homies got that look
like they wanna shoot me/
thats one of the reasons
I keep the strap under my seat/
'cause I at least wanna live
to see the age of 43/
but if I get jacked by the police/
I'm caught with a concealed heat/
and that equals time away from my daughter
in the penatentary/
I got niggaz that hate me/
cause they ain't me/
so now they wanna erase me/
and hell naw they ain't thinkin about
my 10 month old baby/
its a shame that niggaz wanna
dump 10 in me/
but with the clikk I roll wit,
I pray for my enemy/
So if you thinkin 'bout harmin my daughter,
or touchin' my little brother Skillastic?!/
YOU'LL FEEL THE WRATH OF THIS MASS-BASTARD/
MY NIGGAS WILL PUT YOUR FAMILY IN CLOSE CASKETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!/

Thats real talk from the heart.
HOLLA ATCHABOY!!!!!!!!!!

[MASSIKAH]

no battles in here just ghetto poetry or comments plz.

[maxi-padz]

daz real nice nigga
peace
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[Hatesrats™]

Ghetto poetry.........
Just a quik line about a little adventure I had when I was a youngan......in tha mentality of a Baby boy

Tha first sin out the womb
waz a promize of doom
a dying boy become a Dead man way befor soon
lizten
to whom it may concern this is my last letta
Wish I could spell and write betta
just a drop out with not enough know...to know betta
Thatz my way of speech
I waz raized on fried bolonga & grilled cheeze
free government fundz every first thru' 15th
That's grocery day....
I love Kix & juice
as much az grape and butta blocks & peanut too
remember back in the dayz
those were the wayz of a forgotten daze
When He-man and stealing ruled my brain waves
runnin' out the stop N' go
only I never stopped' just go
expecialy after me and my cousin got chaised by 5-0
Through the street
passed the meat.....(stop & pause)
market
with the little window in the back we used to target
slipped in the back seat
busted on C street
left with the mental of gettin' my ass beat
That's old school
the only class I can remember
of hard knocks
cause my learnig came in the "Winter" for spending the summer
locked up
through my years there's nuthin' to brag
just a victum of seeing to much to to have had a good life
I'll remember that story of crazy kidz in all their worry
making up their own path of success
or failed glory
the old friends who have since passed
or stuck in a cage contemplating the last..(pause)
time we kicked it
writting some more chapterz of "Illiterite" rhyme
The most knowledgable poet of all time
is the one who lives and feels his every line.............

[SKiLLaZTiC]

Thiz iz some real shit straight out ma heart so peep thiz shit....

i can't think half of tha time
so ima spit some shit frum tha heart and turn it into a poetry rhyme
when i wuz younger u can say it wuz sad
cuz i looked up 2 ma mother and ma brother fuck ma dead beat dad
that ol scared like a poodle azz punk azz fag
he probably somewhere straight dressed in drag
i had a step dad but he hopen i don't see him 2
i'll probably kill him 4 tha shit he put ma family through
tha motha fucka fucked up when i wuz about 7
he lucky at that age i didn't committe a 187
punk motha fucka put hiz handz on ma mom
i kept calm even though i felt like a self made time bomb
thatz on ma mom i woulda took hiz life!!!!
i woulda put tha gun 2 hiz head and not think twice!!!
betta yet thatz on ma life cuz my mom iz ma heart
i feel a tear about 2 drop so im not even gone start
all thoze timez me and ma siblingz used to sit and cry
wondering why hez beating on her and why he won't juzt die
but itz alright yall he gone git wutz already comin
so when i see him ima beatum so he better start runnin
bout 6 yearz ago he fucked up and tried ma brother
young 15 year old azz buff motha fucker
beat hiz azz around tha houze witout a fear in hiz mind
dude went 2 jail 4 a long motha fuckin time
so 4 wut ma brotha did 4 my mom by whoopin old dude azz
i look at him azz a father figure almost a dad
so to ma brotha Massikah till tha day i die my life iz 4 u
there 4 u any motha fuckin time!!

2 ma brotha Massikah u aint eva alone. I got cho back 4 ever nigga u, mom, and our lil brother and sister aint gotta worrie bout shit az long az i'm here.
1 luv.

[Hatesrats™]

Nice work homiez.....that's it

this post is perfect...platinum posts from the sick clique.....

no need for any re-up's

"SKill"...that last one was the shit......That's Gangsta...

better yet Gangsta poetry....frum tha Heart