Poetry night with BT "HOLLA" out if you know me!
 

My blues

As I sit with no feelings my mind travels dark roads,
In the middle of the night all the toll booths are closed.
With no where to go I reflect on my bent past,
All like broken glass, from years of living it fast.
Drug deals had me hustling my youth under water,
I look back and feel pain like the pigs that I slaughtered.
I believed everyone looked up to me, in my world I can?t see,
The pain and suffering I was inflicting upon my loved ones.
The people who believed in my lies that left them with cries,
With no comprise to undo curse of drugs and alcohol super sized.
Will it end? Better yet where did it begin? I'm bottled up in my soul full of sin.
Let the games begin and I?ll show you a champ, I?m a team player,
Let?s forget my head cramps, only memories don?t die they just fade away,
And wonder why my friends don?t come out to play. Let?s just say,
I dug ditches for riches but riches just bleed, in my life full of greed,
Why did God plant my seed? To blossom, be strong and undo all the wrong?
My decisions were fast, which left me to crash, my fifty yard dash,
Where life does not last. I?m sorry, I?m said, I?m remorseful, and I?m blue,
At that age in my struggle I never thought of another, my sisters, my brothers,
My mom and my dad, I thought of suicide but then they would be sad.
Not me my heart is stone, I?ll leave you my clone, to be left alone.
In a world that is fucked up because I choose the wrong paths,
I could have just said NO and that slogan could have grown or just slowed,
The pain, the suffering, the drugs, the sleepless nights, the enemies that tried,
To destroy all my light, why all of this? I am crazy, I am sick, I am dumb.
With the click of a barrel I?d be comfortably numb, Let the drum roll,
I?ll click it like a summer night?s cricket. I?d rather live longer
Try hard just to stick it, out with no doubts, let time take its toll,
Hang tough with my mental thru rainy days in cold but I am
Optimistic and my strength beat up on my weaknesses so I sit before
Myself and wonder why, why, why and I just shake my head.
?I can?t leave this place without making my bed.? BT

swizzle :thumbsup

Just a little semi something I got hundreds in my home of poems..... Maybe its time to spit some sunshine and rain

Deep bro.. here is my reply

On My Roof Top

Im sitting ontop of my roof
God's tears fall on my head
Contemplating suicide alone in my bed
Mad violence in the world, bullets are shed
No more watching television the screen has turned red
The world is flippin upside down
Changes in time, I wish I knew the future
So I could rewind, but theres more to this bottle of wine.
Even god seems a little diffused, when he watches the news
How could his creations abuse without clue
A species of man has turned into a species of hate
The bible claims the end of the world, n' each of our fate
But i dont know who 2 believe anymore, the bible or dad?
Everytime i speak to him i only get sad..
He shares with me the truth and inside it does pain
Im sitting on my roof top drinking the rain.

-Oterror

my work http://www.unlikelystories.org/old/a...s/bradley.html

Thats some nice shit BT. I didnt know u wrote poetry. Mad props to my homie BT!!!! :thumbsup

You gonna be at the show tomorrow BT?
WG

Sure thang you feel like doing some ribs lets ride one afternoon

Your new nick should be "BT Shakur"

Good shit

hahahhaha I'm just searching my history and finding shit. Here is one for my niggaz

THE FUTURE FOR ME

The future see is like a bumble bee with sting that could cripple your knees,
I see so much prejudice it could give you a freeze, on your tongue, you know
The feeling I get from the scudder, that butter that?s making victims week.
From the hookers to sheiks, still up from last week? ha-ha I?m not lying your
Fat bitch she?s trying, to blame it on the white man, it?s his plan, I don?t understand.
In demand from the black panthers to clans, KKK, I?m white and I ran.
Keep it real, from the hatred I?m stealing as a white social comilian, blending in with my plan,
Unified the land, you think I am crazy? You should have meet my older brother,
Who gave up my mother for some cult that left us insult for years, no tear, just plenty of beers?
And fears that I may fall the victim of the same mental that follows in paths, but black friends
Bubbled my baths with broken homes and warm class, from the rides on handle bars of his bike,
My world took the turn pike of hood rats and spikes; I love lesbians but beat up their dikes.
Together we stand, divided we fall but I?m standing tall in the hood with my draws,
Blasting Lou Rawls, grabbing my balls, and never lose touch of my friends when they call.

The realist shit I ever spit. Stranahan mother fuckerz

You're a deep mofo. That's hard ass shit.

BT...solid, very solid.

I used to do a bit o' poetry myself. Hhmm...might have to dig some up.

good to hear I am waking up from the dead so its nice to find some old poetry

Blast out

good stuff!!!

for a white boy ..... haha

good stuff man

damn that was really tough.....awesome man !!

"Thats my baby daddy, thats just my baby daddy" Whoa, now thats a classic:thumbsup

i just wrote it now.......what you think??


Let's gather around the circle and blast apples for pi(s)
while at it, let them take the last 3 puffs before the resin rise...
Found out it took 13 tokers plus + the 1one last judas to hang the world with the last lies...Seen the world's sun rise in the eastern horizon before the 4 horsemen arrived....Nevertheless, we still live in the age of Apocalypse Now and the angels are still not telling us without charlie sheen's warning pops.........Fairly said, they say the doomsday messages was trickling and warning across the humanity like the globetrotter pass, but somehow we still remain in 4four perfect circles like racial lines....click, click, click, click like the mouse but this time around adam does not have his remote to control the world's disguise......Let's face it, imitation to creation is not even going to bring back eve's first sexual enterprise......

Flood or no flood, we still seen the towers drop like the roller coaster rides... Game or no game, the typhoons came waaaay after the noah's ark arrived.....
Flame to Fire, oh yeah we also seen Dante trading his texts to sodom for the real hell fire to arise.....John Blaze!!!

If somehow we look passed beyond this municipal parking lot, then we all might see the real clown juggling the universe with his pay pal accounts....

"If somehow we look passed beyond this municipal parking lot, then we all might see the real clown juggling the universe with his pay pal accounts...."

LOL well put!

I am the true apocalyptic warrior poet coming from the 7 seas,
of 2006 summer overthrown with disease, and war!! What the fuck are
we here 4? The people with the money are the fucking whores, with money
offshores, but soon the goverment will knock down those doors, sipping blood
from my pores. eat your heart to the core, My 4 horseman will lift you up if your
poor. "She'll be coming around the moutian when she comes, she be coming around
the mountian, she'll be coming around the mountian when she comes"
So watch out for the hitman, got his life all planned, with all his shit in the back
of his van, whats the plan? I don't know, I just flow with the under toe and hope
all of my bitches don't take off to hoe. Pimp or be pimped said the pimp with
the limp, beyond that I am just waiting for the next good year blimp. Out like the wind, as my story begins remember my slogan when heart aches with in!! "You will remember my name" That was one for Gipper

Damn I need to goto bed now watching too much world news:helpme