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Poetik MC
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Fri Mar 14, 2008 10:44 pm

I’m addicted to the game

A world of evil nature,

Hateful thoughts and constant pain.

Gangbangin and dope slangin

Was the life that I was gave.

From the womb of a lonely Mother,

To the streets I was made.

A broken home, a shattered heart,

No lights ever revealed,

The cries of a burning baby,

With the flames needing to be shield.

The pain in my heart

Was slowed down by violence.

But then I was alone,

Coming down left with silence.

The pain was still there,

Even stronger than before,

So off to the streets I headed

In search of a violent war.

I really need help

Because I’m hurting inside,

And with the addictions to this game,

Many people have died.

I don’t wanna leave this life

Searchin for ways to cover the pain

Always searchin after the first time

Because the high is never the same.

Doin anything for the game

Losing family and killing the brain

Failing to realize the fact

That I’m the one implanting the pain.

Like the leaves of a tree,

I continue to fall

Into a hole darkened by anger

With pain that’s barely small.

See I want to stand up

And be able to stand tall

But before a baby can walk,

A baby must learn to crawl.

With all this said and done,

I’m now realizing my pain.

By taking the first step to getting help,

And admitting I’m addicted to the game.
Mdaave
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Sat Mar 15, 2008 9:38 pm

Even if they showed me drugs, they showed a young brother love - Dear mama by Tupac

Your poem reminds me about his track.
floetic_soul
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Sun Mar 16, 2008 4:49 am

nice. Sometimes I feel that if everyone were to just put down the guns gang banging would end but I forget that these kids out here are brought into it not by choice but by instinct. The streets is raising em. I forget gangbanging is not a trend that can simply wear itself out but a lifestyle. Old habits die hard... ANYWAY!

Very nice poem. As you can see it got me thinkin lol.
Q da Gizzle
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Wed Apr 09, 2008 4:19 pm

[quote name="Poetik MC"]I’m addicted to the game

A world of evil nature,

Hateful thoughts and constant pain.

Gangbangin and dope slangin

Was the life that I was gave.

From the womb of a lonely Mother,

To the streets I was made.

A broken home, a shattered heart,

No lights ever revealed,

The cries of a burning baby,

With the flames needing to be shield.

The pain in my heart

Was slowed down by violence.

But then I was alone,

Coming down left with silence.

The pain was still there,

Even stronger than before,

So off to the streets I headed

In search of a violent war.

I really need help

Because I’m hurting inside,

And with the addictions to this game,

Many people have died.

I don’t wanna leave this life

Searchin for ways to cover the pain

Always searchin after the first time

Because the high is never the same.

Doin anything for the game

Losing family and killing the brain

Failing to realize the fact

That I’m the one implanting the pain.

Like the leaves of a tree,

I continue to fall

Into a hole darkened by anger

With pain that’s barely small.

See I want to stand up

And be able to stand tall

But before a baby can walk,

A baby must learn to crawl.

With all this said and done,

I’m now realizing my pain.

By taking the first step to getting help,

And admitting I’m addicted to the game.[/quote]

My word! how better cud anyone hold it down huh? That was one of the world's best Mc's Poetic MC hold in it down to earth. I mean, wasnt that piece just so down to earth? Big ups pal. that piece right there is that sh**t that manures dem plants.lol
megajeezle1
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Wed Apr 09, 2008 8:34 pm

[quote name="Poetik MC"]I’m addicted to the game

A world of evil nature,

Hateful thoughts and constant pain.

Gangbangin and dope slangin

Was the life that I was gave.

From the womb of a lonely Mother,

To the streets I was made.

A broken home, a shattered heart,

No lights ever revealed,

The cries of a burning baby,

With the flames needing to be shield.

The pain in my heart

Was slowed down by violence.

But then I was alone,

Coming down left with silence.

The pain was still there,

Even stronger than before,

So off to the streets I headed

In search of a violent war.

I really need help

Because I’m hurting inside,

And with the addictions to this game,

Many people have died.

I don’t wanna leave this life

Searchin for ways to cover the pain

Always searchin after the first time

Because the high is never the same.

Doin anything for the game

Losing family and killing the brain

Failing to realize the fact

That I’m the one implanting the pain.

Like the leaves of a tree,

I continue to fall

Into a hole darkened by anger

With pain that’s barely small.

See I want to stand up

And be able to stand tall

But before a baby can walk,

A baby must learn to crawl.

With all this said and done,

I’m now realizing my pain.

By taking the first step to getting help,

And admitting I’m addicted to the game.[/quote]

dat was ill mayne. danmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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