WHY I LOVE DEM' BANGAZ...

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    REAL.... GHETTO.. ME....

WHY I LOVE DEM' BANGAZ...

 I DON'T UNDERSTAND MY LIFE, SOME HOW I'M GONNA TAKE FLIGHT.. SORE HIGH ABOVE THE BUILDIN'Z IN THE HOOD, ACROSS THE BUILDIN' TOPZ DOWN TOWN...

  FEELIN' LIKE SUPER-WOMAN, STRONG AZ EVA. CAN HANDLE ANY WEATHER, FACIN' THE STORMZ DAT' COMEZ MY WAY.. EVERYDAY IS SOMETHING NEW.. NEVER REALLY FEELIN' BLUE... I'M FEELIN' BLACK AND RED... NEVA WISHIN' I WUZ DEAD... FEELIN' FREE TO PAIN, IT HURTZ TO DANCE IN THE RAIN...

   I CINFUSE MYSELF, I SAY I WOULD NEVA DEAL WIT' A BANGA... FOUND MYSELF IN LOVE WIT' ONE... REPIN' A FLAG... I DO HAVE A CLUE.. THAT LOVE SOON DIED... SINGIN' A SAD LONELY LULLIBY.. STILL I'M ALIVE.. FACIN' ANOTHER DAY IN THE RAIN.. UNTIL I MET HIM....

  REPIN' THA SAME FLAG.. WILL NOT HIDE BEHIND NO BAGZ... HE SITZ IN A WHEEL-CHAIR, SO SEXY.. SKIN SO SOFT, LIPZ NICE, AND HANDZ LOOKIN' ROUGH BUT FEELZ GOOD AGAINST MY SKIN...

   ATTITUDE I CAN'T STAND, SO DEMANDIN'... THE THUG IN HIM TURNZ ME ON , DAMN I DIDN'T KNOW I LIKE DEM' THUGZ..  HIZ WORDZ SO TRUE, MY EYEZ TURN BLUE... WAT CAN I DO, I THINK I'M REALLY FEELIN' YOU BOO...

  HE'Z MY SUPER-MAN, MY SILVER-SURFER.... RIDIN' THOSE WAVEZ, I CAN NEVA EXPLAIN... NOT TO HIM, DON'T WANNA GET MY FEELIN'Z HURT... TAKE IT SLOW, LET THEM FEELIN'Z FLOW... BUILD DEM' HIGH, LET LOVE RAIN ON ME....

   I'M HIZ MARY JANE, I MAKE HIM HIGH OFF MY LOVE.. DRIVE DAT' MAN INSANE... JUST OFF THE TOUCH, THE FEEL OF MY SKIN.. SEE  HIM WALK WHEN HE CAN NOT...  DREAM THE DREAM OF MANY, I GIVE HIZ HEART PLENTY TO THINK ABOUT....

            VIOLENCE DON'T HAVE TO GO DAT' ROUTE.... KEEP A AMILE ON HIZ FACE... ALL MY PAIN, I HE SETZ IT AND HELPZ IT ERASE...

               I KNOW WHY I LOVE DEM' BANGAZ, MAYBE NOT... I JUST KNOW THE THOUGHT OF THIS ONE HITZ THA SPOT....

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

lissa12’s Poems (9)

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SO MANY GAMEZ & TIRED OF THA LIEZ.... 0
BEIN' MY OWN PERSON... 0
WHY I LOVE DEM' BANGAZ... 0
A STRANGE THING... 1
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A FUCKED UP LIFE STYLE.. 0
Why I'm Feelin' U... 0
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