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John

John, 18 września 2012

church poem

 
I’m a gospel arsonist,

My holy flame burns so bright it shakes the pillars of the unworthy,

Forgotten

For they know that the demon inside of me has been slain

And now God’s lethal weapon is here to change the game,

They thought hip hop rap artists

Can only spit a flow so sick to make them filthy rich,

Well I’m hip hop’s nemesis flow so delicious it’s like skittles

You just got to get a taste of it,

For God is my addiction,

I drunk from the venomous pits but now i ask for re-newness,

See I rhymed with repentance,

But now I’m saved

Now my evil thought are relinquished,

My body is slowly but surely replenishing my good intentions,

For poetry is my obsession

And the gifts it brings has doubled my blessings,

For Mr. Fantastic’s kind hearted soul has been resurrected,

I’ll be proud to give the devil a verbal thrashing

Give him a coma like concussion,

I was raised by the devil but now I’m Gods lethal weapon,

The devil gave me grief but God swashed that beef

Gave me a taste of victory for you see,

I was once a CSI cold case

My identity was almost erased until

God reopened my case

Gave me a new kind of faith that no one can take away

Plus gave me a new face helped me fight my case,

I’m a free man again

The load I was carrying has been lifted

The pain I held was also lifted

And if more comes

I will continue demolishing its existence

The skills I lost God has resurrected its presence

I have regained my freedom of speech, spirit if Langston Hughes

The power of understanding my surrounding like the great Maya Angelou

“And Still I Rise”,

I have the voice of a great leader commanding its troops

I also carry the name of one of the greatest men that ever lived

He paved the way for the one we call Jesus today,

His name was John the Baptist,

And with all that said I stand here now I give you my testament,

I will stand and fight back the demons of hell

Until God calls my name in the book of life

And tells me

My good and faithful servant you are welcome in my house

Peace is still.


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John

John, 26 czerwca 2012

Mr. Fantastic

They call me Mr. Fantastic for my words are ever lasting.
They can wrap around your mind
Make you thing and make you realize that my words are
Permanent
Man, the only thing that I wish wasnt permanent is
The chock hold on todays youth 
Like government 
For one day their going to give me the boot 
Give me a gun 
And a
Army suit and think Im ready to go shoot
Send me to Irans soil to get more oil 
Man, I wish I had the real powers of Mr. Fantastic 
For I would stretch forth my hand 
Save every last innocent life in Iran 
But my words and my hand can only stretch so far 
(**Hush little baby dont you cry, cuz Mr. Fantastic is now joining this fight**) 
Not just to upgrade my appearance 
But to upgrade peoples feelings about the war 
For are soldiers are not the only ones who have to fight to stay alive 
For the innocent 
Baby, the daddy, the mama, plus the gramas got to fight to survive 
But their cries are like plastic to you guys
You cant see them so you just dont wont to hear them 
Or
You can see them but you just dont want to hear them
But the people who hear and see and also listen to me 
I thank thee 
Now I get on one knee praying that god will hear my..NO
Not my cry but
Their cry, their need, their plead 
Please put peace in Iran 
Because 
They need to put the hate to sleep.


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John

John, 26 czerwca 2012

Mama

My mama breaths through me
like the taste of ever-lasting sweet nectar from out of a tree
our minds are one
she is my matrix
for my body cannot live without her mind
the touch of her carefully god made hands
touch my skin I fear no man
for I will fight 100 man
to keep the bound of this son and mother and also close friend


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John

John, 26 czerwca 2012

let me love you

Baby let me love you until the sun comes up 
baby let me love you 
until the world stops going round and round 
I’ll love you so good 
you’ll never think a grown ass man can love you like I do 
because I will 
rip you 
dip you 
make a Sunday up out of you 
and please believe 
I’ll lick all of my desert up off you 
I can make you feel like a queen in bed 
but wait until I show how I can make you feel like
“dam this kids a grown ass man.”
He’s tall and sexy 
shit makes your mama wishes she wasn’t 60
God gave me a powerful gift 
because now I can learn from my mistakes
Up grade my knowledge on 
how women thinks
but the way you got me looking at u 
all my love is only going to be given to
YOU BOO


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John

John, 26 czerwca 2012

Its not over

No more Crying


No more Fighting


No more Criticizing


Because I'm gonna change


I was a young boy that no one cared for I cried almost every day


I prayed that god would take me away from this dangerous place


A place that you are not granted to see the next day


I fight each and every day to keep my name alive


So many people try to end my life but mostly by word


So now I speak to the sky because god is the only one that


Knows why I cry


Why I fight


Why I get criticized about my life


But god changed me


He made me see and realize I will become someone one great


Someone who can help this unstable place


For instance you have black people not realizing they have joined the kkk


Killing off your own people


That's why our world rank is getting lower ever day


An another thing why did we even let bush run for president


he can't even speak perfect English


Lucky he has his people write this speeches


The only thing bush can do is write new slogans


To put more people in Iran


Hes a scam artist


But I say today its not over until it is over


Until they put my body six feet under


And on my tombstone says, 'John was a true soldier'


Its not over until the entire hurricane Katrina victims are fully help


Its a shame how they fixed the rich half of the land


And left the poor half with out giving them a hand


It not over until it is over


Not until I feel comfortable


That the next generation has changed


The definition of what some of us think about the flag that


Represents our nation


Red for the under cover cold-hearted murderers


Blue for the feeling of ashamed


Because we didn't pick the right person to speak for us


White for empty minded soul the ones who think they have nothing good to look for


But I say this right now


This very day 


its not over until it is over


Until my heart stops beating not until my pen stops bleeding


It not over until your hearts stops beating its over not until your pen stops bleeding


For poetry is my last stand


until God says its over


I Will fight until the last man 


Until Every country pulls together and calls it even 


until we abolish the hatred and the thought of demolishing our fellow men and women 


it not over until the world creaks open its shell and shows are true selfs


Beautiful


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John

John, 26 czerwca 2012

Had a fight with god

I was heated that day
There was so much anger and pain builded up in side me 
Then god appeared in my mind 
With a fiery voice I said 
Why 
Why did you let that 4-year-old girl die? 
Ran up on him and hit him in the eye 
But a tear fell out of my eye 
And gods face didn’t even break 
And I use 90 of my strength 
God said because she took her own life  
She thought no one cared
What she went through in life  
God bitch slapped me in the eye 
That’s for letting your friend commit reap 
Now my face began to turn purple 
And I felt like the people that were already struggling when bush 
Got put into the white house 
Mad then a motherfucka
Then I reacted and hit him in the chest 
That’s for not helping my friend out of that thousand-dollar debt
God blocked it and started to hit me with lefts and rights 
Because he’s the one who wanted to sell weed to my young people and that 
Stuff killed a 12-year-old dream 
He was hitting me  
I was doing some Ail rope adop shit 
But god was throwing those George Foreman power hits 
Almost hit me in the throat 
So I had to do what I had to do 
Hit god in the family jewels 
God push me back lift up his rob 
He had a protection cup 
Protecting his stuff 
I got so heated I ran up and started to hit him with hay makers 
In his face with a 100 of my body weight 
But my face began to break I stopped and said 
God why ant you showing any pain I hit you with everything 
He pulled out a mirror and said idiot cant you see 
You’re a reflection of me


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