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Originally posted by Hypersonic:
alright alright here i go

on a atreet somewhere by hypersonic

i was on a street somewhere when i saw a hot car roll by
i was on a street somewhere when i saw a obese dude with a candybar roll by
i was on a street somewhere when i said wassup to my man
once i sat on the street now it's on the street i stand
i saw food joints get built and food joints go down
i had that feeling that you get when somethin is about to go down
some things are built on the steet and some are taken apart
...................and i just heard the fat dude with the candybar fart



thank you

Lmao Hyper...

ok..I just go ahead and post another one

Love and life?
That's not me.

Death and hate?
yeah that could be

I'm a killer
running through the streets

Chasing cops and kids
on my way to eat

I kill for money
I know it ain't funny
But for me
that's how it's got to be

Your name might be
the next on my list

If so
say goodbye
and make your last wish

I'm the one wo brings
pain and death
to your family

I kill your
mum,
your dad,
and your auntie

Probably
it's even hard
for me

but someone got to
do that job

and I guess it's me

Listening to that Mood Muzik III right now, and "Send Him Our Love" came on, which is a song dedicated to Stack Bundlez, and it made me think deep about all those artists who got killed for stupid ass reasons....


The Death Of...

Success follows success and yet...
Hate is pressed to the point of death...
New joint out but the artist aint get...
To see the premiere cuz he left dead....
The gun armed with a knife to stab the shot...
The block farms the hatred to crack the rock...
But cant warn the bullet flying to stop...
That its the wrong target to clock...
Yet the person clocked out for life...
So people like us just left to recite...
The death of them, to me, to us, we fight...
Movements moved to move the right...
To stop senseless violence in its sight...
And make it disappear like the sun at night....
I see the gun as it moves to the next...
Dark eyes, and cold body, aint even complex...
Why does this thing stalk us, im perplexed...
Whose next, im still fearing that phone call or text...
Or news online that another life went offline..
Wishing to rewind the time I coulda stopped the crime...
But instead im left to mourn this silent storm soo sublime...
Cant tell when hell decents and takes another mind....
Why Pac get popped then BIG take that ride to get shot...
Why Big L get mistaken and his life got taken from his block...
Why Aliyah take that flight to reach the light on heaven's Lot...
Why does senseless violence continue to stop our clocks....
Who'se going tomorrow, whose time in life is borrowed...
Who will die next then whose next to follow...
Im sick of it that this gun just spits and hits the skull to rip...
Then refills itself and continues to run its lip emptying its clip...
Whose to stop this weapon abusing the block...
All im asking... is.... this senseless..... violence...to stop....

~RIP~
Tupac
Biggie
Big L
Aliyah (SHE DIDNT DIE FROM GUN VIOLENCE, but im paying respect to her anyways and putting her on the list)
Stack Bundlez
Left Eye
Jam Master Jay
and everyone else affected by gun violence

This message has been edited. Last edited by: Rhymestyle,

Something I wrote about my life:


The Close

The closer you get to closeness, the closest will bring closing to the closer, ending thoughts with closure, so why get close? Never disclose the feelings, now closed even to those perceived as the closest. Cause how close can they really be when so believed that they couldn't get any closer? But when reality gets exposed, the supposed closest move farthest, while the far gets closer to help relieve the now forgotten closeness that's gotten to be too close for comfort. How can something be so close yet so far away at the same time? Closing in on this mystery, but never close enough to define, it's over. The mind is on its long awaited closure.

WHERE MAH POETS AT??