John, 18 września 2012
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.
John, 26 czerwca 2012
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.
John, 26 czerwca 2012
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
John, 26 czerwca 2012
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
John, 26 czerwca 2012
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
John, 26 czerwca 2012
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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