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I Was Shot

It was night,
The whole nation was in freight,
For starvation prevailed over
Each nook and corner.

I went out with an empty pocket
And a blank bag,
To manage commodities for my own kids,
And walked timidly
Through the lanes and lawns,
I came across men and women
With harrowed pallid faces,
There was stifling in the airs
As if something had rotten
Beneath the crust of time.

I advanced through the streets
To seek an opportunity,
A chance to carry out my intents:
The maiden adventure.

I saw the houses big and small,
But the doors were shut,
At some spots I saw the guards
Watching at the gates with guns.

I found a mansion with the walls
Neither too high nor too small,
Inner contents of the house were visible
And the watchman seemed to be dozing,
In the chair with the mozer in his lap.

I quailing my strength and courage,
Jumped over the bordering wall,
And I stealthily went ahead through
The plants and flowering shrubs;
All the time caring lest sound should disturb
The sleeping indwellers.

I made a sudden survey,
And my eyes located the kitchen,
A place of treasure, it was simply bolted,
Merely hooked with out any lock.

I with making a noise least
Searched for the containers
Containing the precious articles,
And discovered many of them empty.

I found a tin-box with a little quantity of flour,
No more than kilo two and a half,
And a bag of sugar laid beside.
I turned up the tin-box,
Poured the flour into my own bag,
And carried along the packed sugar too.

I moved back and strove to leap over the wall,
But my legs staggered
As if they began to revolt against my wills;
In the effort I fell and thump awoke the guard,
He pointed his mozer and fired twice, “Bang, bang”,
One shot hit in the shank of my leg,
I lay on the ground,
Gripping the targeted spot tight,
The piercing pain of the shot woke me up,
I found myself on the floor, instead of in the bed,
But I was holding my leg tight.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Bang-bang

Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
I was five and you were six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black, you wore white
You would always win the fight
Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
I grew up, I called you mine
You would always laugh and say
Remember when we used to play
Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
After echoes from a gun
We both vowed that wed be one
Now youre gone I dont know why
Sometimes I cry
You didnt say goodbye
You didnt take the time to lie
Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

song performed by by Cher
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Bang! Bang!

There was peace in the town until… bang! Bang!
A man fired a gun and it wasn’t for fun.
He had shot his wife the love of his life
she had been sleeping around…bang! Bang!
Not a word was passed, as she breathed her last
now she lies dead, with a bullet in her head.

Two more shots are quickly fired… bang! Bang!
Her lover makes no sound, as he lies on the ground
his end has come, but not all is yet done,
another solitary shot echoes out… bang! Bang!
With a shot to his head, there’s one thing more to be said,
there’s peace in the town, as they lay on the ground,
until someone disturbs the peace… bang! Bang!

poem by Orlando Belo
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Thoughts Of Something Real

When I woke this morning, Thought of you are what I found, Holding you tight and close, And feet to never touch the ground.

Wanting to let you in, The place I keep locked tight, Its been empty so long, But thinkin you just might,

Have the key to open, The place that many have tried, They have all proven fake, To be shut out and denied.

There is just something about you, That I just can't seem to resist, Could you be what I been looking for, That I thought could never exist?

poem by Richard Goolsby
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A Refugee's Monologue

We were a family that lived in the valley,
Amid the houses wrapped in peace and serenity,
Whose structures took bath at every night,
In the glow of moon and stars, contentment overflowed
As fragrance brims over the walls
Of the rose garden on the wings of breeze,
And life went on with the smooth gait.

Then time encroached,
Men with uniform and big boots
Knocked at the doors of the dwellers,
Compelled us to vacate the valley,
Now we are in the refugees' camp
Pant between life and death
The distress of three million men,
Women and children makes me worried,
We spend nights sleepless.

Lo! U.N.O's vehicle comes with the contents of food,
They all rush to grab the opportunity,
They grapple on each appearance of bag of flour or sugar,
And spoil the matter by pouring down,
Lo! Who moves away proud of his achievement,
With a bag of flour on his shoulder.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Crash! Boom! Bang!

My papa told me to stay out of trouble / when youve found your man, make sure hes for real!.
Ive learned that nothing really lasts forever / I sleep with the scars I wear that wont heal / they wont heal.
Cos every time I seem to fall in love / crash! boom! bang! / I find the heart but then I hit the wall / crash! boom! bang! / thats the call, thats the game and the pain stays the same.
Im walking down this empty road to nowhere / I pass by the houses and blocks I once knew.
My mama told me not to mess with sorrow / but I always did, and lord, I still do / Im still breaking the rules / I kick it up / I kick it down.
Cos every time I seem to fall in love / crash! boom! bang! / I find the heart but then I hit the wall / crash! boom! bang! / thats my real middle-name / it has always been the same / thats the
, thats the game and the pain stays the same.
I still feel the heat / slowly fallin from the sky / and the taste of the kissing / shattered by rain / comin tumblin from behind / and the wild holy war.
I kick it up / I kick it down / and every time I seem to fall in love / crash! boom! bang! / I find the roses dying on the floor / crash! boom! bang! / thats the tall, thats the game and the p
Tays the same / thats my real middle-name / it has always been the same.
Oh yea oh yea oh yea uh-huh / been the same, been the same / it has always been the same.

song performed by by Roxette
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Hes Alive

The gates and doors were barred
And all the windows fastened down
I spent the night in sleeplessness
And rose at every sound
Half in hope of sorrow
And half in fear the day
Would find the soldiers breakin through
To drag us all away
And just before the sunrise
I heard something at the wall
The gate began to rattle
And a voice began to call
I hurried to the window
Looked down into the street
Expecting swords and torches
And the sound of soldiers feet
But there was no one there but mary
So I went down to let her in
John stood there beside me
As she told me where shed been
She said theyve moved him in the night
And none of us know where
The stones been rolled away
And now his body isnt there
We both ran towards the garden
Then john ran on ahead
We found the stone and empty tomb
Just the way that mary said
But the winding sheet they wrapped him in
Was just an empty shell
And how or where theyd taken him
Was more than I could tell
Oh something strange had happened there
Just what I did not know
John believed a miracle
But I just turned to go
Circumstance and speculation
Couldnt lift me very high
cause Id seen them crucify him
Then I saw him die
Back inside the house again
The guilt and anguish came
Everything Id promised him
Just added to my shame
When at last it came to choices
I denied I knew his name
And even if he was alive
It wouldnt be the same
But suddenly the air was filled
With a strange and sweet perfume
Light that came from everywhere
Drove shadows from the room
And jesus stood before me
With his arms held open wide
And I fell down on my knees
And I just clung to him and cried
Then he raised me to my feet
And as I looked into his eyes
The love was shining out from him
Like sunlight from the skies
Guilt in my confusion
Disappeared in sweet release
And every fear I ever had
Just melted into peace
Hes alive yes hes alive
Yes hes alive and Im forgiven
Heavens gates are open wide
Hes alive yes hes alive
Oh hes alive and Im forgiven
Heavens gates are open wide
Hes alive hes alive
Hallelujah hes alive
Hes alive and Im forgiven
Heavens gates are open wide
Hes alive hes alive hes alive
I believe it hes alive
Sweet jesus

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Revolution Began....

the revolution began this morning...
the trains and buses stopped running,
long haul truckers shut down their rigs.
miners came up out of the mines,
gulping air free and clear.
migrant workers left the fields,
farmers got off their tractors,
and walked for the house.
teachers put down their papers,
and locked the doors.
nurses and aides left the hospitals.
minimum wage slaves left stores,
restaurants, and trash trucks.
while bankers bolted the doors,
and sat in suicidal silence...
and Wall Street went deadly black.
armed troops deployed to guard assets,
laid down their weapons and walked away.
the wealthy shuddered in sudden panic,
as the tables were finally turned over!
the revolution began this morning,
and the morning news sounded the panic.
while somewhere atop empty buildings,
bells rang with the cadence of liberty!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Homelessness In Winter

back about 30 years ago,
living on the streets in Charlotte...
finally found a job... was lucky enough
to have a place to take a shower...

sleeping in the backseat of a broke
down Ford Maverick... cold winter...
got up and walked 4 miles to work
every morning,4 miles 'home' in the
evening...

went on for a couple months before
i got a place to live...

so yes i know what homelessness
feels like...and i cant help thinking
about all the empty foreclosed houses....
empty houses, homeless people....

back then, even if you couldnt find a
real job, they had a place where you
could go and line up to do day work...
worked all day for about 25 dollars...
if you couldnt do that, you could always
sell blood.... i dont know what they do
now....i just know it's a hard life...and if
you've got family, got kids...

something to think about the next time
you see a homeless person walking the
streets!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bang Bang Lulu

Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a boyfriend
He could not get enough
She could never stop him
He was hooked on makin
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a red dress
When she put it on
Every man that she passed by
Thought she must be
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu joined the army
She was fighting in a war
Stood in front of the enemy
Their weapons hit them
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu knew a singer
He had so many hits
She loved his voice
But she hated the way
He kept grabbin her
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a boyfriend
He just couldnt get enough
She could never stop him
He was hooked on makin
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away

song performed by by Boney M.
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Point Blank

Do you still say your prayers little darlin do you go to bed at night
Prayin that tomorrow, everything will be alright
But tommorows fall in number in number one by one
You wake up and youre dying you dont even know what from
Well they shot you point blank you been shot in the back
Baby point blank you been fooled this time little girl thats a fact
Right between the eyes baby, point blank right between the pretty lies that
They tell
Little girl you fell
You grew up where young girls they grow up fast
You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked
But what they asked baby wasnt right you didnt have to live that life,
I was gonna be your romeo you were gonna be my juliet
These days you dont wait on romeos you wait on that welfare check and on all the pretty things that you cant ever have and on all the promises
That always end up point blank, shot between the eyes
Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain
Youre walkin in the sights, girl of point blank
And its one false move and baby the lights go out
Once I dreamed we were together again baby you and me
Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be
We were standin at the bar it was hard to hear
The band was playin loud and you were shoutin somethin in my ear
You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four
You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor
You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin slow
And as I pulled you tighter I swore Id never let you go
Well I saw you last night down on the avenue
Your face was in the shadows but I knew that it was you
You were standin in the doorway out of the rain
You didnt answer when I called out your name
You just turned, and then you looked away like just another stranger waitin to get blown away
Point blank, right between the eyes
Point blank, right between the pretty lies you fell
Point blank, shot right through the heart
Yea point blank, youve been twisted up till youve become just another part of it
Point blank, youre walkin in the sights
Point blank, livin one false move just one false move away
Point blank, they caught you in their sights
Point blank, did you forget how to love, girl, did you forget how to fight.
Point blank they must have shot you in the head
Cause point blank, bang bang baby youre dead.

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The Real Game

Uninvited frequent gluttonous guest,
Visited and picked up one by one,
The elder and younger of the family,
Making each time the house desolate.

When I was hardly three years old,
And nothing about painful death was told,
Played carefree with half dressed friends,
And ran around the big tree of acacia,

Staining with dust, mud and water dirty,
Made filthy my legs and arms, feet and face,
My grandmother would then give me a bath,
And I did weep, cryingly protested against,
The act of washing, making me neat.

She then mopped my body, wiped my eyes,
Doting upon me, she caressed my cheeks,
Embracing me she would often warm,
Titillate with the fingers frail and old,
Made me laugh to forget the cold,
She hid behind the door, under the cots,
Played hide and seek to make me please.

Ah! One morning she lay stiff, could not rise,
Then was dressed with the suit of cotton white,
As she would go on the journey long,
Gathered men, women, young and old,
Some wailed, some sniffed, some silent sat.
But played I with the friends of my age,
And ate yellow rice with the belly fill.

In the evening they shouldered the cot,
The procession advanced leaving me depressed,
Turned the corner, with the sacred chorus.
I stood stunned in the middle of the yard,
Staring to the street, questioning the walls,
“Why had they not taken me along? ”

At night I cried aloud when I found,
An empty bed laid in the deserted corner,
I sought under the cots, behind the doors,
Where she did hide, but could not find.
A pair of shoes, the clothes on cord,
Consoled me well, told me the truth,
Ah! The real game at last she had played.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Doors You Can't See

The strangest things about these doors.
When they're shut.
You can't say one thing more.
They're always carried around by those ones
That have seen lots of abuse?
For which... there really was no excuse.

Yet, when you love or care or are married
To one of those... that were forced to live there!
It's hard to prove.. that you really care....
Because when they perceive... or think something is not just right.
They back up,
Slamming those doors(bang) in your face, tight!

Or when you see that blank face.
Here comes the door's.
And all you can do is stand there.. stare...
At the crying... helplessly... and more...
Waching... unable to do anything
As tears fall on the floor...

I know it's perceived... the doors that you cannot see....
The doors shutting and slamming... in your face....
But... so is the battle with time...
With you winning that race...
Or that old statement....
How they had egg on their face....

You can't actually see it....
Yet...just like that door
It's.....really.. there..................

poem by Clyde Bryson
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The Urn....

He finally pulled in the drive.
Another endless night at work.
Exhausted, he turned off the car,
and stumbled for the back door.
The neighborhood cat rubbed
against his legs as he fumbled
for the key.
As he opened the door, he noticed
that the light over the sink was on.
Shaking his head, he shrugged, and set
down his lunchbox.
He reached in the cupboard for the
bottle and a glass. He poured a small
shot, and hesitated for a moment.
He could hear the night just outside
the window. Something inside of
him let down. He kicked back the shot,
and headed for the bathroom.
A quick shower, and he found his way
to the bedroom. Lying naked on the
bed, he lit a smoke, trying not to think.
He could hear the ticking of the clock in
the hallway. He put out the cigarette, and
dozed.

He awakened to the scent of her perfume.
He heard her voice, whispering, 'be still'.
He felt the presence of her body in the bed.
Her long hair draped across his face. He
felt her on top of him, her heat and her desire.
He raised his face to kiss her....
And then she was gone! Startled, he groped
at the bed, clutching air. He sat up and flipped
on the lamp.
The room was empty. A few crumpled dirty
clothes in the floor. The book he'd been reading
on the nightstand. But no sign of her!
His hands shaking, he lit a smoke, and blinked.
He looked around the room again.
Every nook, every cranny, every crack in the paint.
Finally, his eyes fixed on her dresser.
A picture of her on their wedding day. A half empty
bottle of her favorite perfume. And the urn.... the
urn, with her wedding ring lying on the base.
He flipped off the lamp, and wept.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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This God Forsaken Day

Read your note this mornin.
bye-bye girl, thats all it said.
Glad I found it first,
Before the kids got out of bed.
Baked a tray of muffins.
Hung some wet-wash out to dry.
By the time the kids got up,
I could look them in the eye.
Youve gone away, youve gone away.
How will I get though the day?
This god-forsaken day.
Drank some bitter coffee.
Read your note ten times or more.
When Id washed the dishes twice,
I got down and scrubbed the floor.
Empty chair at supper.
Everybodys actin strange.
Food just gettin cold.
Kids real quiet for a change.
Youve gone away, youve gone away.
How will I get through the day?
This god-forsaken day.
Rain was fallin hard
As I walked slowly up the stairs.
Pushed my tears back down
As I stood listenin
To their prayers.
Theres your empty pillow.
Your sides flat right to the wall.
Nows the time for private cryin.
Now it hurts me
Most of all.
Youve gone away.
I turn off the light.
How will I get through the night?
This god-forsaken night.
This long and lonesome, god-forsaken night.

song performed by by Cher
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Bang It

'1-2-3-4'

Bang it.
Simply bang it!
Bang it.
Bang dat bang dé bang bang.

Bang it.
Simply bang it!
Bang it.
Bang dat bang dé bang bang.

Trouble leakin' creepin' seepin'
People weepin in the streets.
Even here and over there.
Walkin up on every stair.
Bubble up it starts to suckin'...
Lickin all the drippin guts.
Some are brave and wish to stop it!
But it doesn't give it up!

Bang it.
Ssssss
Simply bang it!
Ssssss
Bang it.
Ssssss
Bang dat bang bang dé bang.

Bang it.
Ssssss
Simply bang it!
Ssssss
Bang it.
Ssssss
Bang dat bang bang dé bang.

Bang it.
Oh...
Simply bang it!
Ooooh
Bang it.
Ooooooooh
Bang dat bang bang dé bang.

Trouble leakin' creepin' seepin'
People weepin in the streets.
Even here and over there.
Walkin up on every stair.
Bubble up it starts to suckin'...
Lickin all the drippin guts.
Some are brave and wish to stop it!
But it doesn't give it up!

And there's those who get peace,
Where they can!
Even if that means...
Sealing their windows and doors close!

Bang it.
Simply bang it!
Bang it.
Bang dat bang bang dé bang.

Bang it.
Simply bang it!
Bang it.
Bang dat bang bang dé bang.

Bang it.
Simply bang it!
Bang it.
Bang dat bang bang dé bang.

Bang it.
Ow
Simply bang it!
Oow
Bang it.
Oooow
Bang dat bang bang dé bang.

Bang it.
Ssssss
Simply bang it!
Ssssss
Bang it.
Ssssss
Bang dat bang bang dé bang.

Bang it.
Oh...
Simply bang it!
Ooooh
Bang it.
Ooooooooh
Bang dat bang bang dé bang.

Trouble leakin' creepin' seepin'
People weepin in the streets.
Even here and over there.
Walkin up on every stair.
Bubble up it starts to suckin'...
Lickin all the drippin guts.
Some are brave and wish to stop it!
But it doesn't give it up!

And there's those who get peace,
Where they can!
Even if that means...
Sealing their windows and doors close!

Bang it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bang Bang Bang

What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
Now there aint place to run to
Aint no place to run to
When he hold it in his hand
He feel mighty he feel strong
Now there aint no place to run to
Aint no place to run
One day he may come back
Repay us for what weve done
Then where you gonna run to
Where you gonna run
But one fine day
All our problems will be solved
Bang bang bang
Well shoot him down
Give him drugs and give him candy
Anything to make him think hes happy
And he wont ever come for us
He wont ever come
But if he does
And if theres no one else around
Bang bang bang
Well shoot him down
If he preys only on his neighbors
Brothers sisters and friends
Well consider it a favor
Well consider justice done
But if he comes for you or me
And we can place a gun in his hand
Bang bang bang
Well shoot him dead
What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
Now there aint no place to run to
Aint no place to run
Now well all be at his mercy
If he decides to hunt us down
Cause there aint no place to run to
Aint no place to run
If he wants the chances that you took from him
And nothing that you own
Then therell be no place to run to
Therell be no place to run
And if he finds himself to be
A reflection of us all
Bang bang bang
Hell shoot us down
Before you can raise your eyes to read
The writing on the wall
Bang bang bang
Hell shoot you down
Before you can bridge the gulf between
And embrace him in your arms
Bang bang bang
Hell shoot you down

song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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The Show Down

The Wild.. Gotham
The Wild.. West {*BANG BANG, BANG*}
Ha ha, riiiiide..
[Dr. Dre]
All you see is the sun, reflectin off of the gun
I'm ready for the showdown, that go down at one
Sweat on my brow, let's settle it now
I'ma show you how real cowboys get down
I'm polishin gold, waitin for this drama to unfold
I got a {blunt} rolled
Feelin bold, gangsters blood runs cold
It's time to reload this old .45 colt
The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty
Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty
It's passed noon, he should be here soon
Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon
All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs
Sounds like a thousand wolves
I cock back, put the toast in the holster and froze
I pose like a poster, he's closer than close
I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fight's dirty
but I'ma put thirty inside him and leave early
And just when I went to fill him with hot lead
I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said
[Eminem]
You never met me, and you'll probably never see me again
but I know you - the name's Slim - you want revenge?
Then don't shoot, I'm in the same boots as you
I'm tellin the truth, I got a price on my head too, cause when you..
Chorus: {unknown singer}
You ride like a cowboy toward the sun
And life ain't fun, when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your pride
You ride til there ain't no place to hide
It's sad cause the bad guys always die
[Dr. Dre] + (Eminem)
He was "Shady," I seen by the look on his face
He said take ten paces {shit} I took eight
Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain
My {shit} went bang but it only fired a blank, he said
(You need bullets, hurry up run!) {*imitating Slick Rick*}
I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungs
We both drew at the same time and stood stunned
(Go ahead, shoot me, but I'm not the one you want)
I figured he was tellin the truth, that's why I didn't shoot
So what we gon' do, it's on you
(Do you recall when you and Snoop was a group?)
The Chronic!
(Well all we gotta do is find a map to part two)
(And plus I know who's got it)
Who?
(Some old dude, he's got 26 plaques and he already sold two)
Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle
Hid two pieces of gold inside of my saddle
We rolled two miles until we hit the spot
An old ghost town that everybody forgot
A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot
Slim grabbed the shotgun (Dre here's the plot)
(Eminem)
This is the spot, they call him Doc Loveless
He's goin around sayin he took the game from us
[Let's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'll never see it comin]
But he ain't got no legs, they cut 'em off at the stomach
He's got mechanical legs, he spins webs
Plus he's well respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission - is to get him to stop layin eggs
And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps
[Dr. Dre]
I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
Kicked the swingin doors in, started gun slinging
I could hear somebody singin - it sounded like a "G Thang,"
and a verse from "Keep Their Heads Ringin"
I said "It's Dre's Day," and started to spray
Against 1800, he pulls a AK
Hollow tips started flyin every which way
(Eminem)
That's when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge
I fired the first shot, spun his body around
He hit the ground and landed upside down
Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a {blunt} that's rolled
Chorus 2X
Always die..
The Wild.. Gotham
The Wild.. West {*BANG BANG, BANG*}
Ha ha, riiiiide

song performed by by Eminem
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Vacancy, For Rent

walking the streets
of a small southern town...
empty buildings, empty houses,
'vacancy, for rent'

no one moving much,
even the church parking lots
are empty.... seems like
Jesus and His disciples

packed up, and moved on...
probably looking for work!
only a sense of quiet despair,
the sound of old cars rusting,

and the howling of a dog.
just read the news:
an elderly couple, married
67 years, murder suicide...

he'd been sick, she had
alzheimer's.... afraid there'd
be no one to take care of her...
another unmarked grave,

forgotten people, abandoned
by their own government.....
another empty house that
used to be a home...

'vacancy, for rent.'
just walking the streets
of a small southern town...
church bells are ringing...

and the smell of death
hangs in the air!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Black Flowing Hair, A Memory Of You

I see you leaning by a wall next door
Against an afternoon sun

And though it is your back that faces me
I know
From the beating of my heart
That it is you, Black-flowing-hair

I can smell you
In mint
And you shall be inside me
As I breathe
So I can live for another time

You are
My tallest tree
On top of the Sleeping-dragon-mountain

And I look up to you
Like my full moon one cold night
Untouched by my fingers
Black-flowing-hair
The world may not have found love in my eyes
As I have none to boost

Since I have given it to you
All of it
I shall find it
But shall not take it back
From you

Your shadow is my god
And it is only that I can touch
Without you knowing
The shadow
Of your
Back
My self-made god
Is enough life

I do not ask much
I cannot
You do not know me
There is no need
I only give myself
I do not have to take any
In return

Now I declare
I have found my place
In you
I have found myself
In you
I have found you

I am Mute-white-dove -sitting
On the breast of Black-flowing-hair
Touching the clouds
Holding the rainbow
Saving all the raindrops of my life.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Empty Vein

I found an empty vein today,
And poured it down the sink.
I found an empty vein today.
They tell me what they think.
I found an empty vein today,
And lost it in my sleep.
I found an empty vein today.
It wasn't mine to keep.
I found an empty vein today,
And I learned how to speak.
I found an empty vein today,
But I guess I'm not that weak.
I found an empty vein today.
I found it in the snow.
I found an empty vein today.
They will never know.

poem by xXsuicideXepidemicXx
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