Brother Mr Baldy's Rhymes

Get up and wash your hands, dayumn coz she was just another one night stand, get up and wash your hands, dayumn coz she was just another one night stand...

so lonely you can hear your soul sigh, sitting curled under the moonlight, it was just another one night, you couldn't fight it, plus he wanted to force it, you couldn't think before it, took your life away and left you stranded, and left you branded, with HIV, you couldn't believe, that this could be happening to you, he said he would always stay true, but you was just another one night stand, he woke up early and ran, you regret telling the angels "I'm going to sin, let me go and please don't follow me in", now your left with the baby you strangled with its umbilical chord, thats the malice only desperation can afford, now your alone crying "lord, lord, lord"

Get up and wash your hands, dayumn coz she was just another one night stand, get up and wash your hands, dayumn coz she was just another one night stand...

lol i'm out of ideas

format_quote Originally Posted by Muslimah421

lol i'm out of ideas

you could write about being out of ideas...

i try to write but i don't have a clue, tryin to rhyme but i can't and i don't know wat to do, my brains empty, a blank page is all i see

:blind:

a blank page is all i see, like my tongue is under arrest by the police, they're pimped by the government so we call them the ho-lice...

WOWW MASHALLAHHh I'm so happy that Mr.Baldy and Sis Muslimah kept the thread alive since I been gone..I read like three pages in one go..mashallah keep it up..these rhymes better keep coming and I made du'a for you all while i was gone

I'm stuck just wondering, what would happen if i stopped wandering, a broken angel squandering his lords blessings, life lived is life stressing, life passed is life testing, I'm sick of it coz I've seen it all before, life lived without the lords law, I have only one flaw, and that is my inclination to be a man, I've seen so much drama so I know the plan.

bro badly and sis m421 can i send some of ur poems to people in my email

i don't mind ^ go ahead

thanx

yeah, absolutley you can. just let me know which of mine you send.

thanx

ok i will inshallah when i do

hmmm I've had enough of this strange brand of faggot hip hop, my biological clock is going round going tick tock, I'm sick of how these A&R puppets find nothing better to talk about but how much women they gave AIDS to, then pay off the victims of their abuse so they won't sue, I'm sick of hearing your riding on 24's, blind to the fact the white elite have you pimped as mind *****s, the fact is all the 50 cent clones are legally enslaved, their audience is rich kids who have been endorsed by escalade, they don't know the truth about a dawn raid, so I'm here to put a spanner in the works, and I'll be ****ed if I don't pack this faggot hip hop in a hearse, my bark is bad but my bite is worse, I'm more elusive than the mafia families, so if they want to hang me, they'll have to track me back through the forest of flames, I'm here to ravage and take over the game.

whoaa

ok thats what i chose.
it was too hard to choose.
am gonna tell everyone that u done them.

I ain't got no wisdom, so i just shutup and listen, to identify the bull**** that keeps the knowledge hidden, steadily wishing for the spirit I'm missing, to come claim me, living in silence but you cant blame me, for the ignorance, blame the godless knights that keep us in the dark, like the song of a lark i sing out to stop my eyes from being so stark, patiently waiting for the freedom that bled from the head of a buried child, soaking Muslim soil like devils hunting in the wild, I try and shift the weight from my heart so i guess I'm shifty, the truth sticks to me so i guess I'm sticky, like UFO's justice is often heard of but never seen, living of the matrix i remain to be weened, speculating if the demons that live and breathe amongst us will ever leave, battling hate on stages with pens and pages, spitting out a million rages, moving on to the next phases, I need the tears of the lord to come soothe me, so I pray it rains to become part of thee, ancient wisdom was lost on plantations, and now with america battling every nation, I weep for all the knowledge laid to rest, mind *****s that go through life in a state of death, never using their minds like their zoned out on meth, i pray to learn with every breath, looking up at the skies that blanket my soul, chasing stars and solar systems to find my goal, but i face the same ignorance that drove Jonah to the whale, I still wonder how we fail to see the truth through the veil, hate bred with greed to give birth to ignorance, losing the reality written in scriptures, the schools let you out to go to prison, trying to excorcise the demons that have risen, i lose my own mind, lose my own time, i need the light to keep me from going blind, trying to find my rhyme, spit it out and I'll be fine, I pray rest in peace to the fathers of knowledge, this poem is homage to all those that brought the truth.

X marks the spot'

x marks the spot where I speak from the chest, and x marks the spot where I release all my stress, and x marks the spot where i'll lay after death, and x marks the spot where I'll breathe my last breath, and x marks the spot where mother sat as she wept, and x marks the spot where you lay as you slept, and x marks the spot where satan laughed as he crept, and x marks the spot where I'll be judged on the test, and x marks the spot where worms will feast on my flesh, and x marks the spot where hunger cuts like a mesh, and x marks the spot where 'll take the book in my left, and x marks me so you can call me X.

and these are sis m421

EDIT*

How does he think he can get away with what he says, how can he think he'll set every stage he plays on fire, he just wants to be remembered when his life expires, he's walks with his head down who the hell does he think he is, and how is he ever going to get anywhere in this biz, he's doesn't talk at all but sings everything that he wrote, and he hits every note, he makes it sound so dope, but how will he make a living from poetry and rapping, he speak on whats happening, he acts like he's to good to chill with his homes, but the truth is that he's all alone.

HOw deep that is

y don't u join sis?