A trilogy from me, you see...my poetry from Mr. V... Gangsta of Ganja I'm a gangsta of ganja and I'm packin' my piece I'm toasty and chillin' and wearin' my fleece I'll be burnin' some nugs with my family and friends Cause the vibe here is Irie and the love never ends So you narcs and you snitches and you DEA types And you dark hearted meanies and grinches and gripes You can stop what you're doin', and end your whole scene Cause the waters of justice will be washing you clean Our Light, it is Living, and humming with juice And our spirits are soaring and our Mojo is loose All inside we are glowing with white light and spirit If you quiet your mind and your thoughts you can hear it So Cannabis lovers, faeries and gnomes Come out of your closets, your shacks and your homes It's a 4:20 planet with plenty of time For fightin' for freedom with rhythm and rhyme Cause a song in one's heart and a nug in one's bowl Can dig any old hempster out of any old hole And if Babylon thinks it can stand up to our chants We'll just kick silly Babylon right in it's pants And all hempsters and healers and stoners, see here It is time to awaken, our duty is clear We must all come together, unite and stand tall With high pride we'll harmoniously weather it all There's a spark from the sun and it's catchin' afire In the hearts of all good people and taking them higher So be packin' your piece and remember your goal It's to free all creation and heal every soul Thou Shall Not Kill Holy water in my pocket, pants too tight Hot as a sprocket cause I pray all night Got nothing in the oven, lookin for a thrill Lookin for some lovin with an urge to kill Got a flip-flop flapjack makin me a half-stack Don't need a tic-tac breathin in the good gak Don't like the blunt cause it tastes like crap Filter all your water don't drink from the tap I got death row Jethro sittin in his cell Contemplates his navel in the roach motel I got glass house gangstahs, unmerry prankstahs Republican president is such a wanker Everybody's crying when the lights go dim Mother wife and children all thinkin of him How can we possibly look into the light And tell our kids another death makes a death alright This hypocrite habitat looks pathetic Death row bros try to look athletic Innocent people being put to death Take the blind off of justice cause she might be deaf Open up your eyes and take a good deep breath Count the corners on your karma cause you might be next Path of a Tear In each teardrop that falls From an eye on a face Is a heart full of feeling Or sadness, or grace Be it happiness, grief Or a tear of emotion, Each drop carves a canyon And comes from an ocean. As gravity pulls every tear to the ground They negotiate cheeks, lips, and chins to get down The fleeing of travelling tears on one's face Is a cleansing redemption that's purging someplace The journey of liquid that flows from the eyes Holds a heapful of healing of significant size So surrender to tears as they travel on down And smile while you're crying or alter your frown Because the path of a tear Is a sacred release And its gift is the feeling Of healing and peace. Peace and Love, Vivian McPeak copywrong 2004 All Rights Reversed
~* I liked the middle of the first one...the second was well done, but not my tatse...the third was more to my taste and done nicely. I'm not usually a big fan of rhyme but yours is well done, thanks*~
Rap? Never thought of them as rap, but OK. yeh, I have poems that are more stream of consciousness, but these poems were written to be adapted to melody...hence the more traditional form. It tends to make your poems Hallmark like, but fuck it, it's just art, eh? thanks for the freakback. peace, Viv-
