Poem

[laki4006]

They call it LSRCR
The home of SAMP
When you start to play it
You shut down the lamp

OK IM DONE IM GETTING OUT OF THIS BITCH BEFORE I GET BEATEN UP K BYE

[Indognito]

They call it LSRCR
The home of SAMP
When you start to play it
You shut down the lamp

OK IM DONE IM GETTING OUT OF THIS BITCH BEFORE I GET BEATEN UP K BYE

lol well if you say so XD

Hard core cause I can never go soft beatn you up and burning down your loft I got molotovs stashed in the croft, before you know it you picture would be cropped in the funrel you attend only you're the star of the show in the dead mans ottity, prodigy, I'm droppin so many niggas it's like winning the lottery. Betting with your life and I just can't lose before you know it your family is singing the blues cause one of those bodies is capital y.o.u, I ain't trippin when I'm dissing your rhymes, the stuff you create ain't worth a dime it's just as sour as lemon & lime, but you're lucky that I ain't got the time so you'll live one more day but don't think you can stay cause I own the town and the place you remain.

[Indognito]

I was waiting for this to get bumped.

[Indognito]

I'm a fat censored and ya know this, but the gangsta ass niggas won't show this, eat a hamburger in a minute, two bites down and I'm in it to win it, one ain't enough, two is to low, I eat all the food that they have in the store, but I ain't poor when the money rolls in I'm coming for more, I eat so much I can't fit thru the door.




Lol I thought id switch up and make a parody because why not.

[Gangsta19]

Aint letting this topic die cause i promised this guy it'll reach at least 20 pages,i could sit here and write at any time of the day,it's just that i'm busy,making money legitimately ain't easy,the thought of going back to my old self makes me dizzy,selling dope all of my life is just too cheesy,making that fast buck is kinda risky,it used to be as easy as sipping whiskey,till my buddy got shot and it made me think,i could just die in a blink,of an eye,man the thought of it,it stinks,dying for money is not honorable,but on the other hand being a salve to labor is not so wonderful,rainbows no longer seem colorful when you work 8 hours just to afford your own funeral.
My thoughts are racing,having to deal with the reality i'm facing,i hate the duality,i'm aiming for peace but it's green that i'm chasing,i know if i go back i may end up like the rest of the group,get as confused and be stuck in a loop.That's why i will fight with all my might and change my ways,i saw the light in my darkest night and i have yet to witness the brighter days!


..just a quick heads up

[Zoroark]

Infected

Never asked for life, it's a war I'm forced to fight, darkness never reaching the light because fuck that shit it's bright. I don't wanna live, so everything I have I give, till they can't take no more, why the hell was I born? Both my parents torn apart, when they fought it broke my growing heart, I was only ten, I still have wounds that need to mend, No one at school I can befriend. My skin color is the only reason, acting like I committed an act of treason. Couldn't go without a fight, I was never in the "right" because I am white. I ask why does it matter? They can't even give a fucking answer! Now I'm mad and filled with hate, fuck life nothing I can appreciate, you wanna help too bad you're fucking late. When I needed it I was told to wait. All I can do is watch, The anger inside is taking over, cutting people down like a lawnmower. I just hate me, is there someone else I can be? Let this soul flee for all eternity and let me rest in peace.

That is a poem about my life back then, contains real stuff too.


The story behind it is that my parents fought a lot than broke up, I went to a racist elementary and middle school (until I moved out of Florida) and when I needed help I was put off by just about everyone or given the wrong kind of help.


Often if anything happened it was me who got in trouble (no matter what) so after a while I stopped caring about all that. The title is called infected because I was infected by my anger at that time.


I'm pretty much over it though, just felt like making a poem about it. Most of my poetry is pretty depressing if not a rap battle or random stuff I put together.

[Juice.]

I'm captain of the hood dog, yea thats who you see
I'm captain of the hood dog, tell me who you be!
Don't play out in my street, I got that K out in my street
380 tucked in them jays on my feet.
My kicks sharp like I'm wearing a pair a cleats.
I got your girl eyeing me, yea she spying me
creeping and following me
I'm a G
I keep two guns together like they Siamese.
So pls.. dog
don't try me or I cut your life short like Chinese.
We got sooo many guns aint no way to hide these!
Running over bodies, pitch fork on the Maserati
Pullin up, Kawasaki, Knocking niggas out like Rocky
Got the thotties with da body, On wood with no Holly
Sippin Sake, I told lil mama I'm good without the molly
I'm hood without the shotty, We like to party Lodi Dodi!!
I pull up n a new Bugatti, already got the hotties
While your boo looking sloppy, Man I swear I'm too cocky.
Don't leave your girl around me, I'm a true player for real.

[Naruk]

3 years ago, was the time i had to grow
Still a lil gamer, nothing could be as lamer
Downloaded samp, Lsrcr was on the stamp
Had my first account, was like horse I need to mount
Named it sound like rocky, behold the epic Draky
Alone in my room, I played it with a boom!
And then found myself attached, all I knew I was an egg about to hatch

Toxicity, I gave this game a lil pity
All I knew later, in 3 years its gotten better
But hey, got myself some lil haters, all I need is water, is there any of the waiters?
Damn! It's become a rotten ham
Pride, indeed the server's on this ride
People, squipple! everyone complains about a ripple
Everyone's a kid, you can't even just get rid
Formality, is not at all maturity, otherwise, it's just a wannabe
Everything is messed up, like a dick in wrap
Arresting someone cuts your life in a half, bu though you get the chance to make them cry like a calf
Models? Huh? more like a bunch of a crudels, gods heh, but aint they got them rods
All I had to do was to put on a mask, felt the urge of a task
This game is on a havoc like a zombie pack, everyone now plays dirty, trying to hide a lame hack
But oh, oh no, it seems a little twisted, cause nowadays, innocents are also busted, and the guilty is being trusted, and now, all I feel is th pain of being wasted
But oh, though this is far behind security, we still make up this strange community, and somehow, people build some unity, though they flock together, only if they're as one in terms of feather.
But yeah, life's but a weather, can be weak as feather or as strong as a leather
We may face a downfall, we might burn the town hall straight to the hell, all of it sadly fell
But oh wait, we have the wings on our back, now let's make a comeback, as one, as a pack!

[Crossbones]

No offense but don't you guys have anything else to do except writing poems

[Zoroark]

No offense but don't you guys have anything else to do except writing poems

make a poem or don't post here. Simple as that.