Jake420• Show poetry

I not a deep poet (Well at least I wasnt until I started thinking of sad shit and shit about my life and being hated on.)I just like to flow about my lfe. And smokin Blunts and shit. I wasnt even in to poetry until I found out Tupac was a great poet. I just put my lyrics down and write it as poetry. I smoke blunts allday everyday. I am in love with the most beautiful and sweetest girl ever Crystal Michelle Miles, soon to be Jovanovic. . My favirate rappers are:

$Tupac$
Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony
Lil' Whyte
Eminem
50 cent
Twista
Dr.Dre
36 Mafia
Do or Die
Kanye West
Snoop Dogg
Ludacris and so on!

And as hard as it is to believe I do like rock. As a matter of fact I play the electric guitar. I like Mettalica, Sublime, and nirvana.


Here are some of my favirate songs:

Dear Mama By: Tupac Shakur:

Dear Mama Lyrics



You are appreciated

[Verse One: 2Pac]

When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
with the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac]

Lady...
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?

[second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama"]

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rent's due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

[Chorus]

Sweet lady
And dear mama

Dear mama
Lady [3X]

Smokin Song By: Lil' Wyte:

My Smokin' Song Lyrics



[Chorus: repeat 2X]
This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it get hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry

[Lil' Wyte]
Check it out I roll with Swisher Sweets
And all day long I'm down to smoke
When it comes to chiefin' dope
Its got to be dro to make me choke
What's the word up on the low
I'm a let you know soon as I hear
That dro gone take a few hours
But I got hook ups on that pure
What you want player What you need
Comes to you no stems or seeds
Twist it up just as quickly as you get it and you will see
Swisher Sweets and greenary
Gone leave you floatin' like the sea
Carribean Islands where I find them dope dealers supplin' me
I got no time for yo bullshit
When you say you ain't got my goods
Check yo references and find out I'm reliable in the hood
Give me bab I wish you would
You'll see just how Lil' Wyte work
Say you pushin thunder chicken
Bag it up let's watch it twurk
If it's some dirt, then you'll get no cheese in return when I come back
The only reason I do that
Is to get a refund on my stack
But if its fire I'm comin' back
To get some mo and that's a fact
Bet's the believe it's got to be goody goody green
That's where it's at

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry

[Lil' Wyte]
So you got a quarter key of some that California chronic
If its fire I'm jumpin' on it
And if it ain't I'm bouncin' off it
It ain't no profit comin' back
A big ole bag of Bobby Brown
Soon as get that shit I'm Frayser bound
And down to smoke a pound
I never frown as long as that Mary Jane is all up in my system
Too bad you miss them What
Them six blunt that we turned to victims
Its on again
Like you got a two liter coke and a fifth of Hen
Steppin' in everywhere you go fallin' down
Cause you ten seats in the wind
Throwin' up nothin' but liquer and bud
Slow ya roll dog you to fuck up
You gone end up like the rest of them fools
Face down in the flo' cause you got to buck
I got some problems just like you do too
But there's always tommorrow
Will mo solve em'
Pass me the blunt I'm gettin tired of hittin on this bottle
It's almost over for me and you
My ass about to pass out
One mo thing before I go
Never mind just put that fuckin' dope out
I'm smoked out
And there ain't no way I'm gone keep on a going
I should of been in bed a long time ago
I know it

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
This is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry