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My poetry is dark, sad, an mostly its about my life an what i been thru not fake bullbunny soo plz do not take my work... Also I'm down with the Clown an if anyone knows what that meanz then much love, but I been down since I was 15, my juggalo brothers (Joel, Jeremy, and Erick the main ones)help me find the way to the hatchet an I am proud to be a Juggalette. ICP Dark Lotus Monxide Child zug izland twisted abk, the rest of the gang are the bunny. You mess with one u mess with all....but i just had a kid and she is one beautiful angel but sadly i decided for an open adoption its tough but she with one loving family and im glad my brother told me about them but im gonna miss my daughter but she will kno im there for her alwayz
THESE LYRICS HERE IS WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT
DArk LoTus
Juggalo Family lyrics



Violent J:
"And they wanted to know if I would trade 10 juggalos for a 100 main stream fans And I said I wouldn't trade 10 juggalos for a 100,000 mainstream fans 10 juggalos is priceless"

Blaze Ya Dead Homie:
I gots love for my homies, members of the Lotus
United we stand, squashing all deadly forces
Been to hell, could of spent eternity there
All the bad bunny I've done, I should still be there
Juggalos can ya feel me, feel me, worldwide, worldwide
Running with the hatchet straight out the Lotus Pod
Always got your back till end screaming juggalos
Dark lotus, psychopathic that's the way you go

Monoxide Child:
So many people in the matrix die alone, hey
Not me, my soul belongs to juggalos, they
Keep me going when I'm down and out
I pick up the phone drop them a line and here them shout
Saying Twiztid is the bunny, and I'm down with the clown
Dark Lotus for life until I'm dead in the ground!
I give a dap to all my homies and killas who get it started
All my juggalos always represent for the departed

Chorus:
Mass murder makes me happy!
Dead bodies make me happy!
Say what you will of me
I'll always have juggalo family!
Mass murder makes me happy!
Dead bodies make me happy!
Say what you will of me
I'll always have juggalo family!

Shaggy 2 Dope:
6 individuals pedals formed from 1 stem
Who try to run away and not follow any trends, with no friends
Cause we accend from the same dirt, filth, grit, and grime
and combine Juggalo minds to crush Mason shrines
Whats yours is mine it was mines is yours
Let the wagons of the Dark Carnival show you different worlds
Any hoes front a juggalos or the hatchet
Tell them to come suck on your dick, we psychopathic!

Jamie Madrox:
All my life I've been living it all alone
I'm like a king with no people or a crown or a throne
And what I'm speaking on is what I'm feeling like
Do you know what it feels like to feel the warmth of the sunlight
I'd really like to know cause I've been chilling in the dark
For so many years that I question love in my heart
And I hate everyone, and I hate everything
Except for all the juggalos and the love that they bring!

(Chorus)

Anybody Killa:
Let me get your ear and make myself clear
It's the L Family Juggalos right here
You can take away my mic you can take away this life
But this love we got ain't never gonna stop
We eternal, pass the surface bullbunny
Dogs on another level can you feel this
It's Twisted, Blaze and ICP,
And if you're bunnyin with my dogs then you D-I-E!

Violent J:
If it wasn't for Shaggy my shirt would still be baggy
I wouldn't be fat, I'd still be hungry and crabby
We used to buy our own records at the stores
So they would think it's a hot seller, and order more
But we built a team of same killers with the same dream
But we couldn't reach the top, we'd stay B level like Charlie Sheen
We finally realized we will always have the juggalos
I'll never give another second, to them other hoes!

(Chorus x3)
Lotus!!!
Lotus!!! Lotus!!! Lotus!!! Lotus!!!

"And they wanted to know if I would trade 10 juggalos for a 100 main stream fans And i said I wouldn't trade 10 juggalos for a 100,000 mainstream fans 10 juggalos is priceless"




HEY HEY
THIS IS MY AP FAMILY RIGHT HERE:

THIS IS MY TWIN SISTA
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her poems rock yo, me an her are real kool after a few dayz, an she has been thru the same Shit like wit her pops an her real momz, an b/f drama.. man she been thru it, an the Shit we been thru is an almost is like we been done the same road... And she is one of the most respectful and honest people i ever met...soon i hope i can meet her in real life after i get out this pergo shelter an thats when im 18. but my daughter is gonna she her momma'z ap twin sis and her soon to be god mom too. Rock on sis I love ya

theres not much to kno about me just a soon to be teen mother at 17 (soon to be 17) an a typical goth an in shelter an well nothing else to really kno but im just a sad soul most ppl say

HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

*Repost this in your jounal if you believe homophobia is wrong.*

ABORTION IS WRONG *Bold*


Month One

Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of
your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your
heart beat is my favorite lullaby.



Month Two

Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could
definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home
though. It is so nice and warm in here.



Month Three

You know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want
you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad
too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.



Month Four

Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a
lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my
fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it
too.



Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a
baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?



Month Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it?
It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No .
. .



Month Seven

Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about
abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?



Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never
see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never
run. One more mouth that will never speak.



......Abortion can cause alot of pain...think about the consequences and the fact that you will have guilt with you throughout your life.....Think about the babies...