Thug Poetry Chapter 3: Love Comes A Billion Ways

You know they say true love will come one day,
But I say love comes a billion ways.

Who's to say or who knows how true love would really come.

Some say you can't fall in love over night.
I say you can miss love in the blink of an eye sight.

You see, I kept my eye's wide open hoping and praying GOD will send someone like you my way, but who's to say GOD sent you and who's to say Im not delusional.

But we'll see.

And for the moment in time;

I'm going to close my eyes and enjoy every moment of our time.
So, come walk with me.
Hold my hands and lets walk the beach.
Listen to the waves. I think Gods talkin to me
Grab her legs and sweep her off her feet
Oh my god. I cant believe god is encouraging me.
So I grab her legs and swept her off her feet.
The look of love between ours eyes has so much intensity.
I'm not trying to blink.
I dont want to miss this love.

No not this time.
So for the moment in time Im not going to close my eyes

because
Your love is mines.

Thug Poetry Chapter 2: My Love Your Heart

Can you handle this baby,
my love is more than a handful.
Gimme 2 quarters of your heart
and i'll turn it into 4
and give you back 8
yah see, your heart's a hustla'z ambition
and every mans desire
put your hands on my chest, i bet you gon feel that fire!
my flames of love for you burns way deep down inside
waitin and yearnin' while that flame is steadily burnin'
hoping and prayin' for that day we make love again
yeah baby,..i wanna make love again
Baby you got that fire,
that give a man desire.
holding your warm body tightly as we exchange those desirably slow wet kisses
Baby.... am i your desire?
Do you desire for me to slowly rub my hands up your body and gently grab your body, holding you tightly in the deep deep nightly hours.
I do..So cum here, we got plenty of things to share,....My Love Your Heart

Thug Poetry Chapter 1: Keep It Real

Equal right, man let keep it real!
you just like me for my strength to work in the fields
but hate me for the color god made me
Where is the equal oppurtunnity?
Man, lets keep it real
Talking about, good job boy.
Hey bubba.
It's all the same
just another way to call me out my name
in all reality; bubba, boy, niggar-it's all the same.It's suppose to be the new milleneum
but things didn't change
from 1896 to the 2000's, this shits still the same.
Man just keep it real
to you....i'm just a dirty black male

thug poetry introduction

Finally we here.

Thug poetry,

not me , but we, even thought it's only me

it's really not just me. This here, is for all my peeps.

Thug poetry. I know u wont think this would come from a man like me,

but being on these streets.

We collect alot of anger and grief under the heat.

it burrys and burrys and builds and builds way deep in our soul.

Burning and aching the bottom of my throat all the way to the bottom where it grows.

Kind of like a tree you know.

Life is my water and thug poetry is my soul. and everyday of my life my tree grows.