Old friends are good friends.

yo... im fucked up.. so lemme tell ya this real talk.

snort another one patna.

another day started and another early wake up
6am homie i need some shit to take up
my nose cuz its been dry and i got some days to make up
i hope this shit dont cake up when i snort like a generic
so ima do this right and take some time to prepare it
take it easy do it right and suck off the coating
green tongue fuck it tho im fo sho to be floatin
it says oc 80 so this shit is for real
crush up 2 lines and roll up a dollar bill
savor the flavor of the moment of glory
oxycodone smells good aint u heard that story
put the dollar to tha table and inhaaaaaaaaale
gotta sample the product so i know what to sell
well, all i gotta say is this shit is dope
oxycontin in my system now im rockin like a boat
noddin out and itchy scratchin
dont ya love when that shit happen
all my life i just been trappin
hit the beat and then start rappin
when im high the illest flow
hits my brain and shows fa sho
who that knockin on my door
weed man cut up a cigarillo
and you know its always indo
purple haze it makes me choke
and we do this every day
on the first or fifth or fourth
do my oxy every way
in my nose or in my brain
aint no stoppin im just poppin
til im faded and im droppin
never shoot cuz thats a path
dont wanna go down cuz the aftermath
any junkie'll tell ya just ask
so ill still keep it real
long as i got oxycontin and a crisp dolla bill
ya i run this shit fa sho
OCs all in my nose
we gonna call up some hoes
cuz they know we gettin dope
these some dimes and my game tight
like kobe on game night
toss em in the bed
cuz they know i hit it just right
go on girl hit the lights
swish ya hips side to side
bouncin on my dick fa sho
like a buckin bronco
she pouncin on the shit
like a tiger in the congo
4 hours to bust a night cuz my mind fucked up
3 hours if ur good guess u might luck up
well its friday night and im about to ball
best of luck to everyone and a fucked up night to all

This has been a slingblade original

 

Had to search for this one.... But, I'm reviving it.
Figure I will have to threads for opiate based poetry....

The Great Delusion



Riding the train, unlimited horse power,
When it hums and rushes, many cower.
It's the apex, relax and rest your eyes,
Don't forget the catalyst, insufflate the best, but don't cry.
It's sex. It's bliss. Do not resist, enlist.

Always there, no matter where.
With a shoulder to spare, ultimately neither of us care.
Tribulations we share with a blank stare.
What a beautiful pair.
What's good for me is good for you...
But ask yourself: What would Tyler Durden do?

On queue, first me, then me. Maybe you.
Are you me, am I you? Neither of us ever know what's true.
The great delusion.
Delusion. Fusion? Fusion. Delusion?
No, confusion.

-does2

 

I'm Hers

Pans clang, trains ring, awaken and the morning begins with a bang.
Every day's the same, maybe shame, no pain.
"Seems it'll be a good day", I need to stay sane.

"Refrain and have control, take heed. Don't chortle."
Sorta mixed up, this is based around greed?
"No. Feed." Maybe I see, isn't it horrible?
It's seed, it's stripes. Violent it is, indeed.

A lone stalk, strengthened from a constant wind.
Many balk, many laugh at length. Don't forget we all sin.
Chalk, spin... do it with finesse. This is where it is, where it's been.
Of course, regress. It seems the best.... because she's blind.
It's what she's seen, maybe she needs a rest. No, she's mine.

Mine. A little less. Because she's mine. Always second best. Because she's mine.


-does2

 

here let me help

c is for cookie and thats good enough for me
c is for cookie and thats good enough for me
cookie
cookie
cookie
and thats good enough for me

(sung in the voice of the cookie monster)

 

"Day in the Life"

No make up, just wake up, its a quarter past ten.
Muscles are already aching, time to do it again.
Its a never ending cycle, a mandatory minimum
But you did it to yourself, the judge didnt sentence ya.

By now its 11, before you hit the streets.
Youre cold sweating in 90 degree heat.
Shaking so bad you dont know what to do.
And it seems like everyone is looking at you.

Almost 1130, and you havent found profit,
No cars unlocked, no people out, no chances for robbin.
Sneeze three times, then once more, a fourth.
That monkey on your back has got his claws in for sure.

And then you see it, at 10 past noon.
A Cadillac STS, 4 door, maroon.
The locks are unlocked, God is with you for sure,
You think to yourself, as you open that door.

You look through the glovebox, center console, and dash,
for anything that could be sold for cash.
Jackpot! Eureeka! Whatever you call it.
Sitting in the seat, is a brown leather wallet.

Credit cards, bank cards, $120 in cash.
Snatch it up, and head back real fast.
Call up the guy. "When can we meet up?'
"Right now," he says, "Just look for my truck."

Deal is done, it was simple this time.
You lucked out, not caught for the crime.
Tomorrows a new day, and get caught you might,
But for right now, its another day in the life.

 

Sling, you are very talented and I love your poems!. I value your contribution a lot, if it wasn't for you it'd just be me...
Maybe in a few days when I have time I will type up some saved shit instead of freestyling it.... without further ado....:


Keep warm with no logs or fire,
Never tire. Whither up or rot??
It is a lot! The situation is dire.
Conspire, yes. Do what's required.

The tension is permeating before the flame.
Finally alone, I'm ecstatic you came,
and not a care in the world! Just us and this carnal lust.
Man or girl, it's all the same.. no question let's make no fuss.
You've got my total focus, leave an impression.
Boil, bubble... go ahead and fight, I'll get my way. It's a must.

-does2

 

i can't write worth shit.
but you guys are very talented.
keep it up :cheers2:

 

An Ode to Heather (She's So Heavy)*

The highlights of livin'
Near death, adrenaline
Your tears and clean linens
Reelin' and spinning
Puke and mystical speakin
Deduction, deception, direction
Bliss, ignorance, discovery
Common comradery
Soiled ambition
Possession, impossible progression
A perpetual session

-does2


*From Abbey Road: "I Want You (She's So Heavy)"

 

The Fool


Finally stepping through the turnstile,
the ride is over. A sly smile, with no number to dial.
Convinced of the right side, being beckoned... single file.

We're all last in this line, dragging forward with a trained smile.
Ease into crime quickly cut in line. It's not fine. Trial.
Meager and minor, this time.
Sometimes the fool cannot whine.

Back to the single file line, though this one's white. It's fate,
a narrow escape because the fool's never late.
Reward only in spite and at this rate, the fool will be rabid and bite.

-does2