The Wolfie's Den
Thread Topic: The Wolfie's Den
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Chorus: Astro Bot]
Fancy girls, on Long Beach Boulevard
Flagging down all of these flashy cars
[Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, and Lord knows she's beautiful
Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore
She takes the little change she make to fix her nail cuticles
Lipstick is suitable to make you fiend for more
She play Mr. Shakur, that's her favorite rapper
Bumping "Brenda's Got a Baby" while a pervert yelling at her
And she capture features of a woman, but only seventeen
The seven cars start honking, she start running
like Flo-Jo, don't care if they Joe Blow
If they got money to blow, a blow job is a sure go
And sure enough don't see a dime of dirty dollars
Just give all to her daddy, but she don't know her father, that's ironic
See a block away from Lueders Park, I seen the El Camino parked
and in her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where
nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat
Rosa Parks never a factor when she making ends meet
[Chorus]
[Kendrick Lamar]
And Lord knows she's beautiful
Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore
Her anatomy is God's temple
and it's quite simple, her castle is bout to be destroyed
She's always paranoid, watching the law inside the streets
Undercovers and dummies that look like decoys
Remember sergeant let her slide
Said if he seen what's between her thighs he'd compromise, to no surprise
she took the ultimatum round the alleyway and gave him
a warm welcome that filled him right below the navel
Though he was wired up like a pair of jumping cables
His eyes was closed shut, prior charges, he had waived 'em
It was a block away from Lueders Park, I seen a squad car parked
and in her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where
nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat
cause Rosa Parks never a factor when she topping off police
[Chorus]
[Kendrick Lamar]
And Lord knows she's beautiful
Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore
As she bust down like a twelve bunk on tour
she suddenly realized she'll never escape the allure
of the black man, white man, needing satisfaction
At first it became a practice, but now she's numb to it
Sometimes she wonder if she can do it like nuns do it
But she never heard of Catholic religion or sinners' redemption
That sounds foolish, and you can blame it on her mother
for letting her boyfriend slide candy under her cover
Ten months before she was ten, he moved in and that's when he touched her
This motherf---er is the f---ing reason why Keisha rushing
through that block away from Lueders Park, I seen the El Camino parked
and in her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where
nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat
Then caught a knife inside the bladder, left her dead, raped in the street
Keisha's song
Mm, my little sister eleven, I looked her right in the face
the day that I wrote this song, sat her down and pressed play
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So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it."
So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it."
So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it."
So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga I hate it."
So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga I hate it."
Frustrated and I'm riding down the back streets
Making my conscious ask me
"Would I survive to make it up out this hole in time?"
Black boy fly
Black boy fly
Black-black boy fly
Black boy fly
I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo
I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo
He was the one to follow
He was the only leader foreseeing brighter tomorrows
He would live in the gym
We was living in sorrow
Total envy of him
He made his dream become a reality
Actually making it possible to swim
His way out of Compton with further more to accomplish
Graduate with honors, a sponsor of basketball scholars
It's 2004 and I'm watching him score thirty
Remember vividly how them victory points had hurt me
'Cause every basket was a reaction or a reminder
That we was just moving backwards
The bungalow where you find us
The art of us ditching classes heading nowhere fast
Stick my head inside the study hall, he focused on math
Determination ambition, plus dedication and wisdom
Qualities he was given was the s--- we didn't have
Dug inside of his book bag and Coach Palmer asked for his finals
He had his back like a spinal meanwhile
We singing the same old song spinning the vinyl
Eleven graders gone wrong
He focused on the NBA we focused on some Patron
Now watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly
Watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly
Watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly
Watch that black boy fly
Black boy
I used to jealous of Jayceon
I used to jealous of Jayceon, Taylor when I was young
Taylor made a career out of music from writing songs
A Buick had driven past bumping him when I mowed the lawn
Money laundering hustling, homies pondering up against
Schemes to make a million even if doing you harm
War's the case and just in case you wasn't alarmed
The city had fought with firearms and many had died before dawn
Its 2004 and I'm hearing the people roar
For the name of The Game they line in front of the store
Swap meets selling our mixtapes I'm like oh s---, wait
Don't wanna be another nigga stuck regretting mistakes
Mixed feelings was my opinion I was defending my insecurities
Chillin' my conscience next to a villain
Compton made you believe success wasn't real
Be honest, none of us knew of a record deal
So as I peel through these lottery tickets
I see a Harley Davidson truck visit the same plaza we shopped
A tall nigga hopped out with Jordan's and a white tank top
He was top of the rap game, we was the top of the block
So watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly
Watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly
Watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly
Watch that black boy fly
Black boy
My mama didn't raise me up to be jealous hearted
Like most of the winners call it
Regardless of where you stay, hold your head and continue marching
That's what she said but in my head I wanted to be like Jordan
A boy touring the country with money from mic recording
The only way out the ghetto, you know the stereotype
Shooting hoops or live on the stereo like top forty
And shortly, I got discouraged
Like every time I walked to the corner had them guns bursting
Nigga, I was rehearsing in repetition the phrase
Only one in a million will ever see better days
Especially when the crime waves was bigger than tsunamis
Break your boogie boards to pieces you just a typical homie
All these niggas facetious and they all standing beside me
They all will buy me a chopper if any one of you try me
What am I to do when every neighborhood is an obstacle
When two niggas making it out had never sounded logical
Three niggas making it out, that's mission impossible
So I never believed the type of performance that I can do
I wasn't jealous 'cause of the talents they got
I was terrified they'll be the last black boys to fly
Out of Compton
Thank God
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly -
stalks
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I'll be gone when you read this so I just wanted to say
I'm sorry to the couple decent people who got in the way
and maybe there was a point at which it all coulda been different
But this is the position we're in and it's pointless to wish that it isn't
You'll all be gawking when I walk in the door
Cocking my shotgun hammer and you drop to the floor
The clocks shatter I scatter the jock horde and splatter the chalkboard
it matters a lot more, than half of you thought
When you were knocking me like I'm a laughingstock
and a weakling a freak and creep, I was mocked and ignored
You're sorry now but talk is cheap - shoulda thought it before
You're the sorry flock of sheep who made me rot to core
and of course you'll make a break to escape through the corridor
don't be late - I'll set you up on a date with the coroner
and our fate's are sealed, all you fakes
don't worry this will all be over soon
You got your finger on the trigger, kid
You got your finger on the trigger, kid
Line it up, line it up, line it up
And hit me with the truth
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We come together in this hour of need
to the honor the innocent victims of this cowardly deed
of course I share your sentiment as your voice in the senate
but let's accept nothing ever could have been done to prevent it
it's just the strange inner visions of a deranged individual
full of rage, full of hate, full of vitriol
But I gotta mention that it's sick and insane
my opponent's twisting your pain for political gain
that's lame
and I think it's a damn shame
it doesn't give anyone power to cast blame
because the past is past, and it's best that we keep things the same
So my Chads and my Stacey's, go back to the mall
Fill your bags up at Macy's, and chat in the hall
And I hope I'm the vote that you cast in the fall
cause I care for you, it's true
Stick to your guns
Stick to your guns
Stick to your guns
Stick to your guns -
oh halloo droo
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will you help me with the poem oh great wolfy ;;
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yes my friend :3 where will i help? Here? Somewhere else?
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here is fine ;w; thank you so much
this is supposed to be an extended metaphor poem
A paltry mahogany bud of flight
The Ladybug is not far from human relation
Brackets of rose and black bunched as one, a union of interconnection
A society, in depth
Among the group, the Ladybug is common to one, common to me
Vibrant colors of expressed backgrounds, ethics dotted like the noticeable spots on the winged insect
it sucks I know
like help me with your white magic ;; -
alright homie imma hop on my computer and type out some help
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Yayyyyy
Thank you~ -
You totally have the elements of an extended metaphor poem, and I love the comparison! Perhaps you could use a "loveliness of ladybugs" (a group) as the comparison if you wish to take it a little longer and make more connections between ladybugs and humans themselves.
If you wish to keep it short and sweet as you have done, then that is also good. I would switch lines 3 and 4 with lines 5 and 6, but that might be a matter of opinion and my own sense of proper continuity?
Just ask yourself whether the comparison a single ladybug or a loveliness of ladybugs, because it seems like it could go either way with the first read. -
Thank you.
I am just so puzzled on how to do this poem. The structure is really f---ing me up because I want to convey a message but some of the lines are really drawn-out and extended.
Actually, I would consider doing that. It establishes the group or society comparison first and focuses on that one ladybug.
Alright. ;w; Thank you so much by the way.
And alright. But -
When is this due? I hardly ever do extended metaphor because I have the same problems. ;-;
Yeahhh. :) Kind of like humans how it trickles down to an individual eventually.
It's no problem.
But? -
It was supposed to be due today but she made it due on Wednesday so I have enough time. I know, ugh. And you can't use "I am" all the time.
Oh, okay.
I felt like I was bothering.
Oh sorry. Nothing. :') -
Hey, at least you have some more time. If you need me to look at it again before then, just ask.
nahhhhh you can never bother a wolfie
unless im like high and you steal my sour patches ya feel
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