Ghetto Love Poems

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hey daddy come here ..let me whisper in ya ear..let me tell you all the nasty freaky shit ..you wanna  hear... throw my ass on the bed...  fuck me till my face turn red...and if you good at it nigga i might give ya ass some head...put ya tongue in this coochie uh huh yup right there....keep the motion going.. (YES) nigga pull my hair....until i feel myself cumin fuck me hard i dont care...imma bounce on ya  shit..watch this fucken booty dip..i remember  in the beginning you w

Your just like the man I've always wantedYou (physically) do me right But, mentally we tend to fight because in your mind WEIR  alright and I agree just to stop each feud when really I want all of you to love me Not just a little laughter,huggs and kisses Nightly sex to put me at submissionI want you to open up to me Mentally !, although You won't So, I guess I will settle with what you give me While I crave for the Real Love " you owe ", to me I'm killing myself inside and, physically...wh

You held me close Kissed me slowly and said , "You'll always be my baby"While I fought myself from pushing out tears I knew what that meant (soft laughter) "Friends!"For a second my heart was shattered Gazing at the ceiling , eyes clouded Until....I remembered why I loved you !As you pushed yourself deep into me The tears fellsoft moans filled our ears Which was so confussing because My body & mind were fighting each other But I hung onto your every motion Wanting it ALL, Needing it ALL,Thin

                I'M IN LOVE WID A GANGSTA         -I'M IN LOVE WID A GANGSTA AND I CANT LET HIM GO, WHEN I'M NOT WITH HIM TIME REALLY GOES SLOW. -I'M IN LOVE WID A GANGSTA WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? MY HEAD KEEPS PLAYING THE SAME DANM SONG. -I'M IN LOVE WID A GANGSTA CANT I SEE THAT THIS MAN JUST AINT FOR ME? BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO SHOULD I LET HIM BE? -I'M IN LOVE WID A GANGSTA AND I DON'T KNOW WHY, WHEN ALL HE DOES IS MAKES ME CRY. -I'M IN LOVE WID A GANGSTA I SAID "FUCK WHAT5 OTHER PEOPL

I feel like I’m ready But I hesitate to stand I want to do it You know call you my man But then I think My Freedom, My Glory Da Homies You know me  The ride slows down and we begin on our journey My mine on my money, and my money on my mineThat fast life can be addicting...Consteadly thinkin stay on the grind... Who am I foolin, I could see the signs Knowing I’m not blind, So like I said back to the story The ride slows down as our journey begins I want to make you more then My lover, More then

I BEEEN THROUGH SO MUCH, SO MUCH IN HELL I GOT LOCKED UP LAST WEEK SPENT 2 DAYS IN JAIL I HATE MY LYFE AND I HATE THESE STREET I BEEN RAPED AND ABUSED 3 TYMES THIS WEEK I SEEN NIGGAZ GET SHOT WITH A BULLET TO THE BRAIN BEEN HOMELESS OUTSIDE THROUGH THE HELL AND THE RAIN BITCHES TRY TO JUDGE ME BUT THEY DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE I BEEN STABBED IN THE CHEST WITH A 10 INCH KNIFE I SEEN MY BROTHER DIE RIGHT BESIDE HIS BED HE GOT SHOT IN THE CHEST WITH THE BULLET TO HIS HEAD U COULD NEVA KNOW ME OR THE

I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let a man tell me how to wear my hair. He says he wants it straight, I say go find a white girl then. How dare you....my locs are beautiful and natural. I don’t be tripping off him wearing women’s deordorant and Victoria’s Secret lotion. I should be the one asking for some changes to be made. Damn ungrateful, unloving to black natural beauty, flower power smelling ass negro. Then he has the nerve to say I look Iike a slave. FUCK U NIGGA! Looking like Kunta Kinte from

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