T. Loko Spoken Word Poetry

"Believe In Yourself or Nobody Will Give a Damn About You!"

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Why should I be mad for?

Posted by mckeown.cheniqua on August 21, 2012 at 3:30 PM Comments comments (40)

Four years in some months

And they say we can’t be together

10 to 15 I don’t even want to deal with

Love and happiest they want to take from us

Why should I be mad for?

It’s unbearable.

Smart comments, nasty looks

I guess I even more of a disgrace now

And all you know is that you love me and want to bewith me forever

But nobody can’t see that because they block by thewrong judge

And I say again why should I ...

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When I Fly

Posted by mckeown.cheniqua on August 20, 2012 at 5:45 PM Comments comments (0)

I fly in the sky ofpure white widow

While I’m laying on acloud of ecstasy

My mind was in a worldof pain

My body was in a worldof destruction

I feel so freakingloose that everybody hit this lick

And lick this bread ofall white chickens

My hand is on a triggerof an AK-48

In my broke down cloudwatching people get rape

I’m so gone that Mr.Jack Daniels beat me to a pillar of salt

Me and AK-48 had agood, beautiful night with this bea...

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Class Act of Tricking

Posted by mckeown.cheniqua on August 17, 2012 at 2:10 PM Comments comments (0)

I feel the love in her eyes

Words from her soul is so sad

The tricking of my mind made her love me more

I don’t care, money speaks more

No attraction from my eyes sight

But for hers it’s love at first sight

My conscious pours guilt

With a scent of filth

Money speaking louder

So I put ugliness behind me

Maybe I am feeling sorry

For the tricking of master

But I’m a genius of a pimp

Even smoother tha...

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Behind Closed Doors (S4S)

Posted by mckeown.cheniqua on August 16, 2012 at 9:55 PM Comments comments (0)

My love is dress with a masculine touch

When she breathe she breath in my lust

With a look in her eye you see a desire of passion

Like an ice cool drop of exciting pleasure

When my love speaks she makes me weak

With the calling of my name made me lose my speech

My love walks with a sly, smooth glide

That every time she comes around she makes me so happy and glad

My love is precious, so sweet and so innocent

That the taste of her lips and t...

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