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Nurriddyn Umar

Montclair, NJ, United States

Poetry

LIVING DEAD 2 THE EPIDEMIC

YOU GOT TO OVERSTAND SHIT HAS GOTTEN OUT OF HAND
DUDE THOUGHT HE SLICK GOT BUSTED IN HIS HEAD WITH
A PIPE OR A STICK
I'M THINKING ITS A DRUG DEAL GONE BAD
THEY SAY HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN STABBED
NOW ON LIFE SUPPORT
PULLINGTHE PLUG MIGHT BE THE NEXT THOUGHT
ANNETT STILL THINK SHE CUTE
BUTCH DONE GAVE HER THE BOOT
SHE USE TO BE A GOOD LOOKING CHICK
NOW SHE LOOKS LIKE DOOKIE ON A STICK
SHE SMELL AND LOOK BAD
SHE YOUNG BUT LOOK LIKE A OLD HAG
WITH THIS COMES TO MIND
THIS OTHER CHICK FROM AROUND
CLAIRMOUNT AND PINE
SHE DRINK VODKA SOMETIMES WINE
WENT HELTER SKELTER
FOUND DOWNTOWN NEWARK OD IN A
SHELTER
THESE ARE THE SIGNS OF THE TIMES
THEY DROPPIN LIE FLIES
LET TAKE A BREATH
NOW BLACKS ARE SMOKIN METH
DRINKIN LEAN WET GANK
THEY SHOOTIN STUFF IN THEY LEGS
NECK ARMS
FROM THE TOP OF THEY HEAD TO
BETWEEN THEY TOES
SMOKIN SHIT IN PIPES
STAYIN UP ALL DAY AND NIGHTS
THERE DEMISE THEY CANT HIDE
THIS IS A FAST FAST SUICIDE
OH GIRL WAS NICE THICK JUICY
GRAPE
NOW A DRIED UP UNSWEETENED RAISIN
AND SHIT DONT FAZE 'EM
THEY DONT CARE IF THEY LOST HYGIENE
OR HAIR
QUIET CAN LONGER BE KEPT
MY EX WAS STARTIN TO LIKE A WRECK
I USE TO WRITE POEMS FOR HER
I USE TO PLAY SONGS FOR HER
THAT CHIPPY SHE HAD DONE TURN TO KING
KONG
WITH ME SHE HAD EASE SHE LEFT ME NOT FOR
THAT DIKE WHO SUCKS THE GLASS PIPE
BUT FOR HEROIN DIS-EASE
MOLLIES FOR DEM YOUNG DOLLIES
HEROIN FOR THE JUNKIES
LEAN / SYRUP FOR DEM PRANKSTAS
THE WANNA BE GANGSTA
THAT INUP A CELL
AND YOUR BUNK MATE
WANTS TO MAKE YOU
HIS PUNK MATE
RUN ALL IN YA MAKE IT ALL
FUNKY
AND YOU A JUNKY
COME HOME4/ 364 CANT LEAVE THE DOPE ALONE
YOU NEED 3BAGS TOGET OFF E
YOU AINT GOT MONEY FOR BAG
AND YOU A UNDERCOVER FAG
TOOK THE CHANCE WITH SHATIANS
DEMONS YOU DANCE
CAME HOME WITH THOSE THREE DEADLY
LETTERS HI AND V
RAN UP IN YOUR BABY MOMMA
OOOOO WEEEEE
YOU MADE YOUR DECISION
WERNT GOING BACK TO PRISON
ENDED UP ON A BAR ON A GRIMY FLOOR OF PISSY BATHROOM STALL
YOUR LAST BAG OF HEROIN
THE CUT WITH FENTANAYL
NOW THEY SING
AMAZING GRACE HOW SWEET
THE SOUND THAT SAVE A WRETCH
LIKE ME
YOUR LIL BROTHER LOOK UP TO YOU
HE LOOKING DOWN ON YOU
WHEN YOU USE AND ABUSE
EVERYBODY LOOSE
WONT SEE ME IN A RUT
WONT SEE ME THROWIN UP
MY GUTS
THIS SHIT AINT NO JOKE JUST HAD
A MINI STROKE
FROM STRESS THE STRAIN
THE DEEP DEPRESSION THE PAIN
LOT OF MY PEEPS HAVE TAKEN THAT FINAL CALL
THAT FINAL FALL
LOST TWO BROTHERS A SISTER
AND BROTHER IN-LAW
THEY ARE CRYIN FOR DRUGS
THEY ARE LYIN FOR DRUGS
THEY ARE DIYIN FOR DRUGS
KIDS USE TO WORRY ABOUT GETTING ZITS
BACK TO
ZEBRAS AND CODINE THEY CALL THEM HITS
IM STAYIN KLEAN AND SUCKS ON SOME CLITS
HEAR ME SAY THAT SHIT
SEE NOW I GOT YOUR ATTENTION
NOW BACK TO THE LECTURE
AT HAND
YOUR BODY YOUR MIND
WILL HURT THEY GETTING HIGH ON COUGH SYRUP
400 BILLION WENT TO LOCK UP
HARDLY NOTHING INTO TREATMENT
THAT THE WAR ON DRUGS
ALL IT DID WAS CRIMINALIZE A ENTIRE RACE
THIS BE YOUR GOVERNMENT
GOVERN=MIND
MENT=CONTROL
CONTROL YOUR MIND
K2 KRCODIL
HERON BENZO THEY LACE IT
MORE DEADLY THAN EVER BEFORE
YOUR LIFE WASTED
THOTS AND HOMOS
TWERKIN AND JERKIN
GETTING OFF THERE JOLLIES
GOOD GOSH IT BE MOLLIES
MY STATUS ONCE READ
CRACK HEAD
ALCOHOLIC
DOPE FEIN
COWARD
GHETTO PERVERT
FAST FOWARD
AUTHOR
ACTOR
POET
ED-U-TAINER
ISLAMIC REVERT
DRANK ROT GUT WINE
HAD A BOTTLE IN MY HAND
MOST OF THE TIME
WAS OUT OF CONTROL
OUT OF SOUL
OUT OF MIND
COMMITTED ALL SORTS OF
SIN ALL SORTS OF CRIME
THAT WAS JAHILIYA
THE STATE OF IGNORANCE
I WAS GIVEN DELIVERANCE
I KNOW ALL THIS SOUNDS
DEEP DEEP DEEP
I WAS REAL CREEP CREEP CREEP
A GREAT CHANGE FROM A LOW
LIFE SCUM TO A UPRIGHT
RESPECTED PERSON
SOME SAY IM A STRANGE MAN
IM NOT A DERANGE MAN
I HAD TO CHANGE MAN
I REARRANGE MAN
HOPE YOU CAN RELATE MAN
OVERSTAND
WAS HALF A MAN
TILL QURAN HADITH
NOW IM WHOLE AGAIN
I SWAM THE DEVILS LAKE
NEVER WILL I MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE
NO NEVER NEVER"
NOW MY MISSION
AND MY DECISION
I JIHAD AGAINST ALCOHOL/ DRUGS
IM GOING ALL OUT WITHOUT A DOUBT
ALLAH-U-AKBAR
I COULD NOT SEE THE SIGNS
OF ME LOOSING MY MIND
DOWNTOWN SECOND AND PINE
IM THANKFUL
IM GREATFULL
KLEAN AND SOBER
YEARS IN 29

THE LYRICAL NUTRITIONIST
NURRIDDIYN UMAR

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