John Ackerman Poems

there came up from the projects a Brooklyn youth
holding anger in his eyes he came at a big surprise
with two turn tables with a mic he was ready for a fight
rattle his cage at such an early age all in a haze
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take me back...
away for a moment,
Whiskey woman take my hand
don't let her memory torture me
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into the arms of rap that's where its at buiding through the confusion in fusion
got flames coming out my baseball cap I'm in need of a nap keep close to the doorway
fresh rhymes I'm still on time you maybe brave see me at the arcade park my Benz in back
folks tend to over react but I tip my hat got news for you all bridge the gap know what's up
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back in the day where hustlers stayed there were those very afraid
he was born in the gutter his momma was a vamp selling her junk in the trunk of a car
up all night slept all day he was blown from the frey
viscious fangs that bite two turn tables with a mic insisted on a fight
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Agatha The Princess

she was on the throne
far away from her home
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Rays of stray sunlight
Part your auburn hair
As you walk in the cornfield,
Breathing breath as fresh
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Empty
The clouds roll above black as tar
I try to run but it's too far
Stuck in this dreary place
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Joy
Moonlight
hits my face
like some soft
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she has a name
who are we to blame
please fan the flame
of her desires turned to fantasy
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new the branches midnight fall
the bitter taste of it's moments to call
today i stand fully erected like a port at storm
chasing the dreams from my head
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