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My beloved son
please listen to me

Don't lay your youth
for a swift donkey
she loosed its bands
she loves the wilderness

The swift donkey my son
as sweet as sorghum
as bitter as wormwood
as spicy as red pepper

When you near her door
come in my lover, she says
my husband is too old
here is a cup of gold

When you enter her door
let's see my bed she says
here is a cup of gold
my husband is too old

When you take the gold
she will not let you go
when you refuse the gold
she still not let you go

The swift donkey my son
don't come near her door
Listen to your mom my son
don't look into her eyes

Poem By: Ratu Goblok

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Watch out muthaf**kaz, A-Mode'z comin thru…
Heez gon tell u a story thaz 100% true..
Ayo Ive jus started it, herez ma rap…
Hold on to yo seats cuz Im bout to snap..
Ive got clicks in ma bag..
u see ma name in each underpass I tagged..
When I start ma thang…I cant be stopped..
U wanna take a bold step??..go call tha cops..
IF they hit me, I'll hit 'em back…
Im the devil himself nd I noe u noe dat..
If u call me bastard…Yeah I am a bastard!!
U keep fuckin around wimme nd I'll git yo ass plastered..
U think your a gangsta??…around here Im tha real Gee…
How many timez I gotta tell ya not to fuck around wimme??
Im tha worst motherfucka u ever saw..
Even if u look at me tha rawng way I'll break yo jaw..
U muthafuckaz act like u noe wad is pain..
Nd yer tryna teach me wen u don even gotta blood-stain..
"I wont deny it, Im a straight ridah" thazz wad Pac said,
en hee wuz gittin shot at..
Im born wid dis talent, thez r ma skillz..
Ma pain duznt go away no matter how many punks I kill..
Danger iz ma middle name, ma brain'z gon crack..
I alwayz break tha lawz, aint on tha straight track..
Bloody ass muthafuckaz, I told u not to mess wimme..
I'll bust yo bitch ass until u drop down nd beg on yo kneez..
Vr tha leaderz, v aint afraid of no shyt..
Vr gon bust yo ass, jus lyk wad v did to Daniel Kit!!
V bang each hood, hu r tryna blame..
V git more rep, tha more v gain..
Donchu noe bout us??…vr tha 9-0-9..
Im gon own dis shyt, tha whole city iz mine..
Tha only 1 left iz named Klash..
Im gon keep attackin him until he gits crashed..
I noe heez strong but I aint weak..
Ive been waitin fo' so long, fo' dis fame m tryna seek..
Klash thinks heez a rapper..but hee cant live dis shyt up..
Im tha real Emcee nd Ive been livin it up..
Got ma ankle ripped off but u still see me walkin..
Wen i start ma killin spree ther aint no stoppin..
U muthafuckaz think that ur all I deserve??
Got sum clicks in ma house nd thaz alot more than I can preserve..
(CHORUS):
Grab on to yo hatz niggaz, here comez Tha gangsta (tha gangsta)
U betta hold on to yo bagz niggaz, here comez Tha gangsta (tha gangsta)
Watch out heez takin out heez clicks niggaz, oh yeah heez Tha gangsta (tha gangsta)
U betta be ready wid yo sticks niggaz, oh yeah heez tha gangsta (tha gangsta)

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I have an urgent need, unemployment and homelessness,
a very small vehicle for my family and I to live in.

The housing authority has two years waiting lists, and we
need something more than the vehicle and the parks to go to.

We need our own kitchen and our own bathroom.
Please help.

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Por Tu Guesa

Gustavo Dourado

Laço em laço: enlace-me:
Pindoramafra: luzilázia…
A língua de Juca Pyrama:
Zumbi(u) Camoniânima
Luxafra - brasilíndia tupiguarânia
Morenua Rósea Sertântrica…

Floresce(u) Latim por tintim:
Romamor Romãe: proema
D África: Axé-Nagogô
Brasilis-flor naturativa
Antropofálica Mistura:
Frevo-fervor: Línguímã: Nheengatu…

Por tu Guesa:faço-me errantente
Trovejo-me silen cio nuniversom
Relambeijo a Língua-gen
Dos Grãs Sertons:
Lusíadas…Veredas…

BrasiLíngua! Por(tu)Guesa:
Lusídica rosa personalizada…
Experimentalizo la langue
Nas ancas filo-lógicas do verso…

Contra.passo-lhe numbigo:
Bahianauta barrococó Gregórion
Riobaldorim Casmurro Borba
Policarpideiro Caminha Drummond
Matias, Aires, Bernardim, Vieira…

Machado! Motor-serra textual
Álvaro Ricardo Alberto
Pessoa metalingual:
Santa Cecília cancioneira…
Murilo, Jorges, Sousândrade
Andrades, Campos, Bandeiras…
Serafim Ponte
Grande Mira o Mar
Bossa Nova: Tropicália…
Cobra Cabral Macunaíma…
Lima Barretom Jobim…
Rosa de Hiroshima.
Rosa das Minas:
Guímã-Rosa do Povo:
Embaixador do Ser-Tao…

Gustavo Dourado. Poeta e cordelista. Letras (UnB). Pós-graduação em artes, literatura, teatro, gestão e linguagens artísticas. Autor de doze livros. Premiado na Áustria. Selecionado pela Unesco. Tema de teses de mestrado e doutorado. www.gustavodourado.com.br

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Let's run away my boy
Be strong, be sweet
Keep your finger crossed
Keep it day and night

They want to take my soul
To read the map to the pearls
The pearls for the homeless
It's not for the hungry pirates

The B worked at night
Sent magic spell to your bed
When you woke up at night
The lust covered your eyes

You came to protect me
You came to guard me
You're my man of war
You were my mace

They took you away
They seized my mace
They tried to break me down
But, they break by their own

By: Ratu Goblok

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