Getting Money | Straight Stunting | Gotta Stay Hustling: The Next HCZ Anthem Poem | Ryan Ngala

Getting Money | Straight Stunting | Gotta Stay Hustling:
The Next HCZ Anthem Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
https://www.RyanNgalasPoems.Wordpress.com | https://www.STNPoetry.WordPress.com

Verse One:

If I became the boss,
I would start my own company,
Start hiring more employees,
So we can make a lot of money.

If I became the boss,
I will make a change and a difference,
Building better schools,
And eliminating ignorance.

If I became the boss,
I would take a stand for justice,
To take care of my own community,
To make it cleaner and stop the roughness.

No more drive by’s and shoot outs,
No more gangs and guns,
Because we all share the love,
See look how far we’ve become!

Those who hate will drown,
Not in their sorrow but in our glory,
But that’s a whole another story,
We know we aren’t fronting,
We know they aren’t getting nothing,
Because we all made it into something.

My name is Ryan Ngala,
My rhyme is the best,
I got all these flow’s written down on my chest,
As I’m sitting on the throne,
Because I’m representing the Harlem Children’s Zone.

Verse Two:

Them fly rich girls will be stunting,
With their shades on, and their legs so long,
They are always stacking their paper,
While jamming out to their favorite song.

All my fly guys will be winning,
With their tailored suits, and african roots,
Keeping it trill,
Cause they know God will.

My Mom doesn’t get stressed out,
My Mom will always teach me how to save up,
Because she will always know that,
We know what’s up.

This is for all the fly ladies & the fellas,
That I represent for C.S.O, E.T.C, Human Resources,
And all of the other HCZ after school sites above us all,
Starting with the flyest students & the staff members,
Who are also here in the building as well.

We them fly HCZ hustlers,
Who will always be,
Getting to the money,
Always straight stunting,
Best believe me when I say this,
We gotta stay hustling,
You already know.

It’s a glorious morning,
In the city of New York/
People came to look for a job,
Some place they can work.

I live in the big apple,
Where there are great things in motion/
Everywhere you turn there is an,
Opportunity waiting for you/
With it’s arms wide open.

Verse Three:

Where so many celebrities,
Get a chance to meet and greet,
They get a chance to have an autograph being sign for me,
Now that’s very sweet.

Strike a pose for the picture,
It has never been more clearer,
Painting a picture so vivid,
As my dreams gets nearer and nearer.

As I’m getting my paper,
By getting certified big checks,
Every fifth of the week/
Because Harlem Children’s Zone Is,
Where you work and don’t sleep.

I climb to the top,
But I will never ever stop,
To far reach out my destination,
During the world’s most population.

Many Harlem Children’s Zone Students graduated,
To The Top Of Their Class,
Having all the haters,
Looking at them so funny,
Wishing that they have all their hard earned money.

As the students, reach to their full potential,
And hopefully one day they will become truly successful,
There’s no doubt about it, because the sky is the limit,
Just to let them know if they are in it to win it.

Copyright © 2008 – 2020 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™.
All Rights Reserved.

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The Beautiful Poem Video | Ryan Ngala

The Beautiful Poem Video | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com
There’s no other word,

To describe your perfection,

You dress to impress,

For all the boys Who stare at ya.

Keep on smiling,

And posting pic’s Of ya bad self,

I like the way you look,

Now go strike a pose that You just took.

To put it as a profile,

Picture on Facebook,

Them divas haters will be hating,

Cause they ain’t styling as hard as you.

You have a passion for fashion,

In every aspect of your creativity,

Right in front of you,

You look like one of them fashion models,

Who styles on project runway,

And keep on stunning with them shades on all day long.

So keep on balling,

Keep stunning,

In any way that you like,

Go get yourself, A Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabbana.

And a couple of Chanel bags,

Because to me,

You’re beautiful,

Just the way you are,

On the outside.

If I Was The King Of The World Poem | Ryan Ngala

If I Was The King Of The World
Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ Entertainment
RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | RyanNgalasPoemsEntertainment.Blogspot.com

If I Was The King Of The World,
I would save it,
Let every voice be heard,
Without having to say a word.

Lift a finger and there was peace,
International from here,
To the middle east,
And whenever they say speak.

I don’t say a peep,
Just listen to their concerns,
And wait for my turn,
To say it’s okay,
And that God will make a way.

No matter what it takes,
I will make the world a better place,
That brings happiness and love,
Just like the one above.

I know you worry,
If someone like me,
Has the potential,
But don’t judge a book by it’s cover.

Cause under this blubber,
Is another,
Who is stronger and rings,
That he is a king.

So that we can all make a difference,
So that we can be air live on,
So many television stations,
Just to be inspired by young kids.

From Africa to America,
To New York or to Tokyo,
Wherever that I want to go,
Just to let you know,
If I was the king of the world.

Copyright © 2008 – 2020 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™. All Rights Reserved.

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