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Monday, March 27, 2017

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™
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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.

Saturday, June 11, 2016

#SubwayDancers Poem | Ryan Ngala



#SubwayDancers 

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written 
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala 
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ 


As I stumble upon a train, 
When I enter on an 8th Avenue local stop,
I see some upcoming dancers introducing themselves, 
As they started to perform straight to the top.


Doing tricks and flips like I've never ever seen, 
It became a social media phenomenon, 
As I scroll upon my Instagram, 
As these dancers came and show their stuff.


Many dancers were moving to the body, 
To the music that they were shaking to, 
No distraction from them other train passengers, 
Listening to the sound of wherever the music was playing from.


They Started to get warm up, 
Get ready to burn up, 
When they turn up the sound to their speakers, 
They made some room to make some clear space.


One, Two, Three all eyes are on them, 
Many of the moves that I see, 
They already practice for themselves, 
As They listen to the sound of the rhythm.


I wish that the hashtag topic #SubwayDancers will always be trending worldwide, 
As many subway dancers could also become great celebrity dancers one day, 
As for someone who will entertain young children in making sure the moves are always straight to perfection, But that they will always look forward in their right direction.




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

Saturday, June 27, 2015

How Much Do You Love Me? Poem | Ryan Ngala

How Much Do You Love Me? Poem


Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala

Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

Http://www.RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | Http://www.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com


How much do you love me,

More than I can ever know,

To put flowers on you like a crown,

As If you were sitting on the throne.


What makes you so beautiful,

Despite all the boys being so pitiful to you,

Don't let them hate or throw shades at you,

Just because you look so beautiful even more than they do.


But is how much you love the person right next to you,

Deep inside your heart,

Right from the very start,

How to find the person you even meet in one day can even be your best friend till the very end.


Who do I love is my mother,

She will always take good care of me,

Unlike any other person that I have ever seen,

That can even be put in an iPad screen.


How much do you love your family,

All the above,

Especially for my Mom, My Sisters,

My Brother and I,

Will one day reach for the stars

oh so high. 


That's how much,

I can tell,

That makes me feel so well,

That's all I ever wanted was love and connection,

But what's love got to do with it,

When you are standing with the person right in front of you.


As you look into her very eyes,

With every single step you took,

As She says "I love you",

You love them right back,

But the question is,

"How much do you really love me?",

Right back at ya.


Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™.

All Rights Reserved.

Friday, December 5, 2014

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

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ & STN® Poetry™ 
Proudly Presents…
Getting Money | Straight Stunning | 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™

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,
And 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 stunning,
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 HCZ C.S.O, HCZ E.T.C, HCZ 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 stunning,
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.

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 get 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.

Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™.

All Rights Reserved.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

What Makes Them Girls So Beautiful? (What Is It?!!!) Poem | Ryan Ngala

What Makes Them Girls So Beautiful? 
(What Is It?!!!) 
Poem

Poem 
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written 
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala

Is it by the way they walk,
Or by the way they talk dirty,
To dem boys,
As they flirt on 'Em,
Having them listening to their favorite jam song of the day,
Courtesy of R. Kelly.

What Is It?,
Is it by the way they,
Whip their hair,
Back and Forth
Courtesy of Willow,
Just to show 'em how,
Much their really worth.

And let 'em know who,
The baddest boss there is,
These chicks will be,
So flossy.

So stylish,
So cute,
And all so very pretty,
Destine to be victorious,
In every area of New York City.

What Is It?,
Is it by the way,
Dem lip gloss will be popping,
As they step on to the scene,
Looking so fresh as hell,
As they step into the movie screen.

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

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Mr. Abel Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

Proudly Presents...


Mr. Abel Ngala
Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

My brother is one of the coolest person,
That I consider him to become as my number one helper,
Who will always want to work hard,
And maybe one day he's going to go far.

And will always want to do better in school,
Not to stare into space,
Acting like a fool,
Unlike he use to.

My Mom will always pushed him,
To tried his very hardest to succeed,
As he always goes to class,
And be on time just to learn & read.

Whatever obstacle or path he choose,
At least he ain't got nothing else to lose,
At least we are the ones who's going to become far,
Because he shines just like the brightest star.

He is always so active,
And who always considers to play basketball,
With his school buddies,
But also decides to follow his own footsteps,
In any obstacle that he choose from now on.


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

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Auntie Doreen Poem | Ryan Ngala


 
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written 
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala

God has created a beautiful woman,
That he has made,
So she can be human in his name,
She has a loving and caring heart.



Right from the start that,
It'll be staying,
In her special body,
Living in her own special house,
Because she's making,
So much money.



She is a hard worker,
Who's living longer,
That she'll always remains stronger,
As she is leaving in her place in Jalingo, Nigeria.



To be arriving and visiting us here in America,
All Day,
Can you guess her name?,
For who she really is.



The answer is here,
On a piece of paper,
And a picture of her beautiful smile,
That person's name is Auntie Doreen.