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My Mother Raised Me

Edited, Recited, Typed & WrittenByMr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Rico SpeightRyan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™RyanNgalasPoemsDaily.Wordpress.com | STNPoetry.Tumblr.com My mother raised me,To become a loving & caring son,To take care of my lovely siblings,And the rest of my day is done. My mother raised us,To do better in school,Not to stare into space,Acting like a fool. My mother raised me,To become a…

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ryanngalaspoemsofficial · 2 years

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My Mother Raised Me Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Rico Speight

Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

www.RyanNgalasPoemsDaily.Wordpress.com | www.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com

My mother raised me,

To become a loving & caring son,

To take care of my lovely siblings,

And the rest of my day is done.

My mother raised us,

To do better in school,

Not to stare into space,

Acting like a fool.

My mother raised me,

To become a healthy teen,

She makes food for the children,

And asks us all to read.

My mother raised me,

To become a humble and nice man,

If they say something mean to me,

I can just keep my mouth shut instead.

My mother raised us,

To become successful leaders,

How did your mother raise you?

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stnmusichq · 5 months

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Not My Fault (Official Music Video) | Reneé Rapp & Megan Thee Stallion

By Ryan Ngala

STN Music HQ Pop Correspondent

Friday, January 05th, 2024

1:30 PM

[Harlem, NY] The Music Video By Reneé Rapp & Megan Thee Stallion

Is Out On YouTube and available on all streaming platforms, the hit chart topping banger

is and is a catching beat up funk fun, from the motion picture soundtrack of Mean Girls,

where Renee Rapp sings and Megan Thee Stallion raps on the beat and this music video,

is so much fun to watch.

#Reneé Rapp #mean girls 2024 #megan thee stallion

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stnpoetryonline · 1 year

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January The Sixth:

Attack On The Capitol

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Tumblr.com | STNPoetryOnline.Tumblr.com

I cannot believe that it has been over two years,

What had happened on the event that was unfolded,

Has us to have opened our very eyes and,

Shattered us to tears.

Thought we were going to be scared,

Once we saw what had happened on the news,

Would be a reflective mindset,

To our point of view.

The hours of Donald Trump being the president,

Before or after he was going to leave the White House,

Has all of us to realized,

He was going to do some dumb shit.

The protesters was to going to stormed,

To the federal government building,

Being the United States Capitol,

Not knowing the consequences of their own actions.

All I have is just four words for them,

And that is this,

Fuck the white supremacy protesters,

Who will try to threatened,

Our United States democracy,

For creating this seditious conspiracy,

Oh, lord have mercy.

Looking like a bunch of cockroaches,

Climbing those walls,

And I am looking like as I begin to stare,

Being a bunch of crazy ass suckers,

How dare you motherfuckers.

The Americans who built the White House,

Brick by Brick,

And the people who try to destroy something so sacred,

They can suck a dick for all I care.

The white supremacist,

Has went to the ice cream store,

Couldn’t decide of all the 150 flavors,

Why not they choose Vanilla as the color of their skin,

Even though what they did was a sin.

I was never a fan of the Trump Administration,

To begin with,

He led the capitol riot,

Over an election loss.

What an idiot,

Hate will never win,

What the former president did was a sinful thing,

Never knew what kind of pain it will bring.

Even though Trump was defeated,

He refused & conceded to give the presidential power,

To his predecessor president-elect Joe Biden & vice-president elect Kamala Harris,

Who would excel for true greatness,

But both Trump and Pence didn’t want it to happen.

But then Trump thought of a ridiculous idea,

If he can overturned an election,

So that he can remain in power,

For another hour or year.

As the tragedy unfolded,

In a senseless act of political violence,

For a moment of silence,

That had led five people to be dead.

That was so unbelievable,

Better yet pure evil,

Better yet not to be stressed,

So freaking cynical at best.

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ryanngalaspoemsent · 2 years

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My Mother Raised Me [Live At The Street Corner Resources Peace Cafe | Friday, August 26th, 2022]

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Rico Speight

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

RyanNgalasPoemsOnline.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOnline.Blogspot.com

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ Entertainment | STN® Poetry™ Entertainment

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My mother raised me,

To become a loving & caring son,

To take care of my lovely siblings,

And the rest of my day is done.

My mother raised us,

To do better in school,

Not to stare into space,

Acting like a fool.

My mother raised me,

To become a healthy teen,

She makes food for the children,

And asks us all to read.

My mother raised me,

To become a humble and nice man,

If they say something mean to me,

I can just keep my mouth shut instead.

My mother raised us,

To become successful leaders,

How did your mother raise you?

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stnpoetryent · 2 years

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My Mother Raised Me [Live At The Street Corner Resources Peace Cafe | Friday, August 26th, 2022]

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Rico Speight

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ Entertainment | STN® Poetry™ Entertainment

RyanNgalasPoemsOnline.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOnline.Blogspot.com | RyanNgalasPoemsEnt.Tumblr.com | STNPoetryEnt.Tumblr.com

My mother raised me,

To become a loving & caring son,

To take care of my lovely siblings,

And the rest of my day is done.

My mother raised us,

To do better in school,

Not to stare into space,

Acting like a fool.

My mother raised me,

To become a healthy teen,

She makes food for the children,

And asks us all to read.

My mother raised me,

To become a humble and nice man,

If they say something mean to me,

I can just keep my mouth shut instead.

My mother raised us,

To become successful leaders,

How did your mother raise you?

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stnonline · 2 years

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Ryan Ngala #RyanNgalaLogo (at Harlem New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CifpKA1OBNc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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stnpoetry · 2 years

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My Mother Raised Me Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Rico Speight Ryan Ngala's PoemsTM | STN® PoetryTM WWW.RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com WWW.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com My mother raised me, To become a loving & caring son, To take care of my lovely siblings, And the rest of my day is done. My mother raised us, To do better in school, Not to stare into space, Acting like a fool. My mother raised me, To become a healthy teen, She makes food for the children, And asks us all to read. My mother raised me, To become a humble and nice man, If they say something mean to me, I can just keep my mouth shut instead. My mother raised us, To become successful leaders, How did your mother raise you? (at Harlem New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWpOP4KNv86/?utm_medium=tumblr

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ryanngalaspoems · 3 years

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rnpentertainment · 7 years

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RYAN NGALA’S POEMS™ ENTERTAINMENT turned 6 today! Thanks To @ryanngala, @ryanngalaspoems & @stnpoetry For all their continuous support.

#tumblr birthday #tumblr milestone

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ryanngala · 1 year

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January The Sixth: Attack On The Capitol

January The Sixth: Attack On The Capitol Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Tumblr.com | STNPoetryOnline.Tumblr.com I cannot believe that it has been over two years, What had happened on the event that was unfolded, Has us to have opened our very eyes and, Shattered us to tears. Thought we were going to be…

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ryanngalaspoemsofficial · 1 year

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January The Sixth:

Attack On The Capitol

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Tumblr.com | STNPoetryOnline.Tumblr.com

I cannot believe that it has been over two years,

What had happened on the event that was unfolded,

Has us to have opened our very eyes and,

Shattered us to tears.

Thought we were going to be scared,

Once we saw what had happened on the news,

Would be a reflective mindset,

To our point of view.

The hours of Donald Trump being the president,

Before or after he was going to leave the White House,

Has all of us to realized,

He was going to do some dumb shit.

The protesters was to going to stormed,

To the federal government building,

Being the United States Capitol,

Not knowing the consequences of their own actions.

All I have is just four words for them,

And that is this,

Fuck the white supremacy protesters,

Who will try to threatened,

Our United States democracy,

For creating this seditious conspiracy,

Oh, lord have mercy.

Looking like a bunch of cockroaches,

Climbing those walls,

And I am looking like as I begin to stare,

Being a bunch of crazy ass suckers,

How dare you motherfuckers.

The Americans who built the White House,

Brick by Brick,

And the people who try to destroy something so sacred,

They can suck a dick for all I care.

The white supremacist,

Has went to the ice cream store,

Couldn’t decide of all the 150 flavors,

Why not they choose Vanilla as the color of their skin,

Even though what they did was a sin.

I was never a fan of the Trump Administration,

To begin with,

He led the capitol riot,

Over an election loss.

What an idiot,

Hate will never win,

What the former president did was a sinful thing,

Never knew what kind of pain it will bring.

Even though Trump was defeated,

He refused & conceded to give the presidential power,

To his predecessor president-elect Joe Biden & vice-president elect Kamala Harris,

Who would excel for true greatness,

But both Trump and Pence didn’t want it to happen.

But then Trump thought of a ridiculous idea,

If he can overturned an election,

So that he can remain in power,

For another hour or year.

As the tragedy unfolded,

In a senseless act of political violence,

For a moment of silence,

That had led five people to be dead.

That was so unbelievable,

Better yet pure evil,

Better yet not to be stressed,

So freaking cynical at best.

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stnpoetryonline · 2 years

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My Mother Raised Me Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Rico Speight

Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

www.RyanNgalasPoemsDaily.Wordpress.com | www.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com

My mother raised me,

To become a loving & caring son,

To take care of my lovely siblings,

And the rest of my day is done.

My mother raised us,

To do better in school,

Not to stare into space,

Acting like a fool.

My mother raised me,

To become a healthy teen,

She makes food for the children,

And asks us all to read.

My mother raised me,

To become a humble and nice man,

If they say something mean to me,

I can just keep my mouth shut instead.

My mother raised us,

To become successful leaders,

How did your mother raise you?

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stnonline · 2 years

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Lift Every Voice & Sing Ryan Ngala Proudly Presents . . . Happy 30th Birthday’s Hip Hop | Pop | R&B: Rhythm & Blues Street Karaoke Night: New York City Live At The Times Square Pedestrian Plaza Walkway Next Wednesday, August 31st, 2022 8:30 PM - 10:30 PM RyanNgala.Tumblr.com Executive Producer & Director Ryan Ngala Donation Available Via Cash App $RyanTNgala Https://www.Cash.App/$RyanTNgala (Works With Android & iOS Devices) & Apple Pay Send Money & Text Me At (646) - 704 - 5703 (Works With iOS Devices) (at Manhattan, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChqVXeltmMI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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stnpoetry · 6 years

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Stop The Violence Poem | Ryan Ngala

Stop The Violence

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written

By

Mr. Ryan Ngala

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

Don’t snuff out my light,

Before it has a chance to shine bright.

Beat the Odds,

Not your child,

Girl or boy friend,

To be your own partner.

Violence Is,

Not an Option,

Non-Violence is just a lifestyle.

I want to hear laughter,

Not gunfire,

Put Play back in Playgrounds,

Cruel WORDS…

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rnpentertainment · 7 years

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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™ www.RyanNgalasPoems.Tumblr.com | www.STNPoetry.Tumblr.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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