Sunday, April 29, 2018

Stop The Violence (Official Poem Video) | 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 can hurt too as well. 

Hit the Lottery,
Not a child,
Reach for a Peaceful Resolution,
Not a Weapon. 

Let My Life Be Elevated,
Not Eradicated,
I want to THRIVE in my neighborhood,
Not just SURVIVE in my neighborhood. 

Let my parents plan my life,
Not my funeral,
As a young adult,
Cry at my Graduation,
Cry at my Prom,
Cry at my Wedding,
Just don't cry at my funeral. 


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Trinity Church Harlem (Official Poem Video) | Ryan Ngala




Trinity Church Harlem 
Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written 
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
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It's a beautiful sunny day,
To start on a fabulous Sunday,
Where in the heart of Harlem,
Lies what's in beneath the center of a local school located in 122nd Street,
Between Lenox Avenue & Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Blvd. 

The old church between 130th & 131st Street,
Gets destroyed by a bomb cyclone,
But I guess the storm wouldn’t leave the building alone,
It just left danger and destruction inside along with it. 

Where there are no rules allowed,
Only just to love and praise for the person who created you to become,
I guess there is no one else greater,
Then the one and only Jesus Christ our Lord and savior. 

Where the congregation of people,
From all ages above,
Who styles in their fabulous but gorgeous good looking clothes,
Who loves the Lord for who he is in the Holy Bible. 

From bible verses for which they will start to scroll,
As they start to sing all day long,
They gives their tithes unto the Lord,
For which is better to give than to receive ten percent for what all you guys really earned. 

This named of this church has been known all around the world,
So that Pastors can preach to the people of the congregation of God's word,
From scriptures of the bible to let their voices be heard,
They wouldn't known if it witness it's power unto the Lord. 

This is the church that I love so very much,
As it show so much diversity within the community,
It doesn’t matter where you are or what you are coming from,
But just to let them know that this church home is where You will always Belong. 


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Tuesday, January 16, 2018

I Am Martin (Who Am I?) | Ryan Ngala

I Am Martin (Who Am I?)
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

Who Am I?
A young man who wants to bring change in the state of Georgia,
Who is also a motivator,
And a great speaker,
Who does whatever it takes to bring peace and change in the whole world.

Who Am I?
If I were the king,
I would bring the people to march with me in the city of Washington, D.C.,
To recite the speech “I Have A Dream.”

Who Am I?
A man doesn’t takes no for an answer,
Who has the willingness and destiny for greatness,
Who is so gracious for anything else in this world.

Who Am I?
As A Pastor,
A Fearless Leader,
Who Led the March over the bridge to Selma.

Who Am I?
My Name Is Martin Luther King, Junior.

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All Rights Reserved.

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.

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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

The Beautiful Poem Video | Ryan Ngala




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

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.

Monday, June 15, 2015

My Mother Raised Me Poem | Ryan Ngala


My Mother Raised Me Poem | Ryan Ngala from Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ Ent on Vimeo.

My Mother Raise Me Poem | Ryan Ngala

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

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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Friday, April 18, 2014

If I Was The King Of The World (Official Poem Performance) | Ryan Ngala

Ryan Ngala reciting a poem for "If I Was The King Of The World" at the F.A.M.E Church Bethel hosting it's 2011 Fashion & Talent Show.

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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


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.