A NEW SONG

(VERSE 1)
You see me sitting in the school just waiting for class to end,
The teachers saying a lot of fancy things that she knows i can't comprehend.
All my teachers are talking to me saying Shady it's take and give,
I say just leave me alone its my life to live.
Its not fair what is happening to me I think I'm close to the end,
There's good people, bad ones to, pride just makes them blend.
Man I'm loco, through, finished, I think i am finally done,
There is nothing left for me to do but pack my bags and run.
They say I'm lazy, My minds going hazy maybe there all right,
I'm going crazy, Time for phase 3 someone grab a mic.

(CHORUS 1)
Man I'm trying and learning, stirring while burning, there is nothing to do.
They are concerning that i ain't earning the right things to get me through(2x)

(VERSE 2)
Growing up it didn't matter what class you took,
What mattered was how you acted and how you looked.
If you were a little big or small don't dream to be liked,
The world is cruel so don't stress and grab a mic.
Let it out cuz soon you will see,
That some people, aren't as nice as you and me.
They act nice but they can get you down
they aim to make you mad they strive to make you frown.
Its sad kids who don't get to have fun, just cuz they a little strange,
To feel normal then someones telling you,"BOY YOU GOTTA CHANGE."

Everybody should get a chance to live and a chance to play,

Doesn't matter how they live, don't let them pass away.

(CHORUS 1)
(CHORUS 2)
My heads burning I'm trying to learn and nothings getting through.
People concerning that i ain't turning around my life is a zoo.

Going Crazy, Mind is hazy.............
I am crazy So crazy EVERYONE GRAB A MIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE COMMENT IF YOU GET A CHANCE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK SO I CAN EITHER KEEP TRYING TO WRITE LIKE THIS OR CHANGE MY STYLE THANK YOU.

Guess who's back

Guess who's back baby. Eminem is out again and still going strong. There was buzz to when he would release more albums. As a little treat he came out with a little freestyle called I AM HAVING A RELAPSE and it was freaking awesome. Then a little while later he came out with a great song. CRACK A BOTTLE broke a record going from #70 to #1 in a weekend. It was a very creative song. It was him Dr Dre and 50 cent, him writing the whole song of course. Now he has a new song. It is called We Made You. It wasn't meant for talent. It was comedy, he made fun of a lot of people. Ellen, Romo, Jessica Simpson, Amy Winehouse, Star Trek, Bret Michaels, Usher, Guitar Hero, Kim Kardashian, Elvis again, Gambling, Electric Chair, Sara Pailen, Transformers, Lindsy Lohan, Lesbians, Britney Spears, Jonny Cash, Jessoca Alba. It was hilarious, there is deffinatly going to be some tension to this song. Also Mr. Mathers let slip that he is dropping 2 albums this year. Relapse 1 and Relapse 2, and for all those Eminem fans, there are rumurs to a sequal to stan. but nothing has confirmed this. he is the man, tell me if these lyrics mean nothing to you


These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His stupid dad walkin' out Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions go...
Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears Sing with me now, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate,
I guess words are a little helper they can be great Or they can degrade,
or even worse they can teach hate It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now tell me how did this metamorphosis happen From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you,
journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have,
they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me,
strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously,
so i'm signin' cd's while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me If i'm such a freakin menace, this stuff doesn't make sense Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the heck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you...
Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears Sing with me now, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well can it load a gun up for you ,
and cock it too Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's messed up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing Except for a dream, and a little rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe We're nothin' to you but we're the stupid star in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...

now tell me do those words mean nothint to you. that is one of the greatest rap songs ever written. he is a genious and we will live forever. eminem is the man and he is back and better than ever

A man named Dantes

I am currently reading a new book and it is freaking awesome. It is one of the greatest books ever written. It was written by Alexander Dumas, the same author of The Three Musketeers. The book is titled The Count of Monte Cristo. Not that it matters but it has about 1462 pages in it. That is at least 117 chapters. It is beautifully written. It is about a jealous person who was in love with a girl. This girl was on the verge on marriage and that made him uneasy. So he framed the groom she was to wed. The poor groom was just about to be named captain of a ship. The poor groom was named Edmund Dantes. He then was sent to a high security prison, being wrongly convicted for treason against his country. But they couldn't keep this man down. He, after many years of imprisonment, eventually escaped. Battling pirates, thieves and his own thirst for revenge. He comes to realize that the man who betrayed him is no betrothed to his love Mercedes and they have a kid together. And the best part of it all is that no one knew that this man is Dantes. His new life was under a new name, a new identity. To everyone in the country, Edmund Dantes was dead and gone. He was ruthless to anyone who double crossed him. He showed little mercy to anyone who was involved with the framing. He lived his life hurting and aching. He fealt like his heart broken into a million pieces and burned by Fernand, the man who betrayed him. After all this time he was no longer Edmund Dantes. He was something much more fearless and powerfull. He is and forever be known as the Count of Monte Cristo