class assignment

a poem,song,quote that would discribe you

at least one paragraph. LETS HEAR THEM !

...Why play for us, if your heart's not in it? Cause what might, what might seem dumb to you is pounding in my heart.

 

Now you're so ashamed, now I'm so

ashamed of you. We believed the same

things. You stand to the side. Rebirth of

hardcore pride. It all came true. Too bad

you can't see. Now you just can't fucking

see it.

err.. I dont exactly get what you're asking for....

 

should I stay after class?

you're moneys on the dresser baby im done with you

Originally posted by <KEY3>

err.. I dont exactly get what you're asking for....

 

should I stay after class?

 

you know, what would discribe your persona...

and no im busy with iquit after class ;)

good ol alabama

thats where you find me

study study hee haw

i like to climb tree

C- Do over

"Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother." -- Lin Yutang

why drink a single when you can have a double?

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OMG

i been on a country kick the last couple of months... these all seem to sum up the last couple of months pretty well, too...

 

sunday mornin comin down by kris kristofferson

 

Well I woke up Sunday morning

With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt

And the beer I had for breakfast

Wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert

Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes

And found my cleanest dirty shirt

It's the one I'm wearin'

And I shaved my face and combed my hair

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

 

I'd smoked my brain the night before

Or I smoked so much the night before

With cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin'

My mouth was like an ashtray I'd been lickin'

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Cussin' at a can that he was kicking

Then I crossed the empty street

And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken

And it took me back to somethin'

That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

 

On the Sunday morning sidewalks

Wishing Lord that I was stoned

'Cause there is something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city side walks

Sunday mornin' comin' down

 

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl who he was swingin'

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the song that they were singin'

Then I headed back for home and

Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

And it echoed thru the canyon like

The disappearing dreams of yesterday.

 

by willie nelson

 

Well I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it cause I know just what I'm gonna do

I'll start spending my money call everybody honey and wind up singing the blues

I'll spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck and brother I can name you a few

But I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it cause I know just what I'm gonna do

 

I gotta get drunk I just can't stay sober there's a lot of good people in town

Who'd like to hear me holler see me spend my dollars

And I wouldn't think of lettin' 'em down

There's a lot of doctors that tell me that I'd better start slowin' it down

But there's more old drunkers than there are old doctors

So I guess we'd better have another round

Well now I gotta get drunk...

 

cigarettes, whiskey, and wild, wild women by steve goodman

 

Once I was happy and led a good life

I had enough money to last me for life

I met with a gal and we went on a spree

She taught me to smoke and drink whiskey

 

Right on the cross at the head of my grave

“To whiskey and women here lies a poor slave

Take warning dear strangers, take warning dear friends”

And right in big letters, these words at the end:

 

“Cigarettes, whiskey and wild, wild women-

they’ll drive you crazy, they’ll drive you insane”

I made a choice for me.

Just one mistake and it's haunting.

I saw someone never wanted to be.

The story's told and it's haunting.

i celebrate my birth to reminds me of my death.

:confused:

ok then.....

 

 

When In Rome,

dont let on that you hate Romans.

right now the only thing that really hits home is method man's all i need.

ummm...as soon as i read the title, all i could think about was bending you over the teacher's desk in detention while the teacher is on one of her "be right back - no talking!" trips to the photocopy machine.

So I'm cruisin in the car with this bougie broad

She said, Jigga-Man you rich, take the doo-rag off

Hit a U-turn; ma I'm droppin you back off

Front of the club, Jigga why you do that for?

Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch

Won't change for no paper plus I been rich

 

that's just playing in the background. makes me laugh.

 

some days you eat the bear, some days the bear eats you.

Vinyl reminded me of this old guy that used to sing the cigarettes whiskey and wild wild women song. He played the harmonica and walked his dog Snoopy around the way. He told us crazy stories like how he killed someone driving drunk and was in jail for a while.

 

 

but on topic

 

Blaze a 50 by Nas.

Blaze a 50

sit back in a droptop Bezour Bently

of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney

top down, nightmare, blow her hair

sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare

fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash

took a blast, out of her coke bag

snorted it, started screamin yo we almost crashed!

earlier i took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass

her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep

overwhelmed by greed, put to death

 

 

Doesn't matter who you are - if you seem like a threat to what I want to accomplish- you getting taken out.

 

* parody of Redman's "How to Roll a Blunt"

 

AwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWWWWWW shit!

Eat it out, eat it out, no doubt, no doubt

Check it out, yo

The year 2000 begins a new age for the cop killers, knowhatI'msayin?

The saga of the Ill Bill continues

The flavor's Non Phixion y'all - get wit it

Check it out, check it out

 

[Verse One]

Check out this new Ill Bill gimmick that's splendid

Since you're down with other shit let's see if you're down wit this

It's about strictly tryin to kill a cop

Once you get the hang of it, after you blast one you steal his glock

First of all you need a fat bag of dust plus the biscuit

Any local store sells the shit, friend

Purchase a milli', not that bitch Millie Jackson silly stunt

I'm talkin about the nine millimeter gun

Pick up the gat, scratch the serial numbers off

No fingerprints, surgical ones are my gloves of choice

All of these other cop killers be thinkin guns are toys

And when these cats get caught, they snitch on all they boys

I kill a cop on a solo mission; without a pair of gloves

Shot him in the face with a stolen biscuit

Then wiped my fingerprints off real careful

If you don't think you ready yet dog, just let the song prepare you

 

That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)

Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what

 

That's how you kill a cop -- peace to Necro

That's how you kill a cop -- peace to Necro

That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 4X*)

Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up

 

[Verse Two]

Yeahhhh! The second paragraph, might make you laugh

When a cat try to kill a cop and catch a plunger in the ass

That's when you know you got to take the gun from him

cause you bout to get snubbed next, and you hyped up, so FUCK runnin

And now the real fun begins son

You kill these ten cops, the best part, you walk away with ten guns

Now you the one that's takin gats from pigs

Imagine one gang, consistin of the Bloods, Crips and Latin Kings

That's when you start to realize what the police is

Government funded gang-bangin thugs; that's what beast is

They say I'm evil, I'm the most righteous

Run up in precincts with assault rifles; kill police and throw bibles

Walked out the precinct leavin no survivors

Half his decapitated wig splattered across the precinct driveway

The watts was stuffed up his body, jerk and gyrate

Shoot him ten more times, then I merc off on the highway

 

That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)

Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what

 

That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)

Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up

 

[Verse Three]

Yeahhhh! Last but not least, Ill Bill like to say peace

to all the cop killers, from the Tri-State to the Middle East

And gimme some dust when I kick the bucket

Pistol or no pistol, when high I'm the wrong to be fucked with

So everybody put they gun up in the air

Cock it back and lick a shot like you just don't care

SO - PUMP UP THE VOLUME!! Screamin out, "Fuck cops!"

I'm out - peace to my pops, I'm off to the dust spots

 

Yeah, Ill Bill's in the house

Yeah, Goretex in the house

Yo, peace to my motherfuckin fam Non-Phixion

Yo, I'm out

Yo Necro, turn that shit off, man

TURN THAT FUCKIN SHIT OFF!!

 

Not that I kill cops, but I would say if this song describes me its the 'I don't give a fuck' type shit. I say whatever, wherever, to whoever and I dont give a fuck. Kind of like this song cus hes talking about smokin cops.

 

 

Not the best work for this assignment but hey, FUCK AN A!

Everlast Diss ---->Eminem

 

Or even further back,

When i first had heard the knack

when you were down with syndicate

I went to get your shit man i was into it

but then you went and took your style and switched the shit

now you sound ridiculous you dickless piece of shit

how could you diss me bitch?

I liked you, thought you was all right for a white dude

remember Slam Tech when i came up and sat beside you started rhymin

then you left the room with sayin goodbye or nuthin

like you mad that someone else was white and tryin to rhym or sumthin

 

I'm sorry man, i wasn't tryin to steal your light or nuthin

but you're a homosexual white rappin irish zero

Man I wish i was irish, i could be a zero too

then i'd be as confused as you

and I wouldn't know what to do

what's up with you?

I never fucked with you

why would you fuck with me?

Knowin i can rap circles around you, what you nuts as me?

Plus i can sing better than you and I can't fuckin sing

and probably play guitar better

and I ain't never touched a string

 

But I ain't mad at you

I'd hate me too if I was you

So every time I write lyric imma think of you

and maybe that'll help me know what it's like to sing the blues

 

 

I wouldn't say this song describes me as a person but instead is a piece I can relate to one of the most stressful times of my life 3 years ago.

Quote:

don't be sad because it's over, smile because it happened

 

Lyrics:

So let the sun shine in, face it with a grin.

Smilers never lose and frowners never win.

So let the sun shine in, face it with a grin,

Open up your heart, and let the sun shine in.

Although Im definitely not a miserable person, most of the time, this song by The Smiths describes my personality and contradictive ways. I go from being happy in a situation to hating it or wanting out in a matter of minutes [this include relationships, passions, etc.] Word to the wise, dont ever ever ever date me [or any Aquarius folk.]

 

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour

But heaven knows I'm miserable now

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job

And heaven knows I'm miserable now

In my life

Why do I give valuable time

To people who don't care if I live or die ?

Two lovers entwined pass me by

And heaven knows I'm miserable now

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job

And heaven knows I'm miserable now

In my life

Oh, why do I give valuable time

To people who don't care if I live or die ?

What she asked of me at the end of the day

Caligula would have blushed

"You've been in the house too long" she said

And I (naturally) fled

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge

For the hearing of my heart

It really goes..

im an orange moon, reflecting the light of my sun (son)

 

erykah badu, bitches.

O DO NOT LOVE TOO LONG

SWEETHEART, do not love too long:

I loved long and long,

And grew to be out of fashion

Like an old song.

All through the years of our youth

Neither could have known

Their own thought from the other's,

We were so much at one.

But O, in a minute she changed --

O do not love too long,

Or you will grow out of fashion

Like an old song.

 

Yeats

there is safety in numbers

to an astrologist, your safety is number

but continue doing your number

until your number is called

..... rule number one....

aim to be number one