Monday, September 29, 2008

My song


Whatever Dre just let it run Ay yo turn the beat up a little bit Ay yo, this song is for anyone F*** it just shut up and listen Ay yo I sit back with this pack of zigzags And this bag of this weed It gives me the s**t needed to be The most meanest emcee on this - on this earth Cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just cursed And just blurt this bezerk and bizarre s**t that works And it sells and it helps in its self To relieve all this tension dispensing me Sentence is getting it, stress has been eating me recently All through this chest and I rest to get peacefully But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone When you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eating or feedin' my daughter To not come and speak to me I don't know you and no I don't owe you a motherf'n thing I'm not Mr. NSYNC and I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly I can be a prick, if you tip me my tank is on empty No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm lifting you ten feet In the air, I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you Go call you a lawyer file you a lawsuit I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe I'm tired of arguing - I don't mean to mean but it's all I can be It's just me And I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam Cause I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense it's constant And "oh it's just lyrical content!" The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses And all of this controversy circles me And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me So I point one back at 'em But not the index or the pinky or the ring or the thumb It's the one you put up when you don't give a f*** When you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull Cause they full of s**t too When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up your school And they blame it on Marilyn - and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look at where it's at middle America Now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see An upper class city having this happening Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel That I need for the fire to burn and it's burnin' and I have returned And I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam Cause I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am I'm so sick and tired of being admired That I wish that I would just die or get fired And drop from my label and stop with the fables I'm not gonna be able to top what my name is And pigeon holdin' to some poppy sensations They cop me rotation at Rock 'N' Roll stations And I just do not have the patience To deal with this cocky Caucasians Who think I'm some wigga who just tries to be black Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls So they always keep asking the same f***ing questions What school did I go to? What hood I grew up in? The why? The who, what? When and where and the how? Till I'm grabbing my hair and I'm tearing it out You've been driving me crazy, I can't take it I'm racing, I'm pacing, I stand and I sit And I'm thankful for every fan that I get But I can't take a shit in the bathroom Without someone standing by it No I won't sign your autograph You can call me an asshole I'm glad cause And I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam Cause I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am


This song does not really relate to me, but it does kind of relate to real life. Well he just gets tired of so much crap that people put him through. So he decides to rap about it. The reason i like this song is because it helps me out with getting anger out of me. He choses to yell in the song and say everything that gets him mad. i like to do that as well

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Bio Poem

Jimmy
Child of Veronica and Martin
Who loves his family
Who hates people that talk crap
Who wants to go to college
Who wishes he could've Jesus to question him
Who is scared of reality
Who dreams of flying away
Who is determined to do what he wants without letting "Can't" stop him
Who values his life
Who is proud of who he is
Who graduated from Elementary but not Junior High
Who lives in the ghetto, trying to make the best of it
Jimmy