tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892527561104818762011-04-21T16:53:31.586-07:00This is my mind, what is going on in my head. Feel free to comment whether I know you or not.Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644474201355802341noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789252756110481876.post-88744258495252210652008-04-01T13:23:00.000-07:002008-04-01T13:33:14.599-07:00Well it's time to grow up and be a man<div>Time to have a family and provide them all that I can</div><div>But it seems now school ain't too cool</div><div>But if I don't go I just get deemed a fool</div><div>I don't do school like the regular do</div><div>Because I'm not regular, I'm fresh, I'm new</div><div>I can't see myself working a 9 to 5 </div><div>Everyday hating work while struggling to survive</div><div>I see myself being great, changing the world around me</div><div>I can't see myself fearing phone calls while bill collectors hound me</div><div>I see myself making millions with an unlimited bank account</div><div>So much money I need a whole team to count</div><div>I see myself changing lives and being a role model</div><div>I can't see myself in the gutter looking at my life through the bottom of an empty bottle</div><div>I see myself being great like my heroes</div><div>But I want my fame to mean something, not just a paycheck with a lot of zeroes</div><div>I can't see myself being lazy, I always want to strive</div><div>Because although I don't believe in god, I know there is a reason I'm alive</div><div>It's to be great</div><div>That's my fate</div><div>It's not too late</div><div>And I know once I'm great</div><div>People will hate</div><div>And they'll state</div><div>That I'm not that great</div><div>But I know, greatness comes from what you do</div><div>And who you are, so who are you?</div><div>To tell me what I'm supposed to do</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789252756110481876-8874425849525221065?l=notebook-fresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644474201355802341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789252756110481876.post-87484679946793096722008-03-24T23:02:00.001-07:002008-03-24T23:10:56.003-07:00Who did you used to be? A friend<div>We always had great times together, friends until the end</div><div>We would joke and poke fun at each other</div><div>But I thought of you as a brother</div><div>So when people would say things about you I would stand up against it</div><div>It was a thing where we could joke, but no one else could say shit</div><div>We would hang out everyday, from when I woke up in the afternoon until I went to bed the next morning</div><div>No matter what we would do, it never got boring</div><div>But I went away for a while to get things straight for myself</div><div>It seems when I left, you put me on the shelf</div><div>You found other friends, yea I did too</div><div>But you were still MY best friend, but I was nothing to you</div><div>I hope things friends are worth it, because this one is close to leaving</div><div>Our friendship was once great, and it was something I believed in.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789252756110481876-8748467994679309672?l=notebook-fresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644474201355802341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789252756110481876.post-10916894677296240932008-03-24T22:36:00.000-07:002008-03-24T23:00:07.506-07:00I want to see the world before I get old<div>Want to go where it's hot and spend a week where it's cold</div><div>Want to meet new people and see new things</div><div>I want to be in England when Big Ben rings</div><div>I want to go to Australia and see some kangaroos</div><div>Fly to France and fly to Italy whatever I choose</div><div>Come back to America, see some sights here</div><div>Go down to the coast of Mexico, where the ocean is so clear</div><div>Go hiking in the forest, maybe climb a mountain</div><div>If I could get going, who knows what country I could be in</div><div>All I know is I need to leave what's here, spread my wings, I've got bags to pack</div><div>Once I leave here I'll look in a lot of directions, everyone except back.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789252756110481876-1091689467729624093?l=notebook-fresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644474201355802341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789252756110481876.post-67201231833140788022008-02-29T13:54:00.000-08:002008-02-29T14:00:18.343-08:00As they sign up for the line of fire<div>They accept the inevitability that their life will soon expire</div><div>Our friends, our brothers, our sisters, mothers and our fathers too</div><div>They are fighting an unwanted fight, don't act like it doesn't bother you</div><div>The letters from war are read soaked in tears</div><div>As our loved ones are across the seas living out our fears</div><div>Our Commander and Chief </div><div>Stands by his belief</div><div>That what he is doing is right</div><div>Sending loved ones to fight</div><div>His war on terror</div><div>Where there is no room for error</div><div>If they slip up, they could die</div><div>If they slip up, we will cry</div><div>As we sit and wait</div><div>For strangers to decide their fait</div><div>Will they die or will they live</div><div>Giving all they have to give</div><div>So on with our lives we go</div><div>Keeping you in our thoughts and in our hearts, while you are over being heroes.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789252756110481876-6720123183314078802?l=notebook-fresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644474201355802341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789252756110481876.post-4752601713055445922008-02-28T14:28:00.000-08:002008-02-28T14:42:48.142-08:00As you take a look around<div>You see drugs are easily found</div><div>On the corner, in the parking lot, even in your house</div><div>They can take control of friends and family, girlfriend or spouse</div><div>It can cause your friends to keep secrets, saying that they're fine</div><div>When really the only way they can cope is to go and snort a line</div><div>When coke is his best friend and I don't mean the soda</div><div>Because he can't survive the day alone anymore, his like is so tough</div><div>It's hard to keep this secret, even if it is for a friend</div><div>Because if I keep this secret, it could bring his life to an abrupt end</div><div>Keep his trust or save his life, the decision I must make</div><div>When you look into his eyes, his happiness is so fake</div><div>Friends are forever, but loose lips can sink a ship</div><div>Can these lips sink even the strongest ship? The one called friendship?</div><div>I didn't want to know the secret</div><div>I don't want to keep it</div><div>But I will die to protect my friends</div><div>Even if it means our friendship ends</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789252756110481876-475260171305544592?l=notebook-fresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644474201355802341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789252756110481876.post-58820002579360622432008-02-27T22:57:00.001-08:002008-02-27T23:18:09.321-08:00Where did it go? <div>The love we used to know</div><div>Why did it leave?</div><div>Am I just being naive?</div><div>I thought what we had was special, even unique</div><div>I've always been known to be a strong guy, but your smile would make me weak</div><div>Each day with you was like a holiday</div><div>Because with you, all of my worries would just wash away</div><div>You'd take me away to paradise</div><div>Together we would share a vice</div><div>Me and you, you and me</div><div>I wanted all of the world to see</div><div>Our happiness, and what we were together</div><div>When there were rain clouds, you were my sunny weather</div><div>Why did we stop laughing? Why did we stop smiling?</div><div>Why did our phones stop dialing?</div><div>All we have now is our memories, but those are fading with the distance</div><div>But the real sad thing is, I'd take you back in an instant.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789252756110481876-5882000257936062243?l=notebook-fresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644474201355802341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789252756110481876.post-89971846246196350312008-02-27T21:29:00.000-08:002008-02-27T21:56:17.440-08:00As I take a look around, I'm disgusted with what I see<div>People take, but don't give, nothing but selfishness around me</div><div>So I do what I can</div><div>I lend a helping hand</div><div>And I ask my fellow man</div><div>To do the same</div><div>Restore the name</div><div>Of what was once considered a great race</div><div>Slap hate in the face</div><div>Be kind to those close as well as far</div><div>No matter who you or they are</div><div>Kindness can go miles</div><div>It can bring smiles upon smiles</div><div>It can turn enemies into friends</div><div>Make friendships with no ends</div><div>We can make the world a better place to live</div><div>If we just take the time to give</div><div>It's not all work and no play</div><div>If we all give a little bit each and every day</div><div>Eventually it well get around, everyone can feel rewarded</div><div>From the rich, to the poor kid</div><div>If you reach out and touch someone</div><div>We can all become one</div><div>One person, one place</div><div>One smile on one face</div><div>This doing good stuff can come in handy</div><div>And help us all become one big happy family</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789252756110481876-8997184624619635031?l=notebook-fresh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644474201355802341noreply@blogger.com0