<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:09:44.166-08:00</updated><category term='The last 4 years.'/><title type='text'>4:25</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-5700725156298114005</id><published>2011-05-11T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:54:32.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Long as they rich&lt;br /&gt;they gon be poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if I'm content&lt;br /&gt;he gon want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if he take mine&lt;br /&gt;it's gon be war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I take his&lt;br /&gt;we fightin' once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were not &lt;br /&gt;created equal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of us are smarter&lt;br /&gt;some of us were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid as fuck&lt;br /&gt;so some of us el never learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and long as fire exists&lt;br /&gt;some of us will burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life is fucked up&lt;br /&gt;shit el' never be fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and long as somebody usem&lt;br /&gt;drugs el be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all these children&lt;br /&gt;parents don't give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first fuck about em'&lt;br /&gt;shoulda never lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past the first trimester fuck them&lt;br /&gt;cause most of the worlds problem is fucked up kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I shouldn't have to live&lt;br /&gt;in a fucked up world but the truth is I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried not to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;but I can't do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to live your lie&lt;br /&gt;but I can't do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I cannot do it&lt;br /&gt;I cannot let this world go to ruin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;that's what i'm doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expose their lies&lt;br /&gt;that's what i'm doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the whole world el know&lt;br /&gt;the truth that for so long was kept from em/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long as I let em&lt;br /&gt;they gon fuck me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long as the world turns&lt;br /&gt;it's all about money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the more I talk and never stand up&lt;br /&gt;the more my words ain't never worth a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how much I pray&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't proactive&lt;br /&gt;shit ain't gon change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause god ain't gone do&lt;br /&gt;a mofuckin' thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but let history&lt;br /&gt;repeat itself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are so many things&lt;br /&gt;that I don't need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stay outta my business&lt;br /&gt;and I'll stay outta yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but make it my business&lt;br /&gt;and I'll handle yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you'll handle mine&lt;br /&gt;and that's how that goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we should prolly leave&lt;br /&gt;each other the fuck alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should prolly not judge&lt;br /&gt;reflections not our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we are all guilty of&lt;br /&gt;so much wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before we point our fingers&lt;br /&gt;fix our own problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all liars&lt;br /&gt;hypocrites and worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;bout nothin' till our turn&lt;br /&gt;to suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than we cry, &lt;br /&gt;nobody helps me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only give&lt;br /&gt;to feel better bout doin nothin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of y'all are too soft&lt;br /&gt;so you'll always be oppressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'll die for I'm robbed&lt;br /&gt;and if y'all want peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evils got to die&lt;br /&gt;but yall too scared to killem&lt;br /&gt;so he survives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to continue a life a crime&lt;br /&gt;and now my children ain't safe outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause y'all ed rather play the odds&lt;br /&gt;but i'd rather give they ass back to god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'd rather not&lt;br /&gt;deal with them at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'd rather&lt;br /&gt;you mofuckers grew balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got 2 eyes&lt;br /&gt;don't usem at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'd rather&lt;br /&gt;most of y'all were never born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-5700725156298114005?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5700725156298114005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5700725156298114005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5700725156298114005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-5552356846515552282</id><published>2011-05-11T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:54:32.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capital Punishment</title><content type='html'>Just show me&lt;br /&gt;one mofucker&lt;br /&gt;wanna be broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one feign&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna shoot dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one mofucker don't want more&lt;br /&gt;but everybody wants&lt;br /&gt;more than what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they can afford so we plot&lt;br /&gt;legal or not, what's it matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause if he wants more&lt;br /&gt;you won't tell him he can't have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he wants ice&lt;br /&gt;he don't care who pays the price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he don't care if he take a life&lt;br /&gt;and you gavem 2 more strikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;but he don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause he ain't scared to go to jail&lt;br /&gt;and while he's there we foot the bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause he decided&lt;br /&gt;he'd rather be part of the problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we need solutions&lt;br /&gt;and if he ain't helpin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than what's he worth?&lt;br /&gt;make him the example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose life or death&lt;br /&gt;no exceptions &lt;br /&gt;make it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they'll change&lt;br /&gt;what's that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I ain't got time to&lt;br /&gt;wait and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what he's gon do&lt;br /&gt;I know what he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but got beds&lt;br /&gt;he made his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I got kids&lt;br /&gt;and i don't him round them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i love my children&lt;br /&gt;and he don't give a fuck about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he won't do it again&lt;br /&gt;but I ain't got no faith in that man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earth is a waste of space for him&lt;br /&gt;fuck i look like prayin' for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause if I gotta live with my decions&lt;br /&gt;he can live with his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if hind sights 20/20&lt;br /&gt;he shoulda thought future tense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's what the problem is&lt;br /&gt;they don't know what a conscious is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say they just tryin to live&lt;br /&gt;so make the consequence&lt;br /&gt;the opposite of life instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break our laws get caught&lt;br /&gt;off with your fuckin head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got dope dealers killin us&lt;br /&gt;fuck lockin em' up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;criminals on every corner&lt;br /&gt;are my children safe or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seem like the whole worlds&lt;br /&gt;gone down hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it's fly to be trouble&lt;br /&gt;and jail ain't doing shit&lt;br /&gt;but making them think they tougher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now they recruitin' even younger&lt;br /&gt;like it's cool to be one of em'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but make the sentence death&lt;br /&gt;you'd be a fool to be one of em'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet they choose life&lt;br /&gt;but there are those fools  who el&lt;br /&gt;think we bluffin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are not playin&lt;br /&gt;you break the rules then Fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then let's see if people&lt;br /&gt;choose to be the cause of so much sufferin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see if they still got the balls&lt;br /&gt;to be on the block hustlin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause then death is certain&lt;br /&gt;catch em' one time&lt;br /&gt;feed em' 9,000 volts of current.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-310416121519048083</id><published>2011-05-11T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:54:32.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men and Women</title><content type='html'>She wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;he just wanna fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause he's no man&lt;br /&gt;he don't understand what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she really really means&lt;br /&gt;when she gives that up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause he's only infatuated&lt;br /&gt;she fine as fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she wants more than just to&lt;br /&gt;say she's fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want you to lover back&lt;br /&gt;to her sex is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we could fuck a million women&lt;br /&gt;be in love with one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we don't have sex&lt;br /&gt;to signify our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are so stupid&lt;br /&gt;we don't see she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we take from her what was never meant for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and each time&lt;br /&gt;a piece of her is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of saying fuck us&lt;br /&gt;she slowly becomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more eager to fuck like us&lt;br /&gt;what have we done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pussy is priceless&lt;br /&gt;she throw it away like nothin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frontin' like it don't hurt&lt;br /&gt;but she knows better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knows somethin' ain't right&lt;br /&gt;but pretends she can't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the matter&lt;br /&gt;take a look at us both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't but one thing&lt;br /&gt;us fuckin' is really for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when that happens&lt;br /&gt;that little girl or boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gon need both parents&lt;br /&gt;she ain't fuck to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ain't with you &lt;br /&gt;cause she wish &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow you'd be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she with you&lt;br /&gt;caue she want you with her &lt;br /&gt;to make a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if she knew today&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow you'd be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'd meet you in the future&lt;br /&gt;and tell you fuck off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue to lie&lt;br /&gt;so they lie too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we are incapable&lt;br /&gt;of tellin women the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that we are too immature now&lt;br /&gt;to be what they need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything we toldem, lies&lt;br /&gt;we hoped they believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sooner than later&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could take from them&lt;br /&gt;what we wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then leave&lt;br /&gt;to be up under the next chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopin' that she&lt;br /&gt;was as gullible as the last one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause all we see&lt;br /&gt;is something worth fuckin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now their heads fucked up&lt;br /&gt;cause we fucked em' over violated they trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many times&lt;br /&gt;now they are actin' like us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they are dying up underneath&lt;br /&gt;there front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause deep down they just&lt;br /&gt;wanna be fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they want more&lt;br /&gt;than to be a tool that gets you off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause if she'd a known&lt;br /&gt;you'd fuck than fuck up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 100% sure&lt;br /&gt;she'd a never gave it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-310416121519048083?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/310416121519048083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/men-and-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/310416121519048083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/310416121519048083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/men-and-women.html' title='Men and Women'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;Hollywood played her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like every other bitch&lt;br /&gt;out here sellin' out&lt;br /&gt;for the paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't make money&lt;br /&gt;money make them&lt;br /&gt;act a fool in front of that lense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shake that ass&lt;br /&gt;take that off&lt;br /&gt;or you will not star in movies no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will not sell&lt;br /&gt;records no more&lt;br /&gt;they can not sell&lt;br /&gt;daddy's little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they paintem up strippem down&lt;br /&gt;make it cool to be a girl gon wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure you fine&lt;br /&gt;but so stupid&lt;br /&gt;here's a dollar&lt;br /&gt;now, what you gon do for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolly anything I tell you&lt;br /&gt;cause you are not smart enough to not do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are&lt;br /&gt;so out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you can not see just how&lt;br /&gt;stupid you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you run around&lt;br /&gt;trying to shine like a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though stars don't have to try all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the harder you try&lt;br /&gt;the more they turn you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this bitch&lt;br /&gt;play herself&lt;br /&gt;got herself gettin fucked &lt;br /&gt;in an R rated film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say its okay&lt;br /&gt;cause she gettin' paid&lt;br /&gt;and she an actress&lt;br /&gt;the sex ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody smack that girl&lt;br /&gt;she don't understand her&lt;br /&gt;role in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is more than&lt;br /&gt;gettin rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our lil girls&lt;br /&gt;all on her dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wantin' to be the next&lt;br /&gt;hollywood ho's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they can't act&lt;br /&gt;work that pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sell that pussy&lt;br /&gt;work adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk that track&lt;br /&gt;don't be broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now they'll do&lt;br /&gt;anything for dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to come up&lt;br /&gt;but comin' up short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an all they wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;be you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you won't show&lt;br /&gt;how much you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n I know you hurtin'&lt;br /&gt;see through the front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ain't wanna have to disrobe once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they got money&lt;br /&gt;they get what they want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bottom line&lt;br /&gt;you won't strong enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say no&lt;br /&gt;gave you fame you were sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played with your brain&lt;br /&gt;another gullible ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tellem anything givem' dough&lt;br /&gt;worth millions but emotionally broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't act like&lt;br /&gt;that was your plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do it cause you have to&lt;br /&gt;not cause you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first you understood&lt;br /&gt;till that money changed hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then your platform changed&lt;br /&gt;strong and independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what you say, Now&lt;br /&gt;after money washed your brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's okay to play that role&lt;br /&gt;now its okay to be their ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work for that money&lt;br /&gt;bitch get yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget to thank&lt;br /&gt;god at the awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that vanity&lt;br /&gt;you so pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the fuck are you a role model for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not my daughter&lt;br /&gt;not even yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some things&lt;br /&gt;money can't afford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, showin your ass&lt;br /&gt;to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck are you teachin'&lt;br /&gt;my little girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to get turnt out for a check&lt;br /&gt;how to be a rich worthless bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to make money only earn cents&lt;br /&gt;how to look good and be dumb as a brick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how good you look&lt;br /&gt;or for how much money you turn tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never be impressed with a bitch&lt;br /&gt;that sold herself short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's what you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-5654552370876189603?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5654552370876189603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/whore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5654552370876189603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5654552370876189603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/whore.html' title='Whore'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-7325427462809175642</id><published>2011-05-11T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:39:19.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>As long as 51 lovem&lt;br /&gt;49 are fucked&lt;br /&gt;and they’ve been lyin&lt;br /&gt;the whole time but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon as 51 hatem&lt;br /&gt;switch it up&lt;br /&gt;behind in them poles&lt;br /&gt;start catchin up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time ever&lt;br /&gt;they give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;who are they kiddin&lt;br /&gt;hopefully us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully we vote&lt;br /&gt;forem outta trust&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully this time&lt;br /&gt;we don’t get fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half a term later&lt;br /&gt;he’s fuckin up&lt;br /&gt;his truth bent a lil more&lt;br /&gt;than what it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolly shouldn’t a&lt;br /&gt;voted for him but he does&lt;br /&gt;a great job&lt;br /&gt;pullin’ wool over our eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we got problems&lt;br /&gt;all of his lies&lt;br /&gt;comin’ home to roost&lt;br /&gt;the truth he denies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we so stupid&lt;br /&gt;we let it ride&lt;br /&gt;we act like &lt;br /&gt;this was the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ever lied&lt;br /&gt;but we’re no better&lt;br /&gt;we lie all the time&lt;br /&gt;jus he lies better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don’t ever tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;but expect better&lt;br /&gt;from some mofucker n &lt;br /&gt;we ain’t never met him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we hold him to the letter&lt;br /&gt;they let us down&lt;br /&gt;we continue to letm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell us more lies every election&lt;br /&gt;cause we don’t want that responsibility&lt;br /&gt;let them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it all&lt;br /&gt;then we’ll judgem&lt;br /&gt;so we stay fucked &lt;br /&gt;they keep fuckin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talkin’ boutem but&lt;br /&gt;we don’t stand for nothing&lt;br /&gt;we don’t even care about our own problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just blame them for it all&lt;br /&gt;that’s why we vote&lt;br /&gt;let them take the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we wash our hands of it all&lt;br /&gt;thus we are no more fraud then’em all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall want politics I gotem&lt;br /&gt;My issues makem his problem&lt;br /&gt;We both liars&lt;br /&gt;Both got priers&lt;br /&gt;Both wanta stand up but I’m tired&lt;br /&gt;Both wanna keep our money private&lt;br /&gt;Both wanna sell shit hope people buy it&lt;br /&gt;Both of us if we are caught lying&lt;br /&gt;Blow smoke, we both deny it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they pretend to care bout&lt;br /&gt;things we don’t&lt;br /&gt;fuck it let them fix it &lt;br /&gt;we won’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than we complain when they don’t&lt;br /&gt;repair what we just let&lt;br /&gt;lay there broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for so long&lt;br /&gt;b4 it was ever worth a vote&lt;br /&gt;but now we give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;and write off even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come tax time&lt;br /&gt;we don’t have to owe&lt;br /&gt;but we want government to spend more&lt;br /&gt;money, still can’t agree where it should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my net dollars never spend those&lt;br /&gt;cause I need more&lt;br /&gt;than I can afford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a benz&lt;br /&gt;Fuck if they poor&lt;br /&gt;Same time I am cryin’ for reform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause his job he refuses to perform&lt;br /&gt;Clouds comin&lt;br /&gt;Let him whether the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it his fault when I&lt;br /&gt;Could of done more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s what he’s there for&lt;br /&gt;When I don’t give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;Take the blame for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear I care then come up&lt;br /&gt;Short with &lt;br /&gt;Any answers just dance in the chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line of fuckers that swear they support us&lt;br /&gt;But if they cared &lt;br /&gt;They’d break themselves for us&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t be politics to blame for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would stand in the flames for us&lt;br /&gt;But who really cares for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’d stand on our behalf&lt;br /&gt;And not get paid for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, not even finger pointers&lt;br /&gt;Arm chair quarterbacks of our problems&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-7325427462809175642?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/7325427462809175642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/politics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/7325427462809175642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/7325427462809175642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-9184629114544190928</id><published>2011-05-11T14:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:20:24.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulcher</title><content type='html'>Now let’s talk about vulchers&lt;br /&gt;Yeah them white folk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N how they run around actin like nothin’ they fault&lt;br /&gt;Even though they reason niggaz niggaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they ain’t do us like Indians&lt;br /&gt;But that’s the problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They let us live&lt;br /&gt;Just to segregate us from them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And treat us all like shit cause the color of our skin was different&lt;br /&gt;Replaced chains wit Jim Crow laws n hit us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hoses when we proposed&lt;br /&gt;Equal livin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess equal meant less than didn’t it&lt;br /&gt;N now I’m a nigga wit an attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N yall pretendin’ that my problems won’t your business&lt;br /&gt;But everything I am come from how you vulchers did us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I act so ignant&lt;br /&gt;cause that’s  what happens when it feel like the world against you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n 50 good years don’t fix&lt;br /&gt;cause all them years before 64 them vulchers insisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that segregation exhisted&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m just the product of system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That used to trade me, enslave, n call me nigger &lt;br /&gt;Then freed me but didn’t want me anywhere near em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n treated me like all I could be is inferior&lt;br /&gt;but  that’s how them vulchers do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you over an then blame you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-9184629114544190928?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/9184629114544190928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/vulcher.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/9184629114544190928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/9184629114544190928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/vulcher.html' title='Vulcher'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-5101535131042922952</id><published>2011-05-11T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:28:29.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigger</title><content type='html'>I’m so tired of yall having a mentality&lt;br /&gt;Of something yall never were&lt;br /&gt;You never picked cotton before&lt;br /&gt;You never got bought and sold&lt;br /&gt;Never crossed the atlantic 600 to a boat nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you won’t around that long ago&lt;br /&gt;So stop livin in the past nigga please fast forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see what all those before us&lt;br /&gt;Changed so we wouldn’t wear chains any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of getting’ stronger&lt;br /&gt;We kill ourselves &lt;br /&gt;More than crackers hung us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An we still think somebody owe us but they never &lt;br /&gt;Paid and they never will so fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause ain’t nobody givin you nothin’&lt;br /&gt;And fuck race&lt;br /&gt;Cause that ain’t the problem&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don seen plenty niggas with &lt;br /&gt;Plenty a money &lt;br /&gt;And its one nigga sold more albums than anybody&lt;br /&gt;So I refuse to believe we got it that bad&lt;br /&gt;Or anybodys fuckin’ us harder than we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we sold out never to be poor&lt;br /&gt;Turned all our negatives to pop culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lil white boys and lil white girls&lt;br /&gt;Think blacks actin’ so uncouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can call her a bitch and she think its cute&lt;br /&gt;“why’s that”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause that’s what black people do&lt;br /&gt;create more problems and run from the truth &lt;br /&gt;and the truth is we fuck us better than they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we say its they fault, they so evil…&lt;br /&gt;than quietly go round fuckin our own people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the finger points&lt;br /&gt;Right back at us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at our culture&lt;br /&gt;Lets take a look at ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Even closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what we sold the world we were&lt;br /&gt;Pimps pushers criminals and hustlers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why we so fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why we sold them that image of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess enough in god we trust&lt;br /&gt;Makes everything worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we get fucked&lt;br /&gt;So before we blame anybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame us&lt;br /&gt;Before we cry it ain’t fair for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at how we betrayed us&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at how we portrayed us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-5101535131042922952?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5101535131042922952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/nigger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5101535131042922952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5101535131042922952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/nigger.html' title='Nigger'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-2901415521708961435</id><published>2011-05-11T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:22:21.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;Nature’s so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think&lt;br /&gt;Snow in the winter&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in the spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds and the beez&lt;br /&gt;Bunny rabbits&lt;br /&gt;Butter flies&lt;br /&gt;Everythings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so lovely&lt;br /&gt;Here I’m at peace&lt;br /&gt;Yeah nature seem to be the perfect &lt;br /&gt;Place for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies &lt;br /&gt;Everything green&lt;br /&gt;Clear water flowin’&lt;br /&gt;Down the stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or on the lake driftin’ in the breeze  &lt;br /&gt;hiking the through the  woods&lt;br /&gt; so much to see&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;an the air here is so fresh&lt;br /&gt;it feels like my first time breathin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no I don’t never wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;wish I could fly the sky like an eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or be a fish in the sea&lt;br /&gt;but something tells me everything ain’t what it seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope the flowers wouldn’t  bloom&lt;br /&gt;Birds wouldn’t sing if they decided to stop &lt;br /&gt;playin natures game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n we are no different even though we pretend that  natures&lt;br /&gt;underneath us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are no more than life&lt;br /&gt;where   peace means balance balance means dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come fall watch the  trees&lt;br /&gt;They choose branches &lt;br /&gt;Fuck the leaves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See when life turn cold…  they’ll both freeze to death&lt;br /&gt;If the  leaves don’t fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the leaves got to go &lt;br /&gt;Cause that’s the only way that life can move forward&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if they give into their emotions&lt;br /&gt;The trees ed all die say bye to the forests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N Now there’s  no oxygen for us&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot breathe underwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So If I was a tree problems are my leaves&lt;br /&gt;Life ed be the seasons n come spring&lt;br /&gt;Time I’m fine everythings good…  till all my problems start weighing on me&lt;br /&gt;now the problems got to go..  cause come fall &lt;br /&gt;I know its only getting colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an though they  cry for  me to hold em&lt;br /&gt;nature say If I’m a make it  let go of em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n as they fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;nature keeps her promise&lt;br /&gt;life stays balanced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birds keep singing&lt;br /&gt;n next spring them dead leaves&lt;br /&gt;bring  flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N no there Is no way around it&lt;br /&gt;Without death life ed be silenced &lt;br /&gt;So now my problems got to go&lt;br /&gt;It’s the only way life can be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;We can’t see it maybe we try &lt;br /&gt;Too hard to close our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Makes everything easier when I&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna see the world&lt;br /&gt;Not how it is&lt;br /&gt;Prefer my opinion everything can&lt;br /&gt;Be what I believe&lt;br /&gt;Ignore what’s real if I don’t wanna see it&lt;br /&gt;N move through life&lt;br /&gt;Pretendin’ my opinions always right&lt;br /&gt;say its  wrong if I don’t like it&lt;br /&gt;blame u  if I don’t like you&lt;br /&gt;but reality is if nothin’ dies nothin’ can live&lt;br /&gt;so all my problems&lt;br /&gt;from this day forward are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever I been thru fuck it&lt;br /&gt;And everybody that’s hurt me fuckem&lt;br /&gt;Wish I never had to feel pain&lt;br /&gt;But that’s how nature tells me stay the fuck away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I move 100 degrees outta phase&lt;br /&gt;Then 80 more to make sure they shit cancels&lt;br /&gt;The fuck out cause I can’t handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you fuckin leaves pullin on my branches&lt;br /&gt;So for the temperature drop&lt;br /&gt;All of my problems&lt;br /&gt;Cutem off&lt;br /&gt;So I can make it thru the cold&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I choose my life over yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anything makin my life harder (is)&lt;br /&gt;Gone for it fucks me over any further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N nope I’m not waitin’ till tmrw&lt;br /&gt;Change starts now but only if u want it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-2901415521708961435?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/2901415521708961435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/2901415521708961435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/2901415521708961435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-5445684870138695536</id><published>2011-05-11T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:15:16.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Yourself</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Look atem they mad at the world&lt;br /&gt;Cause life ain’t fair&lt;br /&gt;But it never was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will be&lt;br /&gt;So they keep cryin&lt;br /&gt;Hopin somebodyel solve they problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how long you gon wait?&lt;br /&gt;Cause problems only get worse by the day&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;They lookin’ for who else they could blame&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin’ why things never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the game of life we playin’&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be change&lt;br /&gt;You still prayin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That somebody else&lt;br /&gt;El help you&lt;br /&gt;More than you help yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An that’s what’s wrong with the world&lt;br /&gt;We act like children we never matured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought we’d never have to grow up&lt;br /&gt;Thought somebody ed always take care of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are no longer there&lt;br /&gt;Fendin’ for ourselves the first time ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it feels like winter&lt;br /&gt;So cold and the worlds no different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like&lt;br /&gt;My whole worlds tumblin’ down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I stand up again&lt;br /&gt;They push me back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I know is if I’m ever&lt;br /&gt;Gon be free again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let nobody&lt;br /&gt;Stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So steada spendin’ my time cryin&lt;br /&gt;Nobody helps me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gon help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up world you slept to long&lt;br /&gt;The truth is still here can’t sleep it off &lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell yourself hopin’ to escape&lt;br /&gt;The truth that you will only have what you make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ain;t made shit, &lt;br /&gt;so you should understand having less than&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;everybody else&lt;br /&gt;they’re hands built yours held out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look at you know&lt;br /&gt;still got your beggin’ ass hands out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; when will you get it&lt;br /&gt;prolly never so tomorrows no different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you still got problems&lt;br /&gt;waitin’ on somebody else to make a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;about anybody else more than them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please don’t say god&lt;br /&gt;cause jesus is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt; The world is so cold&lt;br /&gt;And you gon freeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitin on them to be &lt;br /&gt;what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause till they need you&lt;br /&gt;they ain’t really trying &lt;br /&gt;to help feed you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they’ll let you starve&lt;br /&gt;and they don’t care if times are hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause they don’t give a fuck bout y’all&lt;br /&gt;your problems ain’t theirs they yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as long as you too weak&lt;br /&gt;to fend four yourself they will leach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck you think&lt;br /&gt;they bought that house on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they live on a million dollar street&lt;br /&gt;n you can barely afford to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they ain’t worried bout you&lt;br /&gt;they doin them forgot about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they got theirs get yours too&lt;br /&gt;life ain’t fair fuck you gon do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of hollarin’ for help&lt;br /&gt;be smarter help yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-5445684870138695536?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5445684870138695536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/help-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5445684870138695536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5445684870138695536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/help-yourself.html' title='Help Yourself'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-5861415610821706203</id><published>2011-05-11T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T13:34:43.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethin' for the Kids</title><content type='html'>I’m doin this right here for the kids&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s a cold world and if they don’t never  hear the truth&lt;br /&gt;They’ll never warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they’ll end up being just like their fucked up parents&lt;br /&gt;No, I know I can’t save the whole world.  &lt;br /&gt;But that ain’t gone keep me from trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I met your momma&lt;br /&gt;That Stupid bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’d rather run the streets&lt;br /&gt;Than raise kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why she never there&lt;br /&gt;Or when you got problems She don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she too busy &lt;br /&gt;Tryin to fit in that lil ass pair a jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakin on  maybeline&lt;br /&gt;And hopin she get noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you at home  n even though you need her the most&lt;br /&gt;Nope, she rather be a ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or chase a dose of&lt;br /&gt;whatever makes her feel the way she thinks she supposed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess she don’t know that&lt;br /&gt;it ain’t about her  no more  her life over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you come first now&lt;br /&gt;that’s the order &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she’s so selfish  all she wanna&lt;br /&gt;do is a live a life  you ain’t part of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or  when she pissed off make your life harder&lt;br /&gt;take all her problems n throwem on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally n physically beat up on you&lt;br /&gt;Cause the world she mad at she scared to target &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you get treated like she feel GARBAGE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met your daddy     &lt;br /&gt;He’s a  piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;N if I was God I wouldn’t of &lt;br /&gt;gave him A dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t take care of himself&lt;br /&gt;But he got kids?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that make your momma &lt;br /&gt;Dumb as shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you wondering why daddy ain’t home&lt;br /&gt;But he was gone 9 months for the water broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he was  too busy livin’ his life to take notice&lt;br /&gt;Either way you havin’ a fathers hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when he is around yeah&lt;br /&gt;You’d be so much better off without him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he’s got too many problems&lt;br /&gt;An all he’s gon teach you is how not to solve them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how to makem worse&lt;br /&gt;Ignore you or make you think loves gotta hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…   that ain’t love&lt;br /&gt;Naw, you just gor a fucked up father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s prolly&lt;br /&gt;chasen a dose of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever make him feel the way &lt;br /&gt;he thinks he’s  supposed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz  he don’t know that&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t about him no more his life over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An you come first now that’s the order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he so selfish  all he wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do is a live a life  you ain’t part of&lt;br /&gt;or  when he pissed off make your life harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take all his problems n throwem on you.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally n  physically beat up on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause whatever he’s mad at he’s scared to target&lt;br /&gt;So you get treated like he feels, GARBAGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it feel like the whole worlds turned its back&lt;br /&gt;N Momma ain’t there for you neithers dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta grow up fast&lt;br /&gt;An I know it sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life don’t care if your ready or not&lt;br /&gt;So if your family is fucked  you all you got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N the worlds just waitin’ to tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;From the streets to the people that’s gon break your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah They say  they love you but &lt;br /&gt;loves so far From words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N me I callin talkin wolves &lt;br /&gt;Cause they only talk to get close enough to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if they hurt yeah&lt;br /&gt;Can’t understand pain till the flames burn you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N once the flame has burnt you&lt;br /&gt;It’s you that gotta learn (why) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause flames keep burnin&lt;br /&gt;No They don’t stop cause you cryin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the world did you wrong &lt;br /&gt;or hand you a tissue&lt;br /&gt;Gotta come to terms with the issues&lt;br /&gt;Walk away n  take all the oxygen wit you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you hang around&lt;br /&gt;The air gets thinner&lt;br /&gt;Till your heart slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  the smoke consumes you&lt;br /&gt;Then its so confusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don’t know who to trust no more do ya?&lt;br /&gt;So trust yourself&lt;br /&gt;draw a line in the sand and fuck everybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N move forward&lt;br /&gt;Don’t lose focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your future &lt;br /&gt;You control it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n don’t let yesterday own you&lt;br /&gt;wake up tomorrow stronger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-5861415610821706203?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5861415610821706203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/somethin-for-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5861415610821706203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5861415610821706203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/somethin-for-kids.html' title='Somethin&apos; for the Kids'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-3263837313539937603</id><published>2011-05-11T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T13:25:12.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days</title><content type='html'>7 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday you just let it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday it happens again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday you just cry about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday you sit there pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday could be different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except on Saturday its all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday turns to Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ain’t a mofuckin’ thing change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just so week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopin’ tmrw won’t be today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just so week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrows just like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just so week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N that’s why nothin’ ever changes  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just so week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah all you mofuckers 7 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just so week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;That’s why the worlds fucked&lt;br /&gt;Gotta evolved past Cryin’ n tears fallin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we see problems&lt;br /&gt;No we don’t wait forem to lean on us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they’ll keep leanin’&lt;br /&gt;Til we  get crushed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lifes already hard enough&lt;br /&gt;So I harden up and push back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep em off me an if that means war&lt;br /&gt;tellem’ bring they army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but y’all so week, you letm’ lean on you&lt;br /&gt;feed off you cause you think family mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that when they fuck you love is the key&lt;br /&gt;or when your friends fuck you over&lt;br /&gt;that’s what friendship means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n why her boyfriend hitter but she don’t leave&lt;br /&gt;n why they fuck kids and are still breathin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you still wheepin’ but cryin don’t help the healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;That’s why you stay high&lt;br /&gt;Cause the pain goes numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pill pop, or when the powder drain&lt;br /&gt;Or the green blaze, or denial makes it easier to look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the world feels better...  not feelin’ a thing&lt;br /&gt;And you are  Finally free u can breathe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the high starts fadn’ n u start makin’ your  way back&lt;br /&gt;From highs  vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u can’t take it&lt;br /&gt;No u don’t wanna ever come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause home mean the high is gone&lt;br /&gt;No more runnin’ no more hidin’ from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that’s wrong &lt;br /&gt;cause you don’t face your problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’d rather pretend&lt;br /&gt;And hope god  hears you calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then it’s whatever puts you back in a coma&lt;br /&gt;then its back to the party where life’s like floatin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz 7 day fuckers take they cards and foldem’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why we hold are tongues&lt;br /&gt;And let pushers push poison to the ones we luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N why  the streets ain’t safe enough to walk on em&lt;br /&gt;And Why daughter gets fuck while the cameras on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your sons locked up in a 9 x 12&lt;br /&gt;N life on earth is hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when its time to tell u call anybody talkin’ snitches&lt;br /&gt;like you  want trouble livin’ wit us till he knock on your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n you’re his next victim used to say fuck the police&lt;br /&gt;now you pointing your finger saying we need more of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the moral is…  we need you to give a fuck bout&lt;br /&gt;more than gin,  narcotics, and  fantasy island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where in our mind we ain’t part of the problem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it’s your kids or your friends causin’&lt;br /&gt;all of the pain you just too 7 days to stoppem’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-3263837313539937603?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/3263837313539937603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/7-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/3263837313539937603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/3263837313539937603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/7-days.html' title='7 Days'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-6282277924286466527</id><published>2011-05-11T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T13:15:57.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck God</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning naw ain’t nothin’ changed&lt;br /&gt;Today just as fucked up as yesterday cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody still watchin’ everybody else fall&lt;br /&gt;Guess they waitin’ on God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for 2000 years he ain’t been here&lt;br /&gt;So either he don’t care at all or &lt;br /&gt;He don packed up heaven and moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I know what y’all gon say&lt;br /&gt;But fuck y’all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if god could fix the world but don’t&lt;br /&gt;Then fuck god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I’m tired of wakin’ up&lt;br /&gt;to the same problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I’m tired of everybody talkin’&lt;br /&gt;doin nothin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause words only sound good And I need&lt;br /&gt;more than speeches and people preachin’&lt;br /&gt;What god means&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; that’s how I know they god fuckin’ fake&lt;br /&gt;and they just usem to keep me in me place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz while I’m on me knees prayin’&lt;br /&gt;please lord they countin’ up all they paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an every time I callem he don’t never  to make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see she needed god when that fucker rapped her&lt;br /&gt;an they needed god so I’d never have to take a&lt;br /&gt;life but they don’t understand right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now I’m watchin’ my back hopin’ they don’t&lt;br /&gt;think that they can run up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An I ain’t do shit to them&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe god tryin’ to tell me&lt;br /&gt;We all part of the problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’ s why shit happens&lt;br /&gt;That’s why the worlds  outta control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it won’t get better till&lt;br /&gt;I attack the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Root of the problem cuz clippin’ weeds only &lt;br /&gt;Means tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still gon be clippin’ weeds&lt;br /&gt;What  the world need is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more people on their  feet&lt;br /&gt;Insteand of their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz  if we never stand up &lt;br /&gt;Things el always be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much they mouths are movin’&lt;br /&gt;See  that’s the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They feed me god&lt;br /&gt;And keep me prayin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steada preyin’ on them fuckers&lt;br /&gt;Preyin’ on us while were prayin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just lay there&lt;br /&gt;And letem fuck us&lt;br /&gt;Trustin’  god gone help us out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if he loved us&lt;br /&gt;When we called him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d come runnin’&lt;br /&gt;No a father ed never watch his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son or daughter suffer&lt;br /&gt;Not if he could help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this mofucker&lt;br /&gt;Keep watchin us fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, I’m tired of fallin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And done callin’ disconnected phone numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-6282277924286466527?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/6282277924286466527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/fuck-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/6282277924286466527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/6282277924286466527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/fuck-god.html' title='Fuck God'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-3617492296162017388</id><published>2011-05-11T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T13:05:30.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WWIII</title><content type='html'>From the day that I came home&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw &lt;br /&gt;How the whole world pretended&lt;br /&gt;that nothin' was wrong&lt;br /&gt;How they smiled and laughed&lt;br /&gt;Refusin' to cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause tears mean truth&lt;br /&gt;And we prefer lyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we"re So used to tryin'&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe the lies that&lt;br /&gt;Keep our tears silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we on fantasy island&lt;br /&gt;Choosin' to not the see the problems around us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I look &lt;br /&gt;The more I see what war was really trainin me for&lt;br /&gt;N Now I walk out my front door&lt;br /&gt;Fuck thousands of miles&lt;br /&gt;Only need to deploy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 steps to see targets that need to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N billions of people that’s sleep on the job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that I could just not get involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t.  cause I don’t have time wait on god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what you think, he’s just crazy PTSD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ain’t nothing wrong with me, Nope  that's just what they hope you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they know after everything I’ve seen and done what I’m capable of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they fear me…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz They know if you hear me… It’s gon be world war….     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I’m tired of the word being hurt but actin' like nothins' matter&lt;br /&gt;playin' tough when they know life is crushin' the fuck&lt;br /&gt;out they lungs pretendin' it ain’t happenin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause life seems so hard and its &lt;br /&gt;easier to stay than is to move on&lt;br /&gt;now  we stuck in the past&lt;br /&gt;though yesterday gone&lt;br /&gt;too scared&lt;br /&gt;to say yesterdays wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today I do nothin'&lt;br /&gt;still sufferin' tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;cope with the pain till the pain becomes part of&lt;br /&gt;my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I can’t tell right from whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;it hurts but I can’t not hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the longer I hold&lt;br /&gt;the longer it holds me&lt;br /&gt;until I can’t see that I let it own me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if only &lt;br /&gt;this won’t the only feelin’ I knew &lt;br /&gt;I’d know to let go &lt;br /&gt;but since birth all they told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this is how life gotta be&lt;br /&gt;But this just don’t feel free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s gotta be more&lt;br /&gt;I feel it within in me&lt;br /&gt;but everything they say&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I’m just &lt;br /&gt;scared to move &lt;br /&gt;so if Simon don’t say so&lt;br /&gt;I don’t do it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N  strong to me is sufferin' Through it &lt;br /&gt;but strongers what I need to be &lt;br /&gt;To Remove all the problems from life&lt;br /&gt;I let grow roots&lt;br /&gt;Throw water on fire&lt;br /&gt;Only way to undo it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can see past all the shit&lt;br /&gt;They told me I needed &lt;br /&gt;Just  To control me with it&lt;br /&gt;but now I’m don listenin' no&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hearem… &lt;br /&gt;All I hear is myself and the fear of &lt;br /&gt;Bein afraid will no longer make me a  victim&lt;br /&gt;An now If I could just face&lt;br /&gt;Myself in the mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-3617492296162017388?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/3617492296162017388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/wwiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/3617492296162017388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/3617492296162017388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2011/05/wwiii.html' title='WWIII'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-8162630399570075544</id><published>2010-05-22T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:31:10.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I can’t find&lt;br /&gt;A flower in bloom&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as you &lt;br /&gt;When you smilin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I can’t find&lt;br /&gt;A word in this world&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful enough&lt;br /&gt;To describe yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I havn’t told you as much&lt;br /&gt;as I should&lt;br /&gt;I just let the world tell you lies &lt;br /&gt;and when you cried&lt;br /&gt;never understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat there and watched&lt;br /&gt;Cause I couldn’t &lt;br /&gt;Tell you the truth &lt;br /&gt;Cause even I believed the lies&lt;br /&gt;They told you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But know I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born Naturally&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as beautiful can be&lt;br /&gt;Wish I’da told her she don’t need&lt;br /&gt;Nothin’ they seller she already  perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she think she gotta be like everything&lt;br /&gt;She see rounder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she try so hard to be seen&lt;br /&gt;It’s harder to find her&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now she so gone&lt;br /&gt;she don’t know who she is&lt;br /&gt;Any longer a&lt;br /&gt;nd all I see is&lt;br /&gt;What was beautiful &lt;br /&gt;transformed into garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause they told her&lt;br /&gt;that who she really was was the problem&lt;br /&gt;and  nobody else  bothered&lt;br /&gt;To tell her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE II&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everything they ever showed you&lt;br /&gt;Told you you should be&lt;br /&gt;More like these women&lt;br /&gt;they pay to dress n act like beautiful means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they say&lt;br /&gt;but  all they say is you can’t be&lt;br /&gt;Nothin’ less you look like her&lt;br /&gt;but she look like a whore to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever she do whatever she wear you repeat.&lt;br /&gt;and they pay her to act like sellin’ sex&lt;br /&gt;make her the coolest bitch breathin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you runnin' round just like her and all I see is&lt;br /&gt;One more beautiful girl tearin’ herself into pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-8162630399570075544?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/8162630399570075544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/8162630399570075544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/8162630399570075544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-1860021527208377205</id><published>2010-01-08T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:17:57.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POURIN RAIN'</title><content type='html'>CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;well i was walkin down the street one day&lt;br /&gt;far from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I gots my balls my brothers our lovers&lt;br /&gt;and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my brothers don’t talk much&lt;br /&gt;ain’t too much to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when our lovers get to talkin&lt;br /&gt;its like walkin through pourin’ rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;When the rain start fallin&lt;br /&gt;All the sunshine fall out the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N the clouds move in faster than a fox&lt;br /&gt;After a rabbit and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already know the rabit gon die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you didn’t wantem dead&lt;br /&gt;Then you probably shoulda said&lt;br /&gt;Somebody come and get this fox&lt;br /&gt;the fuck up outta here&lt;br /&gt;but till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but till then&lt;br /&gt;a lion gonna keep bein a lion&lt;br /&gt;till you take em out the jungle&lt;br /&gt;but he still gon bite you &lt;br /&gt;I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Now if the weather man told you that&lt;br /&gt;It was gonna be rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;Or just hope that it don’t rain today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An if you was a rabbit bein chased&lt;br /&gt;With that fox up in your face&lt;br /&gt;Had a chance to killem&lt;br /&gt;Would you take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now maybe you a rabbit&lt;br /&gt;Just gon let that fox come after yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got lil bunny babies&lt;br /&gt;Waitin on some carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fox the fox got to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;Now if the rain stop fallin&lt;br /&gt;But the clouds still cover the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weatherman told you&lt;br /&gt;Take an umbrella if you wanna stay dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;Or just let that fox eat you alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you get wet…  &lt;br /&gt;You can kiss that rabbit goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll never come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the lions gon die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m&lt;br /&gt;Walkin down the street all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N all I gots my balls my brothers our lovers&lt;br /&gt;And maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why my brothers don’t talk much&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t too much to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why when our lovers get to talkin&lt;br /&gt;It’s like walkin through the pourin rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we ain't dyin today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we ain’t dyin today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-1860021527208377205?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/1860021527208377205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/pourin-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1860021527208377205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1860021527208377205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/pourin-rain.html' title='POURIN RAIN&apos;'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-1032459995636699964</id><published>2010-01-08T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:14:36.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFLICT RESOLUTION</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;Why you think they taught me how to &lt;br /&gt;Move under fire&lt;br /&gt;How to flank a mofucker&lt;br /&gt;Aim shoot  n retirem’&lt;br /&gt;And why the gave me &lt;br /&gt;Tanks n artillery to fightin with&lt;br /&gt;If they was tryin to save lives &lt;br /&gt;they should called spiderman&lt;br /&gt;but they called me&lt;br /&gt;which mean the shit done hit the fan&lt;br /&gt;and now its time for me&lt;br /&gt;to makem  read all thirty pages of the magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an even though I wish things could be&lt;br /&gt;different they can’t&lt;br /&gt;cause either  they gon kill me&lt;br /&gt;or ima kill them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an that’s the way its always been &lt;br /&gt;cuz war aint changed &lt;br /&gt;since the day god created man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yall like pretendin  &lt;br /&gt;war aint what it is&lt;br /&gt;and I prefer livin&lt;br /&gt;so I kill them instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;If you got problems&lt;br /&gt;We got answers&lt;br /&gt;But don’t call us&lt;br /&gt;Less you wanna see the math start addin up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe yall should talk more&lt;br /&gt;Cause once we  get to talkin &lt;br /&gt;Mouths stop movin&lt;br /&gt;Fingers move back n forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And we can’t help it&lt;br /&gt;Cause all we  see are targets need droppin&lt;br /&gt;Aint stopping till they’ve all fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you thought these guns was for&lt;br /&gt;We don’t shake hands &lt;br /&gt;We got to war&lt;br /&gt;We go to war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Guess yall don’t know this mofucker&lt;br /&gt;Not the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause he don’t care who live and die&lt;br /&gt;N he don’t know no rules&lt;br /&gt;And he aint got morals&lt;br /&gt;No ethics&lt;br /&gt;An everytime we seeum&lt;br /&gt;Same fucked up shit happens&lt;br /&gt;Bodies start stackin up &lt;br /&gt;Ceilin to the floor&lt;br /&gt;N he don’t care how many die&lt;br /&gt;Just as many lives as possible&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he been killin &lt;br /&gt;Men women children since BC&lt;br /&gt;Naw he don’t give a fuck bout life whats right&lt;br /&gt;Or your opinions&lt;br /&gt;So while yall hopin he change&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to call this mofucker by his name&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I prefer to judgem by his resume&lt;br /&gt;An this fuckers resumes&lt;br /&gt;Completely insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you got problems &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;If you got problems&lt;br /&gt;We got answers&lt;br /&gt;But don’t call us&lt;br /&gt;Less you wanna see the math start addin up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe yall should talk more&lt;br /&gt;Cause once we  get to talkin &lt;br /&gt;Mouths stop movin&lt;br /&gt;Fingers move back n forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And we can’t help it&lt;br /&gt;Cause all we  see are targets need droppin&lt;br /&gt;Aint stopping till they’ve all fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you thought these guns was for&lt;br /&gt;We don’t shake hands &lt;br /&gt;We got to war&lt;br /&gt;We go to war&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;So don’t call me less you ready&lt;br /&gt;For to send these fuckers packin&lt;br /&gt;and your stupid ass questions&lt;br /&gt;stop askenem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course they gon die&lt;br /&gt;and yeah I’m probable gon&lt;br /&gt;kill whoever shootin at me&lt;br /&gt;even if he 10 &lt;br /&gt;he gon die for he turn 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I ain’t here to play no games&lt;br /&gt;an if they won’t tryin to kill me&lt;br /&gt;wouldn’t act this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since they keep tryin to kill me&lt;br /&gt;I’ma keep on killin&lt;br /&gt;Only way one to live stay the fuck away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can’t tell&lt;br /&gt;Which  fuckin team they on&lt;br /&gt;An its only 2 teams here theirs and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if they got both hands in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The safest place to be’s behind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-1032459995636699964?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/1032459995636699964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/conflict-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1032459995636699964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1032459995636699964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/conflict-resolution.html' title='CONFLICT RESOLUTION'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-7078784828011720332</id><published>2010-01-08T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:11:23.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WONDERFUL WORLD</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;I got my back against the wall&lt;br /&gt;So I push harder  &lt;br /&gt;Wish I aint have to push at all&lt;br /&gt;but tmrw lookin farther from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n long as I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a way to stretch each seconds longer&lt;br /&gt;All I need is time &lt;br /&gt;Cause if the present passes me&lt;br /&gt;Its over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An I got&lt;br /&gt;so much more to do&lt;br /&gt;So for now I’m doin whats gon hold me over&lt;br /&gt;but walkin down this road&lt;br /&gt;Only makes me colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;N walking thru the fire&lt;br /&gt;can’t turn me to water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that’s how I keep up wit tmrw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s a wonderful world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Down to my last seconds&lt;br /&gt;Look like tmrw aint gon happen&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im feelin the present &lt;br /&gt;Slowly passin me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N my heart rates&lt;br /&gt;Movin like a billion beats per second&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this next breathe &lt;br /&gt;Might be my last one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while im out here &lt;br /&gt;Tryin to make a second last &lt;br /&gt;An hour longer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only way to do its&lt;br /&gt;Find who’s timin me&lt;br /&gt;And pray I findem for my time is up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But It feel like everybody keepin time on me&lt;br /&gt;N if I can’t killem all I’m fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a wonderful world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-7078784828011720332?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/7078784828011720332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/wonderful-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/7078784828011720332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/7078784828011720332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/wonderful-world.html' title='WONDERFUL WORLD'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-1324893216673371414</id><published>2010-01-08T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:08:00.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT HERE WALKIN'</title><content type='html'>CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;While im out here walkin&lt;br /&gt;Down the road&lt;br /&gt;Ima see a lotta bad things baby&lt;br /&gt;N ima do even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t need you to tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;I already know&lt;br /&gt;Just need you to tell me keep walkin&lt;br /&gt;Till I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1 &lt;br /&gt;We don been down this road before&lt;br /&gt;N It  don’t look no different at all&lt;br /&gt;Birds still in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Same clouds from the last time&lt;br /&gt;N trees start green &lt;br /&gt;But in fall their leaves die&lt;br /&gt;N Then it gets colder&lt;br /&gt;N till the waters freeze&lt;br /&gt;Now we skatin on the same thin ice&lt;br /&gt;for 4 seasons&lt;br /&gt;n the same last names &lt;br /&gt;for the same reasons&lt;br /&gt;this el be the last time we seeum&lt;br /&gt;naw aint too much changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;feel like im goin in circles&lt;br /&gt;n all the chapters in this book &lt;br /&gt;read just like the first one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an all these pictures the same&lt;br /&gt;just now the image look sharper &lt;br /&gt;and the fashions changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the the same color pen&lt;br /&gt;still writin the pages&lt;br /&gt;and the moral of the story aint changed&lt;br /&gt;in ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same tears&lt;br /&gt;fall down the same faces &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the damage done never erases&lt;br /&gt;naw aint too much changed&lt;div 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NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-5852734163400944340</id><published>2010-01-08T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:05:02.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS</title><content type='html'>CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I go to sleep and dream things I shouldn’t dream&lt;br /&gt;But whats fucked up is everything I see&lt;br /&gt;Is not flashbacks from overseas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please help me send back jesus&lt;br /&gt;He’ll die forem but I kill people&lt;br /&gt;Every time my eyes close and I can’t&lt;br /&gt;Stop dreamin boutem all bein dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake up &lt;br /&gt;Its still in my head &lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna test&lt;br /&gt;Everything they said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know what reality is&lt;br /&gt;And my dreams show me showin them&lt;br /&gt;They don’t shit… but insteada me bein &lt;br /&gt;Better than them&lt;br /&gt;I become what I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;And that’s not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I see me&lt;br /&gt;Covered  in they blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Im just tired of the talkin&lt;br /&gt;None of them shit&lt;br /&gt;They don’t understand &lt;br /&gt;How real it could get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I go back to doin what I did&lt;br /&gt;Cuz when I wanna dead&lt;br /&gt;People don’t live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you talk like&lt;br /&gt;you cant be touched&lt;br /&gt;but you breathe air&lt;br /&gt;or have you forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody livins heart can stop&lt;br /&gt;an you aint special&lt;br /&gt;you could get got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could snatch you up no problem&lt;br /&gt;Even wit all that&lt;br /&gt;Security around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz  they not shit neither &lt;br /&gt;just more bodies layin on the ground bleedin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they  think they safe&lt;br /&gt;But death is only a coupla recons a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N it aint hard specially when you been trained&lt;br /&gt;to do the math then subtract  from  the equation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I go to sleep and dream things I shouldn’t dream&lt;br /&gt;But whats fucked up is everything I see&lt;br /&gt;Is not flashbacks from overseas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please help me send back jesus&lt;br /&gt;He’ll die forem but I kill people&lt;br /&gt;Every time my eyes close and I can’t&lt;br /&gt;Stop dreamin boutem all bein dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake up &lt;br /&gt;Its still in my head &lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna test&lt;br /&gt;Everything they said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know what reality is&lt;br /&gt;And my dreams show me showin them&lt;br /&gt;They don’t shit… but insteada me bein &lt;br /&gt;Better than them&lt;br /&gt;I become what I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;And that’s not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I see me&lt;br /&gt;Covered  in they blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Why you talk like that…&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck are you&lt;br /&gt;An why you actin so hard&lt;br /&gt;Please cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuck down partner&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know shit&lt;br /&gt;Don’t matter where you from&lt;br /&gt;Or where the fuck you live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cause once I get to plottin Phaselines&lt;br /&gt;Its game over for whoever we bout to get&lt;br /&gt;Won’t even see us comin  n we don’t miss&lt;br /&gt;Might even draw fire to move towards it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep shootin  I love it (why)&lt;br /&gt;That’s how im gon find the mofucker&lt;br /&gt;Flankem then thankem up close&lt;br /&gt;So tellem keep choppin that chopper like a pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck gansta I’m GI JOE&lt;br /&gt;An fuck what they talkin they have no &lt;br /&gt;IDEA what real is “NOPE”&lt;br /&gt;So Consider this your 2 minute warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I go to sleep and dream things I shouldn’t dream&lt;br /&gt;But whats fucked up is everything I see&lt;br /&gt;Is not flashbacks from overseas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please help me send back jesus&lt;br /&gt;He’ll die forem but I kill people&lt;br /&gt;Every time my eyes close and I can’t&lt;br /&gt;Stop dreamin boutem all bein dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake up &lt;br /&gt;Its still in my head &lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna test&lt;br /&gt;Everything they said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know what reality is&lt;br /&gt;And my dreams show me showin them&lt;br /&gt;They don’t shit… but insteada me bein &lt;br /&gt;Better than them&lt;br /&gt;I become what I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;And that’s not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I see me&lt;br /&gt;Covered  in they blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;Now watch your tax dollars go to work&lt;br /&gt;Slide this mask down n smack her &lt;br /&gt;Bottom make sure she sit right &lt;br /&gt;So they could read every page I write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit they block phaseline sprite&lt;br /&gt;Draw fire team 1 sit tight&lt;br /&gt;Team 2 suppress them from the right&lt;br /&gt;Team 3 fuckem , end they life…&lt;br /&gt;Team 4 catch those runners&lt;br /&gt;Close the back door on them mofuckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now team 1 move in…  take no prisoners make sure they dead…&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wounded 1 to the head&lt;br /&gt;Cause we aint here to be a mofuckers friend.&lt;br /&gt;We here to tell the truth…  that’s it&lt;br /&gt;Truth told…  now they gods business&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-5852734163400944340?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5852734163400944340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5852734163400944340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5852734163400944340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams.html' title='DREAMS'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-5554763362251818148</id><published>2010-01-08T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:00:23.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUVU2DEATH</title><content type='html'>CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;And this worlds so fucked up&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see you &lt;br /&gt;Suffer no more pain&lt;br /&gt;Its breakin my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an all I know is &lt;br /&gt;I love you more then myself&lt;br /&gt;So no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Know I love you to death &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Cause life is hell&lt;br /&gt;So I release you from this prison&lt;br /&gt;On earth &lt;br /&gt;I want the best for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you deserve so much more&lt;br /&gt;And the world so cold &lt;br /&gt;Just want you to be warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they question our love&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think I love you at all&lt;br /&gt;But if I didn’t love you&lt;br /&gt;Why would I have come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far from my home &lt;br /&gt;to make sure you had no more problems&lt;br /&gt;an when you needed god&lt;br /&gt;who helped you findem&lt;br /&gt;I love you to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;that’s why I’ll  always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;an when you can’t sleep &lt;br /&gt;I’ll read you bed time stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An when you feelin short of breath&lt;br /&gt;Open your chest up for you&lt;br /&gt;So you can get some fresh air&lt;br /&gt;To your lungs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an if ever you feel the&lt;br /&gt;weight of the world on your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;its gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an if you hungry&lt;br /&gt;fill your stomach&lt;br /&gt;till the hungers gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man I got &lt;br /&gt;so much love for you&lt;br /&gt;but they say it’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;cause they don’t think I love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I love you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna ever see you hurtin&lt;br /&gt;No more tears your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Its too much pain for you here&lt;br /&gt;send you  to a better life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the world so ugly&lt;br /&gt;I’m just doin whats right&lt;br /&gt;Im willin suffer here for you&lt;br /&gt;That’s called sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An my love wont let me&lt;br /&gt;Love you any less&lt;br /&gt;An though I’ve tried &lt;br /&gt;To not love you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but to love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An my feelins are so strong&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t holdem back&lt;br /&gt;N actions speak louder then words&lt;br /&gt;So lemme show you &lt;br /&gt;I love you to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-5554763362251818148?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5554763362251818148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/luvu2death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5554763362251818148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5554763362251818148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/luvu2death.html' title='LUVU2DEATH'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-2698601166006989669</id><published>2010-01-08T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:53:43.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF I HAVN'T TOLD YOU</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;I know you miss me&lt;br /&gt;And it feel like I’ve been gon forever&lt;br /&gt;That’s why the only tears&lt;br /&gt;I’ll ever cry&lt;br /&gt;There for you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss you more then anything I ever known&lt;br /&gt;Wish I  could kiss you&lt;br /&gt;But its impossible on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An though sometimes I call you trippin&lt;br /&gt;I need you know now&lt;br /&gt;It’s only cause I’m so scared of losin&lt;br /&gt;The one thing  I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N if I lose you&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t got nothing left&lt;br /&gt;N yeah I’m more afraid of that then death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;When I sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ready to come home&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this distance between us&lt;br /&gt;but i would walk every mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause baby your the only thing worth&lt;br /&gt;living for in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Just need to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;cause when I hear you talkin I forget I’m here &lt;br /&gt;an everything fucked up disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in if I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m right beside you &lt;br /&gt;An you’ll never know how good that  feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz  for once&lt;br /&gt;I can see something beautiful here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So talk to me &lt;br /&gt;Cause right now I need that  more then air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N your voice &lt;br /&gt;Is like hearin angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N when I hear you &lt;br /&gt;It don’t matter if I’m  stuck in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though we so far apart&lt;br /&gt;It’s like you right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;When I sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ready to come home&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this distance between us&lt;br /&gt;but i would walk every mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause baby your the only thing worth&lt;br /&gt;living for in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;Even though I travel the world&lt;br /&gt;it don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see what's ahead&lt;br /&gt;starring at this ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel like I'm feelin'&lt;br /&gt;you wonderin' what life gon bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm ready to take on the world&lt;br /&gt;long as I got you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;When I sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ready to come home&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this distance between us&lt;br /&gt;but i would walk every mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause baby your the only thing worth&lt;br /&gt;living for in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V4&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is touch you&lt;br /&gt;Hold you &lt;br /&gt;But right now I’m so far away &lt;br /&gt;I’d kill the world to be closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Just to wrap my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m feelin like I  can’t go a second longer &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I’m Tryin to be strong&lt;br /&gt;But  even WAR ain’t got nothin on&lt;br /&gt;How I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N though this place may take my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is  the one thing &lt;br /&gt;I know el never die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-2698601166006989669?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/2698601166006989669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-havnt-told-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/2698601166006989669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/2698601166006989669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-havnt-told-you.html' title='IF I HAVN&apos;T TOLD YOU'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-7282369527391061413</id><published>2010-01-08T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:45:53.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ONLY TEARS I'LL EVER CRY</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;Cause I seen people dyin'&lt;br /&gt;I can't cry&lt;br /&gt;And I've helped so many pass on&lt;br /&gt;weigh like air on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere close to home&lt;br /&gt;but so close to dyin'&lt;br /&gt;barely holdin'&lt;br /&gt;but so far from cryin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the only tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever cry&lt;br /&gt;There for you baby&lt;br /&gt;YEah I cry every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think about you&lt;br /&gt;and that's all the time&lt;br /&gt;No, there's nothin beautiful here&lt;br /&gt;less I picture you smilin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N I just wanna hold you baby&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;and yeah this wars killin' me&lt;br /&gt;so is bein without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever cry&lt;br /&gt;cause i miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;yeah i love you baby&lt;br /&gt;and thats all i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till i come home&lt;br /&gt;breathin or wrapped in a flag&lt;br /&gt;i just need you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i don seen so much pain&lt;br /&gt;but i can't cry at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the only tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever cry&lt;br /&gt;cause i miss you baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-7282369527391061413?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/7282369527391061413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-tears-ill-ever-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/7282369527391061413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/7282369527391061413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-tears-ill-ever-cry.html' title='THE ONLY TEARS I&apos;LL EVER CRY'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-7709072136730382559</id><published>2010-01-08T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:32:22.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALM DOWN</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;I know I talk tuff&lt;br /&gt;But I aint sure&lt;br /&gt;If when I get home&lt;br /&gt;it’ll be the same anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that hurts more than &lt;br /&gt;Anything I saw here&lt;br /&gt;An all I’ve gone thru&lt;br /&gt;So farAint the problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its more like&lt;br /&gt;Whats gon be wrong&lt;br /&gt;On arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I touch down&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be hard to smile&lt;br /&gt;Harder to let go&lt;br /&gt;Of this breath &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been holdin on to for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin whats changed&lt;br /&gt;While I been gone&lt;br /&gt;Will anybody understand &lt;br /&gt;Or will my heart be broken&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N if they don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Will I want to choke them   &lt;br /&gt;Will I lose My temper &lt;br /&gt;N not know when to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I should be&lt;br /&gt;mad as fuck&lt;br /&gt;come home and practice&lt;br /&gt;what I’ve been taught&lt;br /&gt;flash back on you fuckers&lt;br /&gt;like im back at war&lt;br /&gt;cause yall don’t get me at all&lt;br /&gt;so im have to put&lt;br /&gt;yall what I’ve been thru [why]&lt;br /&gt;maybe then they’ll evolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I’ve  seen hell been their&lt;br /&gt;but yall&lt;br /&gt;aint never really seen fucked up before&lt;br /&gt;so maybe I should show you how wrong you are &lt;br /&gt;get to runnin round the streets&lt;br /&gt;like im still deployed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;came home to the&lt;br /&gt;same place I left from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now I got so many questions &lt;br /&gt;and I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many problems&lt;br /&gt;I wanna correct em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they’ll just say the war&lt;br /&gt;Had adverse affects on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And send me off &lt;br /&gt;to be examined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diagnose me something&lt;br /&gt;post traumatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though its not anything stress&lt;br /&gt;related happenin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the worlds fucked up&lt;br /&gt;round me an I’ve had it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause they don’t understand &lt;br /&gt;how good they have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an I aint almost die for you fuckers&lt;br /&gt;to act like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so bad here that you cant get past it&lt;br /&gt;while I moved forward under &lt;br /&gt;odds unimaginable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe yall should adjust your aperture&lt;br /&gt;for I have to come get at yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz I’ll fix your problems for good&lt;br /&gt;subtract your stupid ass from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;You still don’t get it I know&lt;br /&gt;N Proly think im more fucked up now&lt;br /&gt;Than before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;beg to differ only difference&lt;br /&gt;I matured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to think I had problems&lt;br /&gt;Wont problems at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after everything I saw &lt;br /&gt;Finally I saw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What for so long&lt;br /&gt;Was right there but it took war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show me how not fucked up my life was&lt;br /&gt;And showed me what I’d do protect what I love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I love America&lt;br /&gt;So look what I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I come home &lt;br /&gt;And America’s fucked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find who’s fuckin her&lt;br /&gt;now ima fuck them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gave lives&lt;br /&gt;An they offerin nothin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means to me we got problems&lt;br /&gt;Need solvin&lt;br /&gt;An I don’t run from  a conflict&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather confront it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody el confront you&lt;br /&gt;I’m home now fucker&lt;br /&gt;An I’m hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-7709072136730382559?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/7709072136730382559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/calm-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/7709072136730382559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/7709072136730382559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/calm-down.html' title='CALM DOWN'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-6011274333542116527</id><published>2010-01-08T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:16:29.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTSD</title><content type='html'>CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;They think&lt;br /&gt;That I’m &lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;PTSD&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;I’m just what&lt;br /&gt;Wars made me&lt;br /&gt;And my problems&lt;br /&gt;They can’t see&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;from my perspective&lt;br /&gt;Cause they won’t look&lt;br /&gt;Past life how they see it &lt;br /&gt;But we’ve looked&lt;br /&gt;Past all the smoke blown&lt;br /&gt;Thus change has occurred&lt;br /&gt;And we see clearer&lt;br /&gt;Their visions blurred&lt;br /&gt;cause they cant see that 3 letter word&lt;br /&gt;that without there would never be&lt;br /&gt;change in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ain’t nothin’ wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;the disorders yours&lt;br /&gt;don’t diagnose me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till you’ve seen what I’ve seen&lt;br /&gt;then you’ll know something till then learn from me&lt;br /&gt;and I teach the truth better&lt;br /&gt;then universities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach my experience&lt;br /&gt;You just read&lt;br /&gt;Books bout it&lt;br /&gt;Then try to understand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you could never understand&lt;br /&gt;Something You’ve never seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the problem Is not me&lt;br /&gt;The problem is ya’ll just ain’t&lt;br /&gt;Evolved enough mentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Cause we’ve seen what it takes and&lt;br /&gt;We got it&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the extra mile&lt;br /&gt;We’ll Go 6,000 &lt;br /&gt;Extra miles&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll  put bullets&lt;br /&gt;Thru they head than smile&lt;br /&gt;And no we not crazy&lt;br /&gt;It’s Ya’ll  in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just doing what &lt;br /&gt;We supposed to &lt;br /&gt;Murder mofuckers&lt;br /&gt;Dead bodies&lt;br /&gt;On my highlight poster&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Meet my opponents on the court &lt;br /&gt;And do’em like Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Cause if bodies ain’t droppin’ then&lt;br /&gt;We ain’t scoring&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And keeping scores important&lt;br /&gt;But Don’t call it murder&lt;br /&gt;Call it post natal abortion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m pro choice&lt;br /&gt;But Don’t make it, we’ll make it for you&lt;br /&gt;1 year and up&lt;br /&gt;after the first 9 months is over&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;throwem’ in the  water&lt;br /&gt;but first make sure its boiling&lt;br /&gt;watch them chickens loose feathers&lt;br /&gt;fuckem, we’ll pluckem’ for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-6011274333542116527?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/6011274333542116527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/ptsd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/6011274333542116527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/6011274333542116527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/ptsd.html' title='PTSD'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-5618654736749424997</id><published>2010-01-08T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:04:14.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO HELL</title><content type='html'>CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Cause I been&lt;br /&gt;so bad&lt;br /&gt;I've done&lt;br /&gt;so much wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die&lt;br /&gt;already know&lt;br /&gt;where I'm goin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while I'm there&lt;br /&gt;he gon try as hard as he could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the devil gon have&lt;br /&gt;his hands full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Cause we don kicked down doors&lt;br /&gt;Shot thru walls&lt;br /&gt;Sent our fair share&lt;br /&gt;Back to there lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, havnt been a good boys&lt;br /&gt;they play nice&lt;br /&gt;“what yall play”  [WAR]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standin on the block&lt;br /&gt;wit all our toys&lt;br /&gt;even the devil know better&lt;br /&gt;than to come  for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t fuck around you cant afford it&lt;br /&gt;n we paid to flush life down the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even get awards for it&lt;br /&gt;so if you see us you should proly avoid  us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz we’ve been trained to  kill all u&lt;br /&gt;n I cant lie at times  I enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s  like porn for me&lt;br /&gt;an you can star in my next snuff &lt;br /&gt;film for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckem on camera &lt;br /&gt;Print to DVD&lt;br /&gt;N call it how to make a bitch&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Cause I been&lt;br /&gt;so bad&lt;br /&gt;I've done&lt;br /&gt;so much wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die&lt;br /&gt;already know&lt;br /&gt;where I'm goin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while I'm there&lt;br /&gt;he gon try as hard as he could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the devil gon have&lt;br /&gt;his hands full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;So send me down&lt;br /&gt;to the devil I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooler than ice&lt;br /&gt;enjoyin' the breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the devil ain't got&lt;br /&gt;ain't got shit on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he know better&lt;br /&gt;then to fuck wit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;So send us to HELL&lt;br /&gt;For all we’ve done&lt;br /&gt;But let the DEVIL know we taken&lt;br /&gt;HELL from him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he don run shit &lt;br /&gt;he just one more &lt;br /&gt;target we gon hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just one more&lt;br /&gt;name on the list&lt;br /&gt;so he aint got that&lt;br /&gt;much longer to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hand it over easy  &lt;br /&gt;hate to have get&lt;br /&gt;to the point where I feel &lt;br /&gt;we both cant exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n I aint want it to be like this&lt;br /&gt;but he leave me no choice&lt;br /&gt;still think hells his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted my soul but I aint sellin shit&lt;br /&gt;fuck I look I like given anything to him&lt;br /&gt;cause he aint got nothing I cant get &lt;br /&gt;n he got me fucked up if he think Ima bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell that red mofucker strip&lt;br /&gt;for I get to snatchin horns n&lt;br /&gt;performin face lifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Cause I been&lt;br /&gt;so bad&lt;br /&gt;I've done&lt;br /&gt;so much wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die&lt;br /&gt;already know&lt;br /&gt;where I'm goin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while I'm there&lt;br /&gt;he gon try as hard as he could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the devil gon have&lt;br /&gt;his hands full&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-5618654736749424997?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5618654736749424997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5618654736749424997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5618654736749424997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-hell.html' title='TO HELL'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-8779165504929041199</id><published>2010-01-08T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:56:39.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK WITH ME</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;They keep askin me&lt;br /&gt;Whats in my head&lt;br /&gt;I keep tellinem&lt;br /&gt;My sixth sense &lt;br /&gt;Keep kickin in&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t see nothin&lt;br /&gt;But more life lost&lt;br /&gt;Round here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past due &lt;br /&gt;So we evictem &lt;br /&gt;What you rentinem?&lt;br /&gt;AIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel for the families&lt;br /&gt;Of those  we’ve killed&lt;br /&gt;I know they wanted 21&lt;br /&gt;But deaths all we deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’d prefer&lt;br /&gt;To never have to pull this trigger again&lt;br /&gt;But the fact of the matter is that&lt;br /&gt;As long as im here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Another head hangs lowly&lt;br /&gt;life is slowly taken.&lt;br /&gt;their violence we will silence&lt;br /&gt;They were so mistaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant they see&lt;br /&gt;they will bleed&lt;br /&gt;them and their families&lt;br /&gt;Thru their heads&lt;br /&gt;thru their heads if they’re fighting&lt;br /&gt;With our tanks and our guns&lt;br /&gt;Taking air from their lungs&lt;br /&gt;Thru their head&lt;br /&gt;thru their head &lt;br /&gt;till they’re crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thru their head&lt;br /&gt;thru their head&lt;br /&gt;Fuck wit me&lt;br /&gt;fuck wit me&lt;br /&gt;fuck wit me&lt;br /&gt;and I'll put bullets through your head&lt;br /&gt;Thru your head&lt;br /&gt;Fuck wit me&lt;br /&gt;fuck wit me&lt;br /&gt;fuck wit me&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll put bullets thru your head&lt;br /&gt;Thru their head&lt;br /&gt;thru their head&lt;br /&gt;thru their head&lt;br /&gt;thru their head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;I cant help it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im cursed&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should lay down&lt;br /&gt;And let em kill me first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’d rather not die here&lt;br /&gt;Call me selfish&lt;br /&gt;Jus   hand me da brush&lt;br /&gt;N lemme  paint these targets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m A modern day da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;n this they last supper&lt;br /&gt;after this they history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;payback for everytime&lt;br /&gt;they missed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an as long as they    shootin&lt;br /&gt;get them for they get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Another life is taken&lt;br /&gt;As we roll them over&lt;br /&gt;Offering violence they'll be silenced&lt;br /&gt;to their God we will take them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long as you would kill me &lt;br /&gt;I will gladly put 3&lt;br /&gt;thru your head&lt;br /&gt;thru your head&lt;br /&gt;if your fighting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our tanks and our guns&lt;br /&gt;Taking air from your lungs&lt;br /&gt;Thru your head&lt;br /&gt;thru your head&lt;br /&gt;till your dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thru your head&lt;br /&gt;thru your head&lt;br /&gt;Fuck wit me&lt;br /&gt;fuck wit me&lt;br /&gt;fuck wit me&lt;br /&gt;and I’ll put bullets through your head&lt;br /&gt;Thru your head&lt;br /&gt;Fuck wit me &lt;br /&gt;fuck wit me &lt;br /&gt;fuck wit me&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll put bullets thru your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;Head  for tryin me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I Only trust&lt;br /&gt;Dead people to not  fire at me&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N they friend &lt;br /&gt;im not tryin to be&lt;br /&gt;so quick change magazines&lt;br /&gt;and feed them mofuckers some more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-5308216188050967682</id><published>2010-01-08T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:41:27.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAR</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;I understand what yall sayin&lt;br /&gt;But we are from 2 different worlds&lt;br /&gt;And the only side you are willing 2 see&lt;br /&gt;Is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it ed be lovely if we could all coexist&lt;br /&gt;Peace could exist&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn’t have to lace my boots &lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all it takes is&lt;br /&gt;One mofucker that wants more&lt;br /&gt;Starts wit a pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;Turns to a country that’s not yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we could all be&lt;br /&gt;More peaceful&lt;br /&gt;But if we all peaceful&lt;br /&gt;What happens when he wants more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he knocks on your door&lt;br /&gt;Cause he wants yours&lt;br /&gt;And givinem what he asks for&lt;br /&gt;Leaves you with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you givem what he wants&lt;br /&gt;Or say fuckem'&lt;br /&gt;But he’s willin' to kill for it &lt;br /&gt;You gon let him fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah the world needs more love&lt;br /&gt;But he wont love you&lt;br /&gt;And into your beautiful world walks&lt;br /&gt;Something so ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to him your peace means&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;Thus as long as there is &lt;br /&gt;One mofucker willin to fuck me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS WAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants more&lt;br /&gt;Can’t get out hands on enough&lt;br /&gt;But there are those the world over&lt;br /&gt;That  feel but can’t touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s they infatuation with us&lt;br /&gt;So how the fuck we push something on em&lt;br /&gt;That they already want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’ve come along way&lt;br /&gt;Though things are still fucked up&lt;br /&gt;But we are free’r&lt;br /&gt;Than anybody on the planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why they love us&lt;br /&gt;We can live our dreams&lt;br /&gt;And if we’ve got it in us&lt;br /&gt;We can achieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they want that for themselves&lt;br /&gt;They have never been that free&lt;br /&gt;And that’s exactly &lt;br /&gt;what America means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but their country don’t like it&lt;br /&gt;so they would attack me&lt;br /&gt;don’t wantem that free&lt;br /&gt;cause they know what that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s only so long for they smoke screen&lt;br /&gt;clears and people touch what they were&lt;br /&gt;told never to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as dreams become tangible&lt;br /&gt;weapons will yield &lt;br /&gt;and to be free people will&lt;br /&gt;kill or be killed…   AND THAT’S WAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;The world could be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But it is what it is&lt;br /&gt;And its no more now&lt;br /&gt;Than what its ever been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fulla so many people talking&lt;br /&gt;Violence ain't it&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta kill violence first&lt;br /&gt;To peacefully live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as long as somebody wants what&lt;br /&gt;Nobody el give&lt;br /&gt;There are those who on behalf of that el&lt;br /&gt;See you dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’ll be more tears fallen&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you’ve said&lt;br /&gt;cuz if you really want change&lt;br /&gt;There are those who cannot live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N Though you sell your alternative&lt;br /&gt;They wont buy it&lt;br /&gt;Cause a closed mouth&lt;br /&gt;Never gets fed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they hungry for more&lt;br /&gt;Like they havn’t ate in years&lt;br /&gt;And peace only provides&lt;br /&gt;You will starve given in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he’ll eventually&lt;br /&gt;Want more than what you have to give&lt;br /&gt;Now you getn fucked hard&lt;br /&gt;Cause you wouldn’t stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said fuck all&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful solutions&lt;br /&gt;But you wanna live better&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not as good as him…  SO WE GO TO WAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-5308216188050967682?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5308216188050967682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5308216188050967682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5308216188050967682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/war.html' title='WAR'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-6066821026511307139</id><published>2010-01-08T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:36:41.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE ME</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;Yall don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;This is our job&lt;br /&gt;We train for to bring forth&lt;br /&gt;The wrath of god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to war on yall behalf&lt;br /&gt;May not come home alive&lt;br /&gt;But we understand&lt;br /&gt;When we deploy&lt;br /&gt;We may die so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cry for me&lt;br /&gt;Wipe them tears from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Even though this could be&lt;br /&gt;Our last good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many problems of your own&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to shoulder mine&lt;br /&gt;Plus its too late for talking&lt;br /&gt;We behind enemy lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to help&lt;br /&gt;You only helping us die&lt;br /&gt;Cause your opinion makes it harder&lt;br /&gt;For to do our jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand you don’t like war&lt;br /&gt;But understand this&lt;br /&gt;I’ma soldier and I ride to the death&lt;br /&gt;For you and your kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t care who lied&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know what the truth is&lt;br /&gt;There are those that must die&lt;br /&gt;So others can live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be that for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause that’s what we do&lt;br /&gt;So lemme&lt;br /&gt;Handle my business for the red white and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Bolts to the back&lt;br /&gt;Locked in&lt;br /&gt;Magazines&lt;br /&gt;droppin&lt;br /&gt;Reload let the bolt go&lt;br /&gt;Keep poppin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stand up &lt;br /&gt;Droppem&lt;br /&gt;Who are yall to &lt;br /&gt;judge me&lt;br /&gt;wish yall ed&lt;br /&gt;shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;and just love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;I know what yall thinking&lt;br /&gt;War aint the answer&lt;br /&gt;But I will not be smacked&lt;br /&gt;Then asked to be passive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima attackem&lt;br /&gt;We can shake hands after&lt;br /&gt;The dust settles&lt;br /&gt;Till then exchange&lt;br /&gt;Full metal jackets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on behalf of&lt;br /&gt;All those active&lt;br /&gt;Duty don’t screw me&lt;br /&gt;Let us let these fuckers have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise one day&lt;br /&gt;It’ll all make sense&lt;br /&gt;Cause playin the game aint the same as&lt;br /&gt;Watchin it from the bench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you’ll&lt;br /&gt;Proly never get a &lt;br /&gt;clear enough picture&lt;br /&gt;till you somewhere close enough to the fire&lt;br /&gt;to light your cigars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but remember that we are&lt;br /&gt;and this is not Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;when we die&lt;br /&gt;we are gon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so support me&lt;br /&gt;that’s all I want&lt;br /&gt;an it aint support yall not letn me&lt;br /&gt;do my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an if you anti war&lt;br /&gt;you don’t support me at all&lt;br /&gt;that’s like sayin you love k9’s &lt;br /&gt;but cant stand dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you…&lt;br /&gt;gotta know you wrong&lt;br /&gt;cause soldiers are to war&lt;br /&gt;like employees are to jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both got work to perform&lt;br /&gt;except when I leave for work &lt;br /&gt;I may not return home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel like this is&lt;br /&gt;All bout oil&lt;br /&gt;Or a lie told for a son to&lt;br /&gt;Walk the footsteps of his father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yall ain’t walkin are you&lt;br /&gt;And gas prices up&lt;br /&gt;N mofuckers still dyin&lt;br /&gt;But your tanks fillt up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we don’t need &lt;br /&gt;hypocrites judging us&lt;br /&gt;we all liars&lt;br /&gt;nobody tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;till they caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even then we half tell it&lt;br /&gt;he’s no different than us&lt;br /&gt;and don’t forget&lt;br /&gt;we’ve all prospered off&lt;br /&gt;people getn fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we’ve all let it ride&lt;br /&gt;behind in GOD we trusts&lt;br /&gt;cause money make the world go round&lt;br /&gt;like it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now&lt;br /&gt;we don’t see whats in it for us&lt;br /&gt;but as soon as we can profit&lt;br /&gt;we there makin a buck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were more concerned with how&lt;br /&gt;killings wrong once&lt;br /&gt;upon a time&lt;br /&gt;fast forward we give&lt;br /&gt;no more fucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you only talk shit&lt;br /&gt;cause you are to soft&lt;br /&gt;to knuckle up&lt;br /&gt;savin face just in case&lt;br /&gt;we don’t perform our jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now the markets wide open&lt;br /&gt;an you got &lt;br /&gt;something to sell&lt;br /&gt;yeah you used to be against war&lt;br /&gt;but I can’t tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like wars done us well&lt;br /&gt;yeah Americas a monster&lt;br /&gt;but we are all one ourselves&lt;br /&gt;cause were all guilty of wantin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and the truth is more only comes from &lt;br /&gt;somebody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though you&lt;br /&gt;mind takin it&lt;br /&gt;soon as its took&lt;br /&gt;you’ll have your hands&lt;br /&gt;wide open wantin&lt;br /&gt;your piece to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-6066821026511307139?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/6066821026511307139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/6066821026511307139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/6066821026511307139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-me.html' title='LOVE ME'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-2835600737334182894</id><published>2010-01-08T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:32:38.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK</title><content type='html'>CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Got my boots laced CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Sapi plates CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M4 7 30 round clips&lt;br /&gt;MRE’s size 7.62 .50 cal and 5 point 5, 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to hold the whole block down CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Ready to lay the whole block down CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to spray anybody anything movin I am not dyin here today&lt;br /&gt;LETS GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;We shoot bullets like&lt;br /&gt;He shoot the rock&lt;br /&gt;But he is worth millions&lt;br /&gt;N we are not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowin we may die today&lt;br /&gt;But he  will not&lt;br /&gt;Keep holdin on&lt;br /&gt;Whether we&lt;br /&gt;Lose our grip or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out here&lt;br /&gt;Holdin down the block&lt;br /&gt;Where in every sentence&lt;br /&gt;Every letters&lt;br /&gt;Caps locked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where anything other than life&lt;br /&gt;Worried I’m not&lt;br /&gt;Where when those buried&lt;br /&gt;Boil my water to the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck oil&lt;br /&gt;Driven yal aint stopped&lt;br /&gt;So my bolt rides like a&lt;br /&gt;Pornstar on a cock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N who knows&lt;br /&gt;How much times&lt;br /&gt;Left on the clock&lt;br /&gt;Today im on my game&lt;br /&gt;I’m takin every shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 rounds later&lt;br /&gt;bolts to the back locked&lt;br /&gt;one push of a button&lt;br /&gt;magazine drops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no timeouts&lt;br /&gt;reload on the spot&lt;br /&gt;add 30 more &lt;br /&gt;release the bolt&lt;br /&gt;then…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 more gone&lt;br /&gt;repeat it&lt;br /&gt;back from the top&lt;br /&gt;fold under pressure&lt;br /&gt;no we will not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lay down&lt;br /&gt;we’ll givem&lt;br /&gt;everything we got&lt;br /&gt;till we back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or are hearts stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;We advance under contact&lt;br /&gt;They call fouls&lt;br /&gt;An play thru injuries &lt;br /&gt;Though are pulse slow down&lt;br /&gt;Move it out under fire&lt;br /&gt;Cause time outs&lt;br /&gt;Don’t exist here&lt;br /&gt;The whole time we holdin it down&lt;br /&gt;And they want rings&lt;br /&gt;We play cause we proud&lt;br /&gt;Cause 6 to 8 percent of us &lt;br /&gt;Are not cowards&lt;br /&gt;And we will stand&lt;br /&gt;When they lay down&lt;br /&gt;We are Americas BEST&lt;br /&gt;Pound for pound&lt;br /&gt;Stand behind the arc&lt;br /&gt;Gunnem down&lt;br /&gt;Fight to the death&lt;br /&gt;Cause we don’t throw towels&lt;br /&gt;We don’t know how to fold&lt;br /&gt;Or back down&lt;br /&gt;But without us&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t stand so proud&lt;br /&gt;So be happy&lt;br /&gt;Whenever shit goes down&lt;br /&gt;That yall aint gotta be&lt;br /&gt;No where around&lt;br /&gt;So while we holdin our breathe&lt;br /&gt;Bite your tongues&lt;br /&gt;Cause yall fuckers don’t speak for us at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;He just gotta shoe deal&lt;br /&gt;I got hit wit rpg’s&lt;br /&gt;And its funny&lt;br /&gt;Cause we both can shoot 3’s&lt;br /&gt;But he can only break ankles&lt;br /&gt;We break wills &lt;br /&gt;Of any mofucker wanna play us&lt;br /&gt;Putem on the scale&lt;br /&gt;They’ll never way up&lt;br /&gt;Puttem on the field&lt;br /&gt;They’ll never play us&lt;br /&gt;And were also worth millions&lt;br /&gt;But we don’t hold out&lt;br /&gt;Cause what its worth no one el pay us&lt;br /&gt;Keep to the grind&lt;br /&gt;Though so many hate us&lt;br /&gt;But the bottom line is&lt;br /&gt;We are the greatest&lt;br /&gt;N we will for the broke to the famous&lt;br /&gt;Smack the shit outta&lt;br /&gt;Any mofucka on the planet&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you understand it&lt;br /&gt;Keep on takin everything for granted&lt;br /&gt;And while you sleep&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be on the block&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere sendin bodys back to god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-2835600737334182894?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/2835600737334182894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/2835600737334182894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/2835600737334182894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/check.html' title='CHECK'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-1176439212004474589</id><published>2010-01-08T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:27:19.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WITHDRAWL METHOD</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;You say withdrawl&lt;br /&gt;but I say&lt;br /&gt;stick it in deeper&lt;br /&gt;and don't pull out till they come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to their senses&lt;br /&gt;that's how business gets done&lt;br /&gt;that's why you deployed murderers&lt;br /&gt;and gave us guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we speak a language&lt;br /&gt;requires no tongue&lt;br /&gt;just hammers to the primer&lt;br /&gt;to the conversations done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us talk to our hearts content&lt;br /&gt;and let us handle these insurgent&lt;br /&gt;like guerrilla pimps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop talking bout a place you've never been&lt;br /&gt;cause you hired me to fuck&lt;br /&gt;told me to fuck them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i'm fuckin&lt;br /&gt;don't touch my dick&lt;br /&gt;and i promise&lt;br /&gt;I'll withdraw after I fuck this bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;You'd prefer we made love&lt;br /&gt;but soldiers fuck&lt;br /&gt;cream pie inem 556 and up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;givem SNM love&lt;br /&gt;cause they like it rough&lt;br /&gt;had you scared to fuckem&lt;br /&gt;so you sent us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you tryin to tell me that&lt;br /&gt;i've had enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to kill this pussy&lt;br /&gt;and it's just warmin' up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made you wonder why you hooked us up&lt;br /&gt;now know she worth billions of bucks&lt;br /&gt;but she so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outta control won't let you love her&lt;br /&gt;so you need me to calm her down for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I got you&lt;br /&gt;that's why I can't pull out&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm so close to turnin' her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;GEt rich or die tryin' baby&lt;br /&gt;that's the motto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make investments today&lt;br /&gt;see revenue tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's so much more money than oil&lt;br /&gt;bout a hundred plus industries worth &lt;br /&gt;hundreds of billions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bread tastes better&lt;br /&gt;stacked to the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you need us to fuck those&lt;br /&gt;fuckin the deal up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again I got cha&lt;br /&gt;all i ask in returns let me fuck them proper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you sent us to fuck but cock block us&lt;br /&gt;won't let me fuckem unconscious&lt;br /&gt;and that's what we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that red white and blue&lt;br /&gt;and i promise I'll withdrawl when I'm thru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-1176439212004474589?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/1176439212004474589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/withdrawl-method.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1176439212004474589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1176439212004474589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/withdrawl-method.html' title='THE WITHDRAWL METHOD'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-9040891148244741717</id><published>2010-01-08T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:12:21.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRING IT ON</title><content type='html'>CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;We stand&lt;br /&gt;So tall&lt;br /&gt;Prepared to give&lt;br /&gt;OUR ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though scarred&lt;br /&gt;Remain strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know quittin’&lt;br /&gt;Where I’m from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m gon&lt;br /&gt;To when I &lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ma be beatin’&lt;br /&gt;My war drum&lt;br /&gt;And they gon be Wishin’&lt;br /&gt;I  Hadn’t come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am&lt;br /&gt;bring it on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;This is my rifle&lt;br /&gt;and she spit fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my brothers&lt;br /&gt;and your times expired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you had more but time is&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;and you can't afford to buy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come quiet&lt;br /&gt;but if you prefer noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn your volume up&lt;br /&gt;and we'll turn up yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll turn life from hot to cold&lt;br /&gt;we'll make fractions of what was once whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hope to god&lt;br /&gt;we don't declare war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if so nice knowin yeah&lt;br /&gt;one of us gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whether its heaven or hell for us&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but one things for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;We stand&lt;br /&gt;So tall&lt;br /&gt;Prepared to give&lt;br /&gt;OUR ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though scarred&lt;br /&gt;Remain strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know quittin’&lt;br /&gt;Where I’m from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m gon&lt;br /&gt;To when I &lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ma be beatin’&lt;br /&gt;My war drum&lt;br /&gt;And they gon be Wishin’&lt;br /&gt;I  Hadn’t come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am&lt;br /&gt;bring it on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;They call it murder&lt;br /&gt;we call it life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my preservers to serve&lt;br /&gt;whatever caliber el work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i move thru the fire&lt;br /&gt;laugh at death cause i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not ready to go&lt;br /&gt;so he gon have to try harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he gon have to take them first&lt;br /&gt;selector switch never on safe its been on burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-5 shootem in the face&lt;br /&gt;then scan for more work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;targets up partner&lt;br /&gt;puttem in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;We stand&lt;br /&gt;So tall&lt;br /&gt;Prepared to give&lt;br /&gt;OUR ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though scarred&lt;br /&gt;Remain strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know quittin’&lt;br /&gt;Where I’m from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m gon&lt;br /&gt;To when I &lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ma be beatin’&lt;br /&gt;My war drum&lt;br /&gt;And they gon be Wishin’&lt;br /&gt;I  Hadn’t come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am&lt;br /&gt;bring it on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;Whoever should want war&lt;br /&gt;raise my left hand I swore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody more murder lord&lt;br /&gt;what you think war is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn back the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;whatever they see in their mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S. ain't hard to find&lt;br /&gt;these soldiers is one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we will collide&lt;br /&gt;better be on the right side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose the wrong one you will die&lt;br /&gt;call it a genocide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soldiers is hollarin' hooaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;this is the way that we do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come on and get up into it&lt;br /&gt;crank up that soldier music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v4&lt;br /&gt;Charge my weapon before I ride&lt;br /&gt;my baby cryin &lt;br /&gt;hopin' I don't die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many haters won't let me do my job&lt;br /&gt;they don't think its worth takin' lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ima take theirs for they take mine&lt;br /&gt;cause i aon't no pussy cat with 9 lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how much they deny it&lt;br /&gt;war means more people el be dyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;We stand&lt;br /&gt;So tall&lt;br /&gt;Prepared to give&lt;br /&gt;OUR ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though scarred&lt;br /&gt;Remain strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know quittin’&lt;br /&gt;Where I’m from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m gon&lt;br /&gt;To when I &lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ma be beatin’&lt;br /&gt;My war drum&lt;br /&gt;And they gon be Wishin’&lt;br /&gt;I  Hadn’t come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am&lt;br /&gt;bring it on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-9040891148244741717?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/9040891148244741717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-4663427803528090833</id><published>2010-01-08T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:52:08.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOLDEM'</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;I toldem' we was&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' our breath&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn’t givem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess they&lt;br /&gt;Live too far from the friction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they thought&lt;br /&gt;LIVE FROM IRAQ was fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought&lt;br /&gt;My truth was too far from the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be real&lt;br /&gt;Said that ain’t war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they too soft to wear that uniform&lt;br /&gt;And they don’t know shit&lt;br /&gt;But what the news toldem’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my boy bleedin’ out&lt;br /&gt;Here you hold em’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply direct pressure&lt;br /&gt;To his wounds for em’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope he don’t bleed out too fast&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’d hate for you to wanna pay&lt;br /&gt;Anybody back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’d hate for you to&lt;br /&gt;Understand the 8th track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d hate for you to&lt;br /&gt;Ever have to feel like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d hate for you to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;I’d hate for you to have to feel the way I do&lt;br /&gt;When I go to war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t feel like yall really understand&lt;br /&gt;Nobody want war but here I am… &lt;br /&gt;In the middle of it all&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;Stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Without yall interfering in doing my job&lt;br /&gt;If you didn’t wantem’ dead &lt;br /&gt;shouldn’t a sent me at all&lt;br /&gt;and don’t worry I’ll whether the storm&lt;br /&gt;just let me do what I trained for&lt;br /&gt;while I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2&lt;br /&gt;we tell our children&lt;br /&gt;they can have the world&lt;br /&gt;but never tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;how that’s possible&lt;br /&gt;cause first you gotta pull off&lt;br /&gt;mission impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its not tom cruise in real life&lt;br /&gt;more like&lt;br /&gt;so many people havin’ to die&lt;br /&gt;more like soldiers on the battlefield all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause its…&lt;br /&gt;more than talk this game&lt;br /&gt;n more than opinions of those&lt;br /&gt;to pussy to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta weigh in&lt;br /&gt;gotta go take it&lt;br /&gt;and some times you gotta &lt;br /&gt;smash they face in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and that’s the truth&lt;br /&gt;so tell your lil kids that&lt;br /&gt;so they not confused&lt;br /&gt;so they will not sympathize &lt;br /&gt;for the job I do&lt;br /&gt;and I can handle my business&lt;br /&gt;the way I’m supposed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it ain’t all that pretty&lt;br /&gt;they’ll at least stand behind me&lt;br /&gt;if not with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t feel like yall really understand&lt;br /&gt;Nobody want war but here I am… &lt;br /&gt;In the middle of it all&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;Stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Without yall interfering in doing my job&lt;br /&gt;If you didn’t wantem’ dead &lt;br /&gt;shouldn’t a sent me at all&lt;br /&gt;and don’t worry I’ll whether the storm&lt;br /&gt;just let me do what I trained for&lt;br /&gt;while I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v3&lt;br /&gt;we both want peace&lt;br /&gt;but right now its war&lt;br /&gt;so right now I need you to be&lt;br /&gt;quiet for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause that’s how you really support us&lt;br /&gt;let us go to work and don’t make&lt;br /&gt;problems for us&lt;br /&gt;even though you don’t like our job&lt;br /&gt;even though I’ll proly never change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need you to let me &lt;br /&gt;Let them have it&lt;br /&gt;I need you to see your opinion and look past it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though unattractive let me face it&lt;br /&gt;Let me release my bolt let me wastem’&lt;br /&gt;And whatever fate is waitin’&lt;br /&gt;Sour our sweet&lt;br /&gt;Be glad you’ll never taste it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m here now its work to do&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t come to your job fuckin’ wit you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me&lt;br /&gt;Just do what I do&lt;br /&gt;Identify targets and put wholes throughem’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t feel like yall really understand&lt;br /&gt;Nobody want war but here I am… &lt;br /&gt;In the middle of it all&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;Stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Without yall interfering in doing my job&lt;br /&gt;If you didn’t wantem’ dead &lt;br /&gt;shouldn’t a sent me at all&lt;br /&gt;and don’t worry I’ll whether the storm&lt;br /&gt;just let me do what I trained for&lt;br /&gt;while I’m gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-4663427803528090833?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/4663427803528090833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/toldem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4663427803528090833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4663427803528090833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/toldem.html' title='TOLDEM&apos;'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-1437787138958767784</id><published>2010-01-08T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:41:01.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3000 PLUS</title><content type='html'>3000&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;3000 plus gone&lt;br /&gt;they say in vein&lt;br /&gt;but fuck them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;these colors don't run&lt;br /&gt;stare the devil down&lt;br /&gt;tellem bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tellem we prepared to take hell from him&lt;br /&gt;even if death is certain&lt;br /&gt;we will ride this is our purpose&lt;br /&gt;back and forth keep my bolt workin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until my heart beat fails&lt;br /&gt;and though I've gone&lt;br /&gt;remember me well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the reason you breathe air&lt;br /&gt;gave my life in exchange for theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though I'm no longer here&lt;br /&gt;look to the sun&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every one of us that fell&lt;br /&gt;and we will live in your memories forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;3000 fell on the battlefield&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how many are killed&lt;br /&gt;we will not die&lt;br /&gt;our fire just intensifies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing to march&lt;br /&gt;whether our fate be the same&lt;br /&gt;never forgetting the price that they paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will&lt;br /&gt;walk thru the flames&lt;br /&gt;like the 3000 plus that gave everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;So don't worry about us&lt;br /&gt;we already know&lt;br /&gt;death may come&lt;br /&gt;knockin on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3000 more times but thats war&lt;br /&gt;and thats what we've trained for&lt;br /&gt;and though you believe this wars wrong&lt;br /&gt;we will not fail to do our jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will not fold our cards&lt;br /&gt;we will not lay down or cower&lt;br /&gt;we will die fightin' this battle&lt;br /&gt;we will throw everything we've got at em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will keep standin' up no matter&lt;br /&gt;how many fall so fuck countin'&lt;br /&gt;numbers will not stop me from poundin'&lt;br /&gt;these fuckers into the ground and if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be the next one to go&lt;br /&gt;just make sure my memory lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;3000 fell on the battlefield&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how many are killed&lt;br /&gt;we will not die&lt;br /&gt;our fire just intensifies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing to march&lt;br /&gt;whether our fate be the same&lt;br /&gt;never forgetting the price that they paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will&lt;br /&gt;walk thru the flames&lt;br /&gt;like the 3000 plus that gave everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;So don't cry for me&lt;br /&gt;this is what I do&lt;br /&gt;know deaths round the corner&lt;br /&gt;still move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around that corner&lt;br /&gt;why? for you&lt;br /&gt;cause he gon have to kill me&lt;br /&gt;to get you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though you've got your views&lt;br /&gt;yall just don't have the heart we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus you'll always be confused&lt;br /&gt;and never understand why we do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause were beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;want the devil dead we'll deploy to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while were there&lt;br /&gt;blood will shed&lt;br /&gt;and some of us will&lt;br /&gt;come home in bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause thats the effect war has&lt;br /&gt;so think about it for you send us anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an if thats what you want&lt;br /&gt;we are prepared&lt;br /&gt;an if we die&lt;br /&gt;put 21 in the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-1437787138958767784?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/1437787138958767784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/3000-plus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1437787138958767784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1437787138958767784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/3000-plus.html' title='3000 PLUS'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-3237793176515073564</id><published>2010-01-08T02:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:17:25.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUSSY</title><content type='html'>Pussy&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Yeah your parents gave birth to a son&lt;br /&gt;But they raised a daughter&lt;br /&gt;And if you was mine&lt;br /&gt;I’d be ashamed to have been your father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can talk all the shit you want&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve seen you at your worst&lt;br /&gt;And you stayed there the whole time&lt;br /&gt;So you gotta whole lotta nerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout his problems&lt;br /&gt;And you couldn’t even deal with yours&lt;br /&gt;Runnin your mouth like you wasn’t being a&lt;br /&gt;Bitch the whole tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve had my short cummings&lt;br /&gt;But I reeled in the slack&lt;br /&gt;When you allowed the pussy in you&lt;br /&gt;To keep coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have to a noticed it&lt;br /&gt;It was more than obvious&lt;br /&gt;Cause the relationship&lt;br /&gt;Yall shared out here was managomous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve tried to ignore&lt;br /&gt;But your just so loud&lt;br /&gt;Thought your actions might humble you&lt;br /&gt;But you wont quiet down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like you don’t even see it&lt;br /&gt;Either that or you don’t show it&lt;br /&gt;But you the biggest pussy out here&lt;br /&gt;And everybody else knows it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to yourself though&lt;br /&gt;If that’s how you get over it&lt;br /&gt;I know we all holdin our breathe&lt;br /&gt;But how long you gon hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t act hard&lt;br /&gt;Cause pussy’s only get wet&lt;br /&gt;And we’ve been waitin the whole year&lt;br /&gt;And you aint been a man yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know its hard to admit it&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth it hurts&lt;br /&gt;That you aint deploy with no balls&lt;br /&gt;Only halter tops and skirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your conscious got to be killin you&lt;br /&gt;And don’t know how you handle it&lt;br /&gt;Other than closing your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And acting like it aint happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s why&lt;br /&gt;You judging everybody else&lt;br /&gt;Cause you want em to feel &lt;br /&gt;Exactly how you feel about yourself pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;You so quick to point the finger&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don’t wanna understand&lt;br /&gt;That word pussy any clearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could you pretend&lt;br /&gt;To see anything else&lt;br /&gt;When the only thing you’ve been about&lt;br /&gt;Since day one here was yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as long as your breathin&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be more excuses&lt;br /&gt;And a million more reasons why&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else should do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you folded your hand&lt;br /&gt;You act like you still playin&lt;br /&gt;But you always found wanting&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you are weighed in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really don’t bother me&lt;br /&gt;Cause we’ll carry your weight&lt;br /&gt;We’ve done it from day one&lt;br /&gt;Whats 364 more days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I ask is one favor&lt;br /&gt;And it aint that much&lt;br /&gt;Take a closer look at yourself&lt;br /&gt;For you size anybody up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you aint left no room at all&lt;br /&gt;To open your mouth and talk&lt;br /&gt;Remember we seen you out the gate&lt;br /&gt;You wont even get out the truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your courage is more than underfire&lt;br /&gt;Its never enough&lt;br /&gt;Cause the closest you came to standin out here&lt;br /&gt;Was when you bitched up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;It’s a whole lot a fuckers here&lt;br /&gt;Probably too many&lt;br /&gt;That’s even worse than anybody talking shit&lt;br /&gt;That’s been a pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its hard for me to understand&lt;br /&gt;Though I understand scared&lt;br /&gt;But some of the purple hearts&lt;br /&gt;And bronze stars awarded round here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how the fuck did yall get that&lt;br /&gt;Cause you aint do shit&lt;br /&gt;Look I was there when marion went down&lt;br /&gt;And you aint get hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I recall you aint bleed at all&lt;br /&gt;He almost lost a limb&lt;br /&gt;Now how the fuck do you deserve&lt;br /&gt;The same purple heart as him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they presented you with it&lt;br /&gt;You accepted it proudly&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever see you wearing it&lt;br /&gt;Oh its coming the fuck off don’t doubt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its more people than you&lt;br /&gt;Runnin round here undeservant&lt;br /&gt;So I apologize for all you fuckers&lt;br /&gt;Awarded for lip service&lt;br /&gt;Cause yall ed never tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;Im here to keep you honest&lt;br /&gt;That without your rank&lt;br /&gt;These awards you wouldn’t a gottem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you talk about integrity&lt;br /&gt;But wont admit that its wrong&lt;br /&gt;For you to accept something&lt;br /&gt;When you have done absolutely nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-3237793176515073564?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/3237793176515073564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/pussy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/3237793176515073564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/3237793176515073564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/pussy.html' title='PUSSY'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-5078724011120465537</id><published>2010-01-08T02:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:16:50.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTAMENT OF A SOLDIER</title><content type='html'>Testament of a soldier&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;While yall talk shit&lt;br /&gt;Im too busy to listen&lt;br /&gt;I don’t crack under pressure&lt;br /&gt;I deal with the friction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here its more than opinions&lt;br /&gt;And though entitled to em&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think yall&lt;br /&gt;Understand what yall doin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what yall sayin&lt;br /&gt;Yall got to be kiddin me&lt;br /&gt;What did yall think it cost&lt;br /&gt;To be livin free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for our country&lt;br /&gt;We will bleed&lt;br /&gt;While you run your mouth&lt;br /&gt;You say in defense of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mofucker please&lt;br /&gt;You’ve made your millions&lt;br /&gt;You could never&lt;br /&gt;Feel me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while yall talk shit&lt;br /&gt;Understand how that’s possible&lt;br /&gt;We made you rich&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are willing to die for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yall take that for granted&lt;br /&gt;So heres a one way ticket&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere on this planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not have you talk shit&lt;br /&gt;While I die for your family&lt;br /&gt;Protectin our interests&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t understand em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built on murder&lt;br /&gt;Our country’s exapanded&lt;br /&gt;And so far our troubles&lt;br /&gt;Have rewarded you handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you critisize&lt;br /&gt;The hand that fed you&lt;br /&gt;And though you try to forget&lt;br /&gt;No, I wont let you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you coulda always of left&lt;br /&gt;So now im here in iraq&lt;br /&gt;Wondering whats kept you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we’d all be better of here&lt;br /&gt;Less you&lt;br /&gt;Opening your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Against the country that’s blessed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we shouldn’t be here&lt;br /&gt;Says you&lt;br /&gt;But we are&lt;br /&gt;And you still continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sit&lt;br /&gt;While we swap spit with these fuckers&lt;br /&gt;No you don’t have to agree&lt;br /&gt;But you could at least support us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand behind us&lt;br /&gt;If not for us&lt;br /&gt;But your too busy&lt;br /&gt;Runnin your mouth for reporters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we here&lt;br /&gt;Sweatin it out the entire fourth quarter&lt;br /&gt;And you wont fight&lt;br /&gt;So we fight for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And freedom has a price&lt;br /&gt;We payin it for you&lt;br /&gt;The game of your life&lt;br /&gt;We’re playin it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you shit on everything&lt;br /&gt;This country’s done for you&lt;br /&gt;Keep runnin your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Hope the world ignores you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don’t speak on our behalf&lt;br /&gt;We speak for you&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a shame&lt;br /&gt;You even think you can speak for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t see you in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Bleedin for me&lt;br /&gt;And until you’ve walked it&lt;br /&gt;You cant talk it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought your careers&lt;br /&gt;Fuck have you bought me&lt;br /&gt;We pay the bills for those&lt;br /&gt;Opinions you offering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we do more than kill in your name&lt;br /&gt;We slaughter them&lt;br /&gt;So everyday you can hug&lt;br /&gt;Your son and daughter again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how easily&lt;br /&gt;You forget what we’ve done&lt;br /&gt;And how easily&lt;br /&gt;When we stand you run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck is really goin on&lt;br /&gt;And please when you talk war&lt;br /&gt;Hold your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause for you to have lived this long&lt;br /&gt;We have died so young&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;What have you become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than spoiled &lt;br /&gt;By all the sacrifices we made&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying life huh&lt;br /&gt;After the ones we gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you be without war&lt;br /&gt;Yall are so naïve&lt;br /&gt;Only fuckers in the world&lt;br /&gt;Complaining yall free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-5078724011120465537?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5078724011120465537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/testament-of-soldier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5078724011120465537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5078724011120465537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/testament-of-soldier.html' title='TESTAMENT OF A SOLDIER'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-1562652624499180258</id><published>2010-01-08T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:16:05.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REALITY CHECK</title><content type='html'>Reality check&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;92 to 94 percent  of you fuckers fall short&lt;br /&gt;cause only 6 to 8 is or has ever been a soldier before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure its cute to imitate our likeness&lt;br /&gt;and never go to war&lt;br /&gt;but the closest you’ve been to in theatres&lt;br /&gt;with your bitch and some popcorn pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to believe you&lt;br /&gt;and everything yall telling me&lt;br /&gt;but I have seen soldiers first hand&lt;br /&gt;and its not what yall sellin me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so could you please&lt;br /&gt;pull your brand from the shelf&lt;br /&gt;and anymore songs identifying you with me&lt;br /&gt;keepem to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause though you may have stood behind us&lt;br /&gt;you aint never stood wit us&lt;br /&gt;cause I aint never seen you on the blocks here&lt;br /&gt;when them ambushes hit us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please don’t think&lt;br /&gt;just cause you bought some fatigues&lt;br /&gt;and run around with your little guns&lt;br /&gt;playing war back home in the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you could ever in any lifetime&lt;br /&gt;be a reflection of me&lt;br /&gt;cause I have deployed to go war&lt;br /&gt;and you aint got the balls to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for me could you please&lt;br /&gt;shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;and let me know when your done on my dick&lt;br /&gt;so I can zip my pants back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk a mile in my boots&lt;br /&gt;you couldn’t make it&lt;br /&gt;sure you all soldiers at home&lt;br /&gt;but out here you cant fake it&lt;br /&gt;that’s why yall aint here&lt;br /&gt; aint it&lt;br /&gt;its just easier to act &lt;br /&gt;hard on credit than it is to make a payment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I got my receipts&lt;br /&gt;no balance due on my statement&lt;br /&gt;and yall got to love me&lt;br /&gt;hear the music and I face it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its too easy to bluff a hand&lt;br /&gt;and never have to play it&lt;br /&gt;so no yall are not soldiers&lt;br /&gt;just cause yall say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2&lt;br /&gt;look, im hearing some things&lt;br /&gt;right now that I don’t like at all&lt;br /&gt;cause according to destiny’s child&lt;br /&gt;aint none of us here soldiers at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole country right now&lt;br /&gt;they just in love with that song&lt;br /&gt;but I aint hear emsay nothing&lt;br /&gt;but keep using the word soldier wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I’ve been thru too much here&lt;br /&gt;for yall to use the term so lightly&lt;br /&gt;and these mofuckers they are describing&lt;br /&gt;they are nothing like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im glad they marketing strategy&lt;br /&gt;worked while we here dying&lt;br /&gt;had to now that song ed sell&lt;br /&gt;shit why the fuck else would they write it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or was it written before we deployed&lt;br /&gt;and they just retitled it&lt;br /&gt;turning a garbage song to a hit&lt;br /&gt;increasing their entitlement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I aint got no taste&lt;br /&gt;or idea what a soldier is&lt;br /&gt;and maybe their description is dead on&lt;br /&gt;and I aint here going thru shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe these mofuckers at home&lt;br /&gt;being soldiers is real shit&lt;br /&gt;and maybe im wrong and to be a soldier&lt;br /&gt;you aint gotta do shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sit on your ass&lt;br /&gt;and let somebody else pray those rpg’s miss&lt;br /&gt;or when your country goes to war&lt;br /&gt;just lay down like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v3&lt;br /&gt;it’s a lot a talk about where yall from &lt;br /&gt;and who that makes you&lt;br /&gt;sellin yourself as the hardest fucker&lt;br /&gt;in the world no thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure you hard on your block&lt;br /&gt;but these streets ed break you&lt;br /&gt;here its brand name thugs&lt;br /&gt;and yall some off brand ganstas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna be soldiers&lt;br /&gt;follow me I’ll take you&lt;br /&gt;to see some marines in fallujah&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or come visit my theatre&lt;br /&gt;shit I’ll show you some places&lt;br /&gt;but I really don’t think&lt;br /&gt;that yall wanna go where I’ll take you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight to the shittiest &lt;br /&gt;city on a map&lt;br /&gt;where you was probably better off&lt;br /&gt;shootin yourself for we left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yall mofuckers so hard&lt;br /&gt;you cant be worried bout that&lt;br /&gt;shit yall ed probably hold down&lt;br /&gt;sadr city all by yourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hink its enough towels&lt;br /&gt;Cause yall ed throwem all in&lt;br /&gt;For I could show yall around pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im wonderin&lt;br /&gt;Who yall gone let fuck yall now&lt;br /&gt;Hardest soldiers in America&lt;br /&gt;And yall all layin down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuck happened&lt;br /&gt;Thought yall was ready for war&lt;br /&gt;At least that’s what every word outta your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Said you was but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let yall tell it&lt;br /&gt;and anythings possible&lt;br /&gt;when the closest yall been to war&lt;br /&gt;is only 6,000 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on now&lt;br /&gt;yall cant be serious&lt;br /&gt;and please tell me its more to yall&lt;br /&gt;than just smoke and mirrors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna believe you&lt;br /&gt;And everything yall telling me&lt;br /&gt;But again, I’ve seen soldiers first hand&lt;br /&gt;And its not what yall selling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-1562652624499180258?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/1562652624499180258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1562652624499180258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1562652624499180258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-check.html' title='REALITY CHECK'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-3182454651438340744</id><published>2010-01-08T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:15:23.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I RIDE</title><content type='html'>I ride&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ride for these niggaz&lt;br /&gt;I die for these niggaz&lt;br /&gt;6,000 miles away&lt;br /&gt;im takin fire with these niggaz so&lt;br /&gt;yall wanna fuck around&lt;br /&gt;we can fuck around to&lt;br /&gt;don’t getm round 1&lt;br /&gt;fuckem gettem round 2&lt;br /&gt;everybody’s targets now&lt;br /&gt;don’t make us have to target you&lt;br /&gt;fallen saoldiers live forever&lt;br /&gt;we’ll never remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v1&lt;br /&gt;look here, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for them soldiers&lt;br /&gt;that’s not gon make it home&lt;br /&gt;so we go red in yall memory&lt;br /&gt;shootem dead in yall memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engage em point blank in they face&lt;br /&gt;in yall memory&lt;br /&gt;cause for we leave best believe&lt;br /&gt;these iraq’s will remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we are not fuckin around here&lt;br /&gt;we don’t get much sleep&lt;br /&gt;when we on the block all night&lt;br /&gt;exchanging bullets for peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once we start pullin these triggers&lt;br /&gt;we don’t stop&lt;br /&gt; till the whole block leaks&lt;br /&gt;till its not a live body in the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody should a toldem&lt;br /&gt;soldiers don’t know how to die easy&lt;br /&gt;and we are fittin to get you back&lt;br /&gt;for them families that’s now grieving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it el be a whole lot a fuckers&lt;br /&gt;in return that stop breathin&lt;br /&gt;they should a laid down&lt;br /&gt;we wouldn’t a had to killem when we seeum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they don’t learn so quick&lt;br /&gt;so we keep havin to teachem&lt;br /&gt;that the hungrier they get&lt;br /&gt;the more death we gon feedem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until its over we aint got no problem&lt;br /&gt;with more bodies&lt;br /&gt;that’s just how we get down&lt;br /&gt;for them soldiers that served proudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2&lt;br /&gt;they trying to see my body in the streets partner&lt;br /&gt;but that’s not happenin&lt;br /&gt;so for every bullet in my direction&lt;br /&gt;im throwin 30 back at em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the crew serves start poppin off&lt;br /&gt;its no more questions&lt;br /&gt;these fuckers is meetin allah&lt;br /&gt;in a matter of seconds fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losin my patience&lt;br /&gt;maybe I’ve been here too long&lt;br /&gt;but yall is fittin to pay me back&lt;br /&gt;for those soldiers not goin home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seen too many of us wounded&lt;br /&gt;I wont be the next one&lt;br /&gt;So the only Arabic im speakins&lt;br /&gt;Getting spoke thru this gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall don’t understand nothing else&lt;br /&gt;And yall aint tryng to talk neither&lt;br /&gt;You trying to win&lt;br /&gt;And you only score when a soldier stops breathin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only rules out this mofucker&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get caught sleepin&lt;br /&gt;And when somethins poppin of&lt;br /&gt;Them triggers you got squeezem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they wanna see me gone&lt;br /&gt;But I am not leavin&lt;br /&gt;And at times&lt;br /&gt;I exercise this finger for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep these other mofuckers bleedin&lt;br /&gt;Rather them than me&lt;br /&gt;And god willing you fuckers&lt;br /&gt;Gon meetem before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-3182454651438340744?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/3182454651438340744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/3182454651438340744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/3182454651438340744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-ride.html' title='I RIDE'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-6982354451620613833</id><published>2010-01-08T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:14:34.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIRTY</title><content type='html'>Dirty&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think yall understand&lt;br /&gt;What m going thru the stress is killin me&lt;br /&gt;My better halfs back home fuckin round&lt;br /&gt;Least that’s what they telling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always in the clubs now&lt;br /&gt;And she aint used to party&lt;br /&gt;And she always wit a new nigga&lt;br /&gt;Say she fuckin em probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While im over here dodging bullets&lt;br /&gt;Throwin em back at haji&lt;br /&gt;She got her ass up in something tight&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get fucked properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seen her last night&lt;br /&gt;Hugged up in the movies&lt;br /&gt;Wit some nigga&lt;br /&gt;Obviously scheming trying to sleep wit my pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to sweat it though this blood&lt;br /&gt;Runs hot thru me&lt;br /&gt;This is fire yall fuckin wit now&lt;br /&gt;Please speak truthfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus im hearing she don’t be home&lt;br /&gt;Not half as much as she used to&lt;br /&gt;Got me callin home naw&lt;br /&gt;She aint pickin up like she used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve heard all the stories&lt;br /&gt;Bout how we deploy and they do us&lt;br /&gt;And now my money spends&lt;br /&gt;A lil bit faster than what it used to…  I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;The whole time im gon&lt;br /&gt;She was running round&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were in love&lt;br /&gt;I know what love is now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s telling me one thing&lt;br /&gt;Doin another&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday it seems&lt;br /&gt;Harder to trust her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;The fuck is really happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;If im over reacting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;If she’s home bein faithful&lt;br /&gt;While im gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;When we talk now its always something&lt;br /&gt;Startin an argument&lt;br /&gt;Specially when I ask her&lt;br /&gt;Why she’s never home and all the money she spent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She say she got needs&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she need to be with her friends&lt;br /&gt;But then I tell her what they tell me&lt;br /&gt;Now she defensive as shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her whole story starts changing&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck can I trust this bitch&lt;br /&gt;When she tell me something one week&lt;br /&gt;The next week she forgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but more lies and excuses&lt;br /&gt;Everytime she move her lips&lt;br /&gt;2 in the morning cell phone&lt;br /&gt;ringing in the background loud as shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to, keep my cool&lt;br /&gt;cant afford to lose focus&lt;br /&gt;cause here that shit el get me killed&lt;br /&gt;even if just for a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I let a lot of shit slide&lt;br /&gt;even shit im not supposed to &lt;br /&gt;but it gets harder to cope wit&lt;br /&gt;not knowin if this is really happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen this movie played before&lt;br /&gt;So I know what happens&lt;br /&gt;She run them streets im trying to &lt;br /&gt;Stay alive in Baghdad…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck her&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I love her but trust is a mother fucker&lt;br /&gt;And she make it harder to believe her&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I talk to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;Get it together sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that you lying&lt;br /&gt;Cause we aint talking like we used to&lt;br /&gt;Plus its getting harder to find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its issues&lt;br /&gt;War is not easy but you create more problems&lt;br /&gt;Still act like nothins happening&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to be honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it aint no other mofucker&lt;br /&gt;Than tell me who the fuck is this guy then&lt;br /&gt;I hear you always with&lt;br /&gt;That just a friend shit I aint buyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you sell it like the truth&lt;br /&gt;No not now don’t start crying&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that wont your girl&lt;br /&gt;Last week you was outta town with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look its too easy to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;Instead you denied it&lt;br /&gt;Even worse I know you full a shit&lt;br /&gt;And you still trying to hide it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry the paperworks in progress&lt;br /&gt;We can put this behind us&lt;br /&gt;But now you wanna come clean&lt;br /&gt;Say you don’t know where your mind went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got lonely when I left&lt;br /&gt;Needed someone to spend your time with&lt;br /&gt;And you only slept wit em once&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that’s too many times bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuck I look like&lt;br /&gt;Holdin on when you let go&lt;br /&gt;And fuck I look like takin you back&lt;br /&gt;I don’t keep trash in my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-6982354451620613833?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/6982354451620613833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/6982354451620613833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/6982354451620613833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirty.html' title='DIRTY'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-4894339044621098845</id><published>2010-01-08T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:13:44.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTEGRITY</title><content type='html'>Integrity&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think yall understand what this is&lt;br /&gt;This is war&lt;br /&gt;And whether we’ll ever see&lt;br /&gt;Our loved ones again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  it’s a lot of yall out there&lt;br /&gt;I could never forgive&lt;br /&gt;And I could never understand&lt;br /&gt;Why yall fuckers did what yall did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably say it was too much&lt;br /&gt;And with it you couldn’t live&lt;br /&gt;But I can see thru the smoke&lt;br /&gt;That’s how I know you a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have never let none of that&lt;br /&gt;Come from between your lips&lt;br /&gt;Cause out here its not murder&lt;br /&gt;Just our desire to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yall out here with a cape on&lt;br /&gt;Clueless as shit&lt;br /&gt;Say you saw the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;And he aint have to do what he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he aint have to go and killem&lt;br /&gt;He coulda letm live&lt;br /&gt;But you must a forgot how many people here&lt;br /&gt;Ed see you dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t care if he was handcuffed&lt;br /&gt;Than shot in his head&lt;br /&gt;All I know is dead bodies &lt;br /&gt;Cant fuck with me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure we make bad calls&lt;br /&gt;But we don’t fold each others hands&lt;br /&gt;Not at war&lt;br /&gt;Cause things gon happen that we’ll never understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Fuck is these people talking bout&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers catchin charges now&lt;br /&gt;Sure we make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But every soldier heres a target now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questioning how we get down&lt;br /&gt;Stand em up we lay em down &lt;br /&gt;All that you can see to do &lt;br /&gt;Ask a million questions now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why’d we shootem why’d he die&lt;br /&gt;Only tried to take our lives&lt;br /&gt;Fuck is we supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;Come to far to let him ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your trying to say we wrong&lt;br /&gt;Everytime somebody dies&lt;br /&gt;I aint trying to let him live&lt;br /&gt;He’ll only try a second time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Fuck is really goin on&lt;br /&gt;Which side is you for&lt;br /&gt;We already getting fucked&lt;br /&gt;And Yall trying to fuck us some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably just to soft&lt;br /&gt;To have ever deployed&lt;br /&gt;Cause yall the last ones squeezing off&lt;br /&gt;When we are payin em forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got too big a conscious&lt;br /&gt;At war with no heart for it&lt;br /&gt;And I feel for those soldiers&lt;br /&gt;That yall have deployed with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime we are poppin off&lt;br /&gt;You got to be for it&lt;br /&gt;We Cant afford to have a mofucker&lt;br /&gt;Writing his own story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is not about right&lt;br /&gt;Its life and what we’ll do for it&lt;br /&gt;But some of yall take for granted&lt;br /&gt;The best option for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure its rules of engagement&lt;br /&gt;But they aint lookin out for you&lt;br /&gt;They’ll see you dead for you can see death&lt;br /&gt;Walking up towards you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at times under the pressure&lt;br /&gt;We push the limit&lt;br /&gt;So next time we see our family&lt;br /&gt;Is not a funeral visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yall ed probably see everything&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit different&lt;br /&gt;That’s why yall handin out charges&lt;br /&gt;And we already been sentenced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is&lt;br /&gt;Everybody cant live&lt;br /&gt;Its not too many fucks left&lt;br /&gt;So we choose the ones we give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are none left out here&lt;br /&gt;We have no more feelin&lt;br /&gt;Specially for a country&lt;br /&gt;That smiles the whole time they trying to kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let yall tell it&lt;br /&gt;Aint nobody here guilty&lt;br /&gt;You  feelin sorry for the same fucker&lt;br /&gt;That ed make you his victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letm live after they shot at you&lt;br /&gt;Me, I’ma killem&lt;br /&gt;Im only trying to make it home&lt;br /&gt;But yall ed paint me the villan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no its never that simple&lt;br /&gt;We are forced to respond&lt;br /&gt;While yall pretend to yourselves&lt;br /&gt;It aint shit goin on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many soldiers yall ed see dead&lt;br /&gt;For yall sing the same song&lt;br /&gt;Me, I took the gloves off&lt;br /&gt;Soon as I saw one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I fuckin with these people&lt;br /&gt;Its too much on the line&lt;br /&gt;But you must be confused&lt;br /&gt;Please, open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it for what its worth&lt;br /&gt;Read inbetween the lines&lt;br /&gt;In this country we are no more than&lt;br /&gt;Sheep amongst lions so we ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-4894339044621098845?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/4894339044621098845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/integrity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4894339044621098845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4894339044621098845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/integrity.html' title='INTEGRITY'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-35164891477700703</id><published>2010-01-08T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:12:40.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKEM</title><content type='html'>Fuckem&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;I hear is momma cryin&lt;br /&gt;But I still scream fuckem&lt;br /&gt;Unload my magazine on this buster&lt;br /&gt;That’s how I say fuckem&lt;br /&gt;You know we don’t trust em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them all lie dead in a dirt bed&lt;br /&gt;With a bullet in his head&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace to all my soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now turn the combinations&lt;br /&gt;To release my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Im fed up with all this&lt;br /&gt;Save the word talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right heres were the fuckem starts&lt;br /&gt;And the piece stops&lt;br /&gt;Fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he aint got no food&lt;br /&gt;Fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he aint got no shoes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I&lt;br /&gt;Got everything to live for&lt;br /&gt;He got nothing to lose…  fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my thoughts are not fair&lt;br /&gt;But im fighting for my country&lt;br /&gt;And I, wonder sometimes&lt;br /&gt;If my country even cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he pull that trigger once&lt;br /&gt;Man he’ll do it again&lt;br /&gt;So when he ran out a bullets put the weapon down&lt;br /&gt;He must a thought the violence was gon end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killem alls what my heart say&lt;br /&gt;So my finger gladly replies&lt;br /&gt;With a 5.56, or a 7.62&lt;br /&gt;Right between his eyes fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 to 55 (what) my bullets don’t discriminate&lt;br /&gt;so if you think that im wrong&lt;br /&gt;get me outta here &lt;br /&gt;you can gladly take my place fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;this is war round here&lt;br /&gt;when we see um fuckem&lt;br /&gt;everybody on the streets&lt;br /&gt;when we see um fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they callin cease fires&lt;br /&gt;but they keep firin fuckem&lt;br /&gt;I got no love for them&lt;br /&gt;Pussy niggaz here fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They trying to see us all dead over here fuckem&lt;br /&gt;But I aint trying to get bled over here fuckem&lt;br /&gt;They even look like they bout to do something&lt;br /&gt;Lay em down put 50 rounds in they stomach fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Started off kinda professional&lt;br /&gt;But now this shit is personal&lt;br /&gt;Niggaz learn when red crosses&lt;br /&gt;And sirens come to they rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its always getting serious&lt;br /&gt;When hot barrels get pointed at you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give a fuck about yalls lives&lt;br /&gt;Now that im guarding mine more careful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat everyday just the like the first day&lt;br /&gt;Examples can be made out you&lt;br /&gt;And any day could be your last day&lt;br /&gt;And experience wont help you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be damned if im scared&lt;br /&gt;Cause me runnin is not an issue&lt;br /&gt;And just think&lt;br /&gt;Somebody at the crib might miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish your wife and children&lt;br /&gt;Wishin For you stepped they woulda kissed you&lt;br /&gt;When all that be said is daddy died&lt;br /&gt;Bein a damn fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance when convoys ride thru&lt;br /&gt;50 cals and 240’s&lt;br /&gt;like 360’s and quarter miles dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its, always getting serious&lt;br /&gt;just thought I would remind you&lt;br /&gt;niggaz thought process delirious&lt;br /&gt;not chancing what the next might do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still don’t think yall hearin&lt;br /&gt;even though yall should find time to&lt;br /&gt;you can love us and never hate us&lt;br /&gt;and that’s the bottom line dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v3&lt;br /&gt;just puttem on the same block with me&lt;br /&gt;im poppin off till all 7&lt;br /&gt; of these magazines is empty&lt;br /&gt;no, they will not get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though they’ve come close to hittin me&lt;br /&gt;so far they missed me&lt;br /&gt;only managed to piss me off&lt;br /&gt;now I react more quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will never lay down&lt;br /&gt;nor will anybody with me&lt;br /&gt;keep my boots laced up&lt;br /&gt;tighter than fuck…  lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we dead in the street&lt;br /&gt;or its time to come home&lt;br /&gt;yeah we don held down the block&lt;br /&gt;4 mofuckers strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we don popped off a few times&lt;br /&gt;new we was dead wrong&lt;br /&gt;wish they’d let god judgem&lt;br /&gt;cause my judgement is off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though I try not to playem&lt;br /&gt;they hand me his role&lt;br /&gt;so in his image I judgem&lt;br /&gt;fuckem they got to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no I aint trying to be they jury&lt;br /&gt;but this is all they’ll give me&lt;br /&gt;so in return all I can givem&lt;br /&gt;is a vcerdict of guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and carry out they sentence of death&lt;br /&gt;for they kill me they self&lt;br /&gt;they trying to dance with the devil&lt;br /&gt;but I only dance by myself…  fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-35164891477700703?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/35164891477700703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuckem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/35164891477700703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/35164891477700703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuckem.html' title='FUCKEM'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-8142643885595242498</id><published>2010-01-08T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:11:32.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATTER OF TIME</title><content type='html'>Matter of time&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Im half way home&lt;br /&gt;But its still a long road to be traveled&lt;br /&gt;And I know at any given moment&lt;br /&gt;Things can go soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From sweet to the streets on fire&lt;br /&gt;Problems unravel&lt;br /&gt;Still holdin my breath&lt;br /&gt;Boots laced for battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a place&lt;br /&gt;Where they would gladly&lt;br /&gt;See me scattered all over they streets&lt;br /&gt;Cause here my life don’t matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thought they smile&lt;br /&gt;Underneath those grins&lt;br /&gt;They only waitin on they next chance&lt;br /&gt;To try to kill me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t be caught thinking out here&lt;br /&gt;That your chances are slim&lt;br /&gt;Cause there are those who have thought it&lt;br /&gt;Who will never think again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we’re alone in this country&lt;br /&gt;140, 000 friends&lt;br /&gt;and some 20 odd million&lt;br /&gt;that ed see us all dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could only imagine our struggle&lt;br /&gt;the odds were against&lt;br /&gt;where they are at all times&lt;br /&gt;playin both sides of the fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thought they havnt gotten me yet&lt;br /&gt;I still aint home&lt;br /&gt;And till then&lt;br /&gt;Its only a matter time till im gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Its only a matter of time For they get me&lt;br /&gt;Though so far they missed me&lt;br /&gt;Next time they shoot in my direction&lt;br /&gt;Could be the one that hits me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the odds is against me&lt;br /&gt;Lucks been wit me so far&lt;br /&gt;I know deaths round the corner&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know how far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I aint trying to hear my #&lt;br /&gt;Though it could be the next one called&lt;br /&gt;Told my family I’d be home&lt;br /&gt;But iraqs trying to prove me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weighs heavy on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I can only be so strong&lt;br /&gt;sure we all gon survive&lt;br /&gt;But we don’t know how long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Started out with 60 minutes&lt;br /&gt;In the game of our lives&lt;br /&gt;And so far thank god&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From bein in the middle of the street&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Where they are baitin they hooks&lt;br /&gt;Castin and hopin I bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its too late&lt;br /&gt;Here to be worried whether or not this is right&lt;br /&gt;When its somebody on every corner&lt;br /&gt;Ready to widow my wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel it more than a lil bit&lt;br /&gt;Impactin my life&lt;br /&gt;Got me wantin to kill everything&lt;br /&gt;That moves into my sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can lose only once&lt;br /&gt;And there are no rematches&lt;br /&gt;And there is no 2 minute warning&lt;br /&gt;cant brace for it happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we face it&lt;br /&gt;and come so close we can taste it&lt;br /&gt;the one trip we take everyday &lt;br /&gt;and hope we never make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause deaths right behind us&lt;br /&gt;and some of us will never shakem&lt;br /&gt;but when we are challenged&lt;br /&gt;we can not refuse to playem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we knuckle the fuck up &lt;br /&gt;and start swinging&lt;br /&gt;know its only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;but right now we are not leavin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v3&lt;br /&gt;look here, im trying to keep it together&lt;br /&gt;but things fall apart&lt;br /&gt;specially when im gon for so long&lt;br /&gt;losin feelin in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desensitized by my surroundings&lt;br /&gt;every colors turning dark&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see nothing beautiful no more&lt;br /&gt;Only targets my reticle marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was emotional then emotionless&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;And though it once killed me to kill&lt;br /&gt;I’d gladly do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could really understand&lt;br /&gt;The state of mind that im in&lt;br /&gt;Only then could you feel me&lt;br /&gt;Only then would I make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I hadn’t a been to &lt;br /&gt;some of the places I had been&lt;br /&gt;If only I wouldn’t a seen what I saw&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could feel again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its too hard to separate&lt;br /&gt;Whats goin on within me&lt;br /&gt;Its just so much easier&lt;br /&gt;To let hate be my remedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for everything im guilty of&lt;br /&gt;Let the lord sentence me&lt;br /&gt;If only I wouldnt a let everything&lt;br /&gt;I been thru get to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things could a been different&lt;br /&gt;But that is not my reality&lt;br /&gt;And either way&lt;br /&gt;Its only a matter of time for im outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-8142643885595242498?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-2182788549827011102</id><published>2010-01-08T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:10:25.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEHIND THE SCREENS</title><content type='html'>Behind the screens&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been around the block&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen whats happening&lt;br /&gt;This is just a game to some of you&lt;br /&gt;Best the rest of us are not laughin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause to me my lifes worth more&lt;br /&gt;Than just part of your fraction&lt;br /&gt;When divided represents&lt;br /&gt;The number of us killed in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I could trust those in charge&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now im laughin&lt;br /&gt;Think its funny how you keep fuckin up&lt;br /&gt;And want me to respect you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the rank on your collar&lt;br /&gt;That don’t mean shit&lt;br /&gt;Even if you got 4 stars on em&lt;br /&gt;You still a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out here like slaves&lt;br /&gt;Fresh of the ship&lt;br /&gt;Where you would see us pick your cotton&lt;br /&gt;And get our ass whipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause right now&lt;br /&gt;That’s whats happenin and yall aint doin shit&lt;br /&gt;But tyin my hands to my ankles&lt;br /&gt;Telling me stop Michael vick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And could you please explain to me&lt;br /&gt;What is hostile intent&lt;br /&gt;And why you gave me a mouthful of water&lt;br /&gt;And complain when I spit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I aint mad im a soldier&lt;br /&gt;Ill kill for my country&lt;br /&gt;Im only pissed&lt;br /&gt;Cause you brought me all the way out here just to fuck me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Behind the screens in this theatre&lt;br /&gt;It’s a whole lot of issues&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a lotta balls dropped&lt;br /&gt;That eventually kill us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some&lt;br /&gt;That’s the reason that yalls familys now miss you&lt;br /&gt;All cause one mofuckers out here&lt;br /&gt;Playin with continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this game has no restarts&lt;br /&gt;Soon as death comes to get you&lt;br /&gt;Aint no cheat codes for life here&lt;br /&gt;Just the one god gives you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they got us out here like naw&lt;br /&gt;Death wont get you&lt;br /&gt;But explain that to the families&lt;br /&gt;Of the soldiers lives yall ruined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Yall cant have a clue of &lt;br /&gt;The fuck yall doin&lt;br /&gt;As many soldiers lives&lt;br /&gt;As your decisions have ruined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got us out here getting fucked up&lt;br /&gt;That’s all we doin&lt;br /&gt;While yall fly around with yalls cape on&lt;br /&gt;Pretendin yall not stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve seen too many car bombs&lt;br /&gt;We are not allowed to shoot at&lt;br /&gt;Come from the rear of a convoy&lt;br /&gt;Now how the fuck we letm do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t no car ride that close&lt;br /&gt;If at all times im authorized&lt;br /&gt;To exercise my bolt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been thru yalls AO&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen how yall work it&lt;br /&gt;Tahoe or suburban&lt;br /&gt;For every civilian there workin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its too much&lt;br /&gt;For an 1114 here am I not worth it&lt;br /&gt;Or is it ok to send me to war&lt;br /&gt;With something that’s not workin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yall rewardin this country&lt;br /&gt;Though the violence aint stopped&lt;br /&gt;Feedin the same fuckers killen us&lt;br /&gt;And that’s pissin me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I aint come here to be no target&lt;br /&gt;But that’s what you make me&lt;br /&gt;And im just wonderin when yall gone let me&lt;br /&gt;Take this weapon off safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;Probably should of kept this to myself&lt;br /&gt;But my conscious wont see it&lt;br /&gt;So I can pull no punches&lt;br /&gt;I can only tell it how I see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything from my perspective&lt;br /&gt;Is definitely warped&lt;br /&gt;And why the fuck we train soldiers&lt;br /&gt;To let politicians fight wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the medias gon be here&lt;br /&gt;Letme see the truth&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask soldiers to pose&lt;br /&gt;And pretend wars cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuckem if they don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;The job we are here to do&lt;br /&gt;This is war and people will die&lt;br /&gt;Innocent ones to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only reason we are here&lt;br /&gt;Is cause diplomacy failed&lt;br /&gt;And to the day we redeployed&lt;br /&gt;We should have unleashed hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yall talk a lot more shit&lt;br /&gt;Than yall would ever commit&lt;br /&gt;Telling me wave and be nice&lt;br /&gt;Shit im trying to grab my dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walk this country like im god&lt;br /&gt;Instead you made me a bitch&lt;br /&gt;And now this country think im soft&lt;br /&gt;And they are killin us quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you gotta see this is broke&lt;br /&gt;Then why the fuck it aint fixed&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’d a never left home&lt;br /&gt;If you’d a told me you was cutting my wrists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-2182788549827011102?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/2182788549827011102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/behind-screens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/2182788549827011102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/2182788549827011102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/behind-screens.html' title='BEHIND THE SCREENS'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-439875159750157717</id><published>2010-01-08T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:09:31.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ANTHEM</title><content type='html'>The anthem&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Givem all that I got&lt;br /&gt;For they break me for what im worth&lt;br /&gt;I know the odds are with the house&lt;br /&gt;But at this moment its in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why would it hurt&lt;br /&gt;If I was to put it all on the table&lt;br /&gt;5.56 on my chips man&lt;br /&gt;read it across the label&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stable then a tre&lt;br /&gt;but I call it a mag&lt;br /&gt;and double down on anything&lt;br /&gt;because my hand aint that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they want me survellienced and tagged&lt;br /&gt;cause I know that they scared of me&lt;br /&gt;what im dealt is always killer&lt;br /&gt;so every round they change dealers on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakem down for the loot&lt;br /&gt;cause they think that I wont shoot&lt;br /&gt;now its all about the pride&lt;br /&gt;and how I lace up my boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;focused on revenge&lt;br /&gt;because they made it that way&lt;br /&gt;and all hands get a chance&lt;br /&gt;cause I don’t bluff I play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geneva made the rules&lt;br /&gt;Of the house from the start&lt;br /&gt;But look I got something for that&lt;br /&gt;Look ima start switchin cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a force to be recogned with &lt;br /&gt;Ask Allah to PM&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll cash in my chips&lt;br /&gt;For your ticket to go meetum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;This here the soldiers anthem&lt;br /&gt;For our country we stand strong&lt;br /&gt;Though our lease on life is short&lt;br /&gt;You see we may not live that long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understand the odds&lt;br /&gt;But play every hand like its 21&lt;br /&gt;Gamble our lives everytime&lt;br /&gt;Knowin every hand cant be won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;We on the streets like it’s a table in vegas&lt;br /&gt;Know the house run it&lt;br /&gt;But we still trying to break the bank&lt;br /&gt;Layin bullets down like hundreds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No attention to the odds&lt;br /&gt;Though we know bein broke is upon us&lt;br /&gt;We only place bigger bets&lt;br /&gt;Cause we can feel 13 comin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lifes out of our hands&lt;br /&gt;Adrenalines pumpin&lt;br /&gt;And though our cards tell us fold&lt;br /&gt;We know we can bluffem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got too much on the line here&lt;br /&gt;To lay down and not do nothing&lt;br /&gt;So we commit and hope we are&lt;br /&gt;Never forced to cut our losses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Split 2 bitches wishin 2 niggaz&lt;br /&gt;Ed hop up on em&lt;br /&gt;Playin our hand so dirty &lt;br /&gt;That we cannot washem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the house ready to fold&lt;br /&gt;They like somebody stoppem&lt;br /&gt;Its to the point now&lt;br /&gt;Everytime them dice roll they will not watchem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Force the odds in my favor&lt;br /&gt;Variables become constant&lt;br /&gt;And I will not lose&lt;br /&gt;That’s just how bad I want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put everything I own on it&lt;br /&gt;Even my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause I aint leavin here not knowing&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not I really tried to breakem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Though they trying to hide it they shakin&lt;br /&gt;And they don’t wanna deal no more&lt;br /&gt;I got they confidence waivering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its too late&lt;br /&gt;And though I know the dice are loaded still playem&lt;br /&gt;Cause I aint layin down regardless of odds&lt;br /&gt;Yall got to break me standin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-439875159750157717?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/439875159750157717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/anthem.html#comment-form' 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hours&lt;br /&gt;v1&lt;br /&gt;everybody’s responsible&lt;br /&gt;its no more outs&lt;br /&gt;withhold information&lt;br /&gt;taste this is your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel for this nation&lt;br /&gt;Nor give fucks about em&lt;br /&gt;They shoot from a mosque&lt;br /&gt;Then im blowinem out it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sympathy here&lt;br /&gt; behind it they hide&lt;br /&gt;now either they calm down&lt;br /&gt;or everyone dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no inbetween &lt;br /&gt;no neutral sides&lt;br /&gt;so when coax is flyin&lt;br /&gt;please, don’t ask me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we kick in your door&lt;br /&gt;there is no alibi&lt;br /&gt;everybody is guilty&lt;br /&gt;till proved otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause they know when to close&lt;br /&gt;and open they eyes&lt;br /&gt;and they know when to run&lt;br /&gt;for the enemy rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at times&lt;br /&gt;they women be right by they side&lt;br /&gt;with they kids in the street&lt;br /&gt;lighting tires on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless of sex or age&lt;br /&gt;I will retire them&lt;br /&gt;In 24 hours this place&lt;br /&gt;El be fine again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Know im askin a lot&lt;br /&gt;But please give me this one thing&lt;br /&gt;And in one day I promise&lt;br /&gt;A million things el change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problems&lt;br /&gt;I swear they’d throw in they towel&lt;br /&gt;Just give me this country&lt;br /&gt;For 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Ied’s in the street&lt;br /&gt;Look who’s shop they in front of&lt;br /&gt;Burn his shit to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Cause he gotta know something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Population of millions&lt;br /&gt;But no one knows nothing&lt;br /&gt;Line em up till they talk&lt;br /&gt;If they wont talk fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tune el change&lt;br /&gt;When you kill enough of em&lt;br /&gt;Police they own shit&lt;br /&gt;And we will not fuck with em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or we&lt;br /&gt;Reach out and touchem&lt;br /&gt;So speak out against it&lt;br /&gt;Or be part of the problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I’d hold everyone liable&lt;br /&gt;There is no exception&lt;br /&gt;Specially when you&lt;br /&gt;Lie for em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They run your streets&lt;br /&gt;And I will let you die for em&lt;br /&gt;Heat round thru the door&lt;br /&gt;Of the house that they hidin in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck who or whats around&lt;br /&gt;Nothings collateral&lt;br /&gt;Damage was done when you&lt;br /&gt;Let em live round you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep launchin mortars&lt;br /&gt;Artillery pounds you&lt;br /&gt;For 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;Till we force the peace outta you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-1927609545510455250?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/1927609545510455250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/24-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1927609545510455250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1927609545510455250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/24-hours.html' title='24 HOURS'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-3202176871025218086</id><published>2010-01-08T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:55:42.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLDIN' MY BREATH</title><content type='html'>Holdin my breath&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;I hold my tears till im underwater&lt;br /&gt;So yall don’t never see me cryin&lt;br /&gt;Holdin my breath till I can resurface&lt;br /&gt;But I can feel myself dyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too long without oxygen in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im tired&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time for me to breathe easy&lt;br /&gt;But I could never let you see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give in to bein underfire&lt;br /&gt;No matter how short I breathe I get&lt;br /&gt;Cause to let it show is to let you know&lt;br /&gt;At times how weak I really get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im trying to be strong for the both of us&lt;br /&gt;Hold on for the both of us&lt;br /&gt;But how long can I hold by breathe&lt;br /&gt;For the both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too much on my shoulders here&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant cope with it&lt;br /&gt;Knowin deaths round the corner&lt;br /&gt;And im standin so close to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im supposed to show no emotion&lt;br /&gt;But its getting harder to focus&lt;br /&gt;Cause the reality of my life here&lt;br /&gt;Is that I have no control of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the need to come up for air&lt;br /&gt;But with you there I must hold it&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I know how close I come everyday&lt;br /&gt;But I could never let you know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too much for you to feel my pain&lt;br /&gt;So I send you all smiles&lt;br /&gt;Holdin my breathe telling you its alright&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is im drownin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Sample is saying “holdin my breath for you”&lt;br /&gt;“so you never see me crying”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2&lt;br /&gt;this is so close to bein over&lt;br /&gt;but we aint left here yet&lt;br /&gt;and its been rainin the whole time&lt;br /&gt;but I managed to never get wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while those around me soaked&lt;br /&gt;from the moment the first convoy left&lt;br /&gt;but who knows cause the way things goin&lt;br /&gt;any day now I could be next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I aint trying to see yall back home&lt;br /&gt;with my problems on your chest&lt;br /&gt;so the truth evolves into what I think you need to hear&lt;br /&gt;just to relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for you im always at my best&lt;br /&gt;I continue to see clearly&lt;br /&gt;But I could never lie to myself&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is im more than a little worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that part of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Stays closed when im on the phone with my family&lt;br /&gt;How can I expect them to handle something&lt;br /&gt;Im havin a hard time handling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as strong as I may be&lt;br /&gt;Can carry this weight forever&lt;br /&gt;Cause im fallin apart underneath it&lt;br /&gt;Trying to piece myself back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopin for the best&lt;br /&gt;But at times the worst seems to get the better of me&lt;br /&gt;So its everything I got not to let you see&lt;br /&gt;Whats really troubling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can feel my lungs under pressure&lt;br /&gt;And they are beggin me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;But I cant, not with you standin there&lt;br /&gt;So I hold my breath till you leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-3202176871025218086?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/3202176871025218086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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the battleground&lt;br /&gt;if its in your heart when it sparks&lt;br /&gt;act according now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the object man slaughter now&lt;br /&gt;the order shut these fools down&lt;br /&gt;the target, anything movin&lt;br /&gt;women and children catchin slugs now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no love so don’t come around&lt;br /&gt;run for the border now&lt;br /&gt;headshots are the standard&lt;br /&gt;got no time for no second rounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down from the start to finish&lt;br /&gt;niggaz talk it but I live it&lt;br /&gt;true to the heart though its hard&lt;br /&gt;im still up in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;business is my personal&lt;br /&gt;pain if I touch a few&lt;br /&gt;fuck your life my nig&lt;br /&gt;and look here, take it personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;I keep my boots laced tight as fuck&lt;br /&gt;In god I trust&lt;br /&gt;These mofuckers cant be stupid enough&lt;br /&gt;Not to throw they truce up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fuckem, No this is not love&lt;br /&gt;This is death bout to touchem&lt;br /&gt;This is anything movin&lt;br /&gt;Becoming the new focus of my weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is with each breath I take in&lt;br /&gt;Bein the last one they takin&lt;br /&gt;This is me askin gods forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;For all the souls at his gate waitin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the clothes we left on lifeless bodies&lt;br /&gt;White flags could a saved em&lt;br /&gt;But they refuse to chose to waivem&lt;br /&gt;So I refuse not to sprayem, fuckem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why they stay&lt;br /&gt;With they face to the pavement prayin&lt;br /&gt;To god they don’t get weighed in&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are not playin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on top of this foodchain&lt;br /&gt;And they could never evolve past us&lt;br /&gt;And though we’d see this solved peacefully&lt;br /&gt;They mistakenly come after us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they never seem to be able to handle&lt;br /&gt;The repercussions afterwards&lt;br /&gt;When the dust settles and they finally realize&lt;br /&gt;They should have been pacifists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its too late to switch&lt;br /&gt;After this full metal jacket grabs em&lt;br /&gt;Look we toldem this was war&lt;br /&gt;And we toldem we get at em&lt;br /&gt;This is war…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;I don been to war in all seasons&lt;br /&gt;Gave a whole  new meanin to block bleedin&lt;br /&gt;I done seen some of the hardest cats shot&lt;br /&gt;On the ground screamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercising these demons&lt;br /&gt;From the souls of my enemies&lt;br /&gt;My mouth never moves&lt;br /&gt;But my finger moves repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casket closed friend or foe&lt;br /&gt;When its my time I’ll never know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t catch bullets always&lt;br /&gt;let my bullets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squeeze till its nothing left&lt;br /&gt;protect my buddy protect my self&lt;br /&gt;gotta make it home so i&lt;br /&gt;fight till my last breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind these fucked up rules&lt;br /&gt;if he can breakem so can you&lt;br /&gt;if he talk shit best believe&lt;br /&gt;that im gone killem fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dead man cant talk&lt;br /&gt;fuckem is what im talking about&lt;br /&gt;only story getting told&lt;br /&gt;is the story comin out my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its war, aint no rules here&lt;br /&gt;my enemies made that real clear&lt;br /&gt;explosives under the street&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that I’m fearin here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to make my first mistake&lt;br /&gt;be on point wit each chance I take&lt;br /&gt;gotta stay focused just to&lt;br /&gt;make it to the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are open never shut&lt;br /&gt;holdin a weapon blowem up&lt;br /&gt;when my boots are laced up&lt;br /&gt;best believe im not given a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m givin all my rounds away&lt;br /&gt;Hell naw I aint stingy bro&lt;br /&gt;He can takem all or he better&lt;br /&gt;Throw his truce up, its war&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-4564092720892382523?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/4564092720892382523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/lace-your-boots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4564092720892382523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4564092720892382523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/lace-your-boots.html' title='LACE YOUR BOOTS'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-1160772803091174543</id><published>2010-01-08T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:54:58.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE FROM IRAQ</title><content type='html'>Live from iraq&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Every days like a gamble here&lt;br /&gt;This is no joke&lt;br /&gt;This is live from iraq&lt;br /&gt;Where were prayin we make it home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True gutter for you fuckers&lt;br /&gt;Think its gutter where you from&lt;br /&gt;Here its life by the second&lt;br /&gt;This is everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not your beef on the block&lt;br /&gt;No its not that simple&lt;br /&gt;Here its more than gunfire&lt;br /&gt;They shootin rockets and missiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is up armor kits&lt;br /&gt;And bulletproof windows&lt;br /&gt;We sleep with body armor blankets&lt;br /&gt;And Kevlar pillows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a country&lt;br /&gt;Where when anybodys talking they lyin&lt;br /&gt;And wherever there is a soldier&lt;br /&gt;There is schrapnel flyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59 of us april 4th&lt;br /&gt;8 of us dyin&lt;br /&gt;this is your thug turnt punk&lt;br /&gt;this is grown men crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bombs in the street&lt;br /&gt;Blowin up when I drive buyem&lt;br /&gt;Or its rpg’s launched at me&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true definition of goin hard&lt;br /&gt;No games&lt;br /&gt;This is hundreds of bodies&lt;br /&gt;In the streets when we bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is live from iraq&lt;br /&gt;Home of too many soldiers graves&lt;br /&gt;Where for our country&lt;br /&gt;We gamble with our lives everyday&lt;br /&gt;And there are no blue skies here&lt;br /&gt;Every colors gray&lt;br /&gt;This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved&lt;br /&gt;And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay&lt;br /&gt;While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed&lt;br /&gt;And every convoy that rides out&lt;br /&gt;Constantly getting sprayed&lt;br /&gt;But we don’t fold hands&lt;br /&gt;The cards we are dealt get played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;This is&lt;br /&gt;Nights wit no supper man&lt;br /&gt;Home aint promised man&lt;br /&gt;Long journeys qualified&lt;br /&gt;Hell from a promise land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams feel real but not as real&lt;br /&gt;As tomorrow man&lt;br /&gt;Wish life was like contra&lt;br /&gt;Than life then I could borrow man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No instant replays&lt;br /&gt;No highlights any days&lt;br /&gt;When balls get dropped&lt;br /&gt;You cant challenge the play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the wrath of equipment&lt;br /&gt;No refs to stop the clippin&lt;br /&gt;This no timeouts casue father time&lt;br /&gt;Is still ticken, this is yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future in the air&lt;br /&gt;Pain sculpted in stone&lt;br /&gt;Families sheddin tears&lt;br /&gt;Cause they sons aint comin home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more than a gamble&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll give you the truth&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of lives lost&lt;br /&gt;Over a scandal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning more than a cheek&lt;br /&gt;Warm hearts turn cold&lt;br /&gt;Higher people in command&lt;br /&gt;Planning wit no type of goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your own exposed&lt;br /&gt;Media cast and the scoop&lt;br /&gt;Covered over the answers&lt;br /&gt;Cause you cant handle the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is live from iraq&lt;br /&gt;Home of too many soldiers graves&lt;br /&gt;Where for our country&lt;br /&gt;We gamble with our lives everyday&lt;br /&gt;And there are no blue skies here&lt;br /&gt;Every colors gray&lt;br /&gt;This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved&lt;br /&gt;And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay&lt;br /&gt;While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed&lt;br /&gt;And every convoy that rides out&lt;br /&gt;Constantly getting sprayed&lt;br /&gt;But we don’t fold hands&lt;br /&gt;The cards we are dealt get played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;For some this is the answer&lt;br /&gt;To a whole lot of issues&lt;br /&gt;Sure its politics back home&lt;br /&gt;Here its bullets thru our tissue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is trying to draw contact&lt;br /&gt;Hopin they miss you&lt;br /&gt;This is one mortar round from&lt;br /&gt;Bein over no continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing yall been thru&lt;br /&gt;Yall aint seen shit&lt;br /&gt;And this is not whats on the news&lt;br /&gt;What really happens aint printed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your one mistake&lt;br /&gt;Bein everbody elses business&lt;br /&gt;Whether they see their family&lt;br /&gt;Or its funeral home visits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 150 degrees&lt;br /&gt;3 months out of the fiscal&lt;br /&gt;250 g’s when that ied hits you&lt;br /&gt;this is 60 miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;thru ambush zones&lt;br /&gt;this is dead animals with&lt;br /&gt;explosive devices on em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the home of direct fire&lt;br /&gt;where everybodys a target&lt;br /&gt;when you find out some people aint hard&lt;br /&gt;they just talk shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely nothing pretty&lt;br /&gt;this is no picnic&lt;br /&gt;this is trying to hold fire&lt;br /&gt;without burnin your fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is live from iraq&lt;br /&gt;Home of too many soldiers graves&lt;br /&gt;Where for our country&lt;br /&gt;We gamble with our lives everyday&lt;br /&gt;And there are no blue skies here&lt;br /&gt;Every colors gray&lt;br /&gt;This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved&lt;br /&gt;And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay&lt;br /&gt;While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed&lt;br /&gt;And every convoy that rides out&lt;br /&gt;Constantly getting sprayed&lt;br /&gt;But we don’t fold hands&lt;br /&gt;The cards we are dealt get played&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-1160772803091174543?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/1160772803091174543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-from-iraq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1160772803091174543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/1160772803091174543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-from-iraq.html' title='LIVE FROM IRAQ'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-8010269662069034493</id><published>2010-01-08T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:54:37.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DEPLOYMENT</title><content type='html'>The deployment&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;its only 3 months out&lt;br /&gt;And I still cant believe im leavin&lt;br /&gt;Out here on the railhead sweatin&lt;br /&gt;Loadin these trains on the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the first time ever&lt;br /&gt;Its startin to sink in&lt;br /&gt;How far were fittin to fly away&lt;br /&gt;And my family, might not ever see em again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this year could turn to forever&lt;br /&gt;Where we’re headed&lt;br /&gt;Plus what to expect I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;So for anything im ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin not to see the stress building&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of my family&lt;br /&gt;But everyday is more weight forem&lt;br /&gt;And its getting so heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They collapsing under the pressure&lt;br /&gt;Of the situation we all facin&lt;br /&gt;Me im trying to remain calm forem&lt;br /&gt;Though inside my hearts racin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the worst on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Though these thoughts I try to replacem&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t even know if im comin home&lt;br /&gt;But I tellem… im gon make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours before my flight now&lt;br /&gt;tears forming on our faces&lt;br /&gt;and for these last few hours&lt;br /&gt;reality can no longer escape us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told ourselves this wont happenin&lt;br /&gt;now its happening and we cant change it&lt;br /&gt;so in these last minutes we say bye&lt;br /&gt;to say hi a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Look I was madder then a motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;Sadder then a motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;3 days before my exit&lt;br /&gt;I guess im trapped up in this fucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a&lt;br /&gt;Future unknown and I say damn I really hate it&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know if I was to die today they’d&lt;br /&gt;Go find myself a replacement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave me more of a reason&lt;br /&gt;To ask god and myself why&lt;br /&gt;But I was saved by my manhood&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in tact didn’t let me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me more of a man&lt;br /&gt;Knowin the normal couldn’t hack it&lt;br /&gt;Feelin like im Jordan or something&lt;br /&gt;Risin above and beyond the fuckin average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipped with anger for any stranger&lt;br /&gt;That tags along thru my journey&lt;br /&gt;No goodbyes to my family&lt;br /&gt;Addin pages to lifes story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and surely&lt;br /&gt;Closing up all unfinished business&lt;br /&gt;Dead all my affairs to the rear&lt;br /&gt;Cause my social life now is finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with god as my witness&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one that’s goin thru it&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause my comrades is goin thru it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addin gas to the flame&lt;br /&gt;Knowin life it isn’t fair&lt;br /&gt;But really pissed me off the most&lt;br /&gt;Is half my country didn’t even care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my&lt;br /&gt;Family goodbye its time to load these planes&lt;br /&gt;4 duffel bags for the next year&lt;br /&gt;all I got to my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 4 changes a clothes&lt;br /&gt;and every outfit looks the same&lt;br /&gt;got this rifle slung on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;with 7 loaded magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way over to the last place&lt;br /&gt;I ever thought I’d see&lt;br /&gt;Where they tell me its millions of people&lt;br /&gt;That need me to set em free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in exchange for they freedom&lt;br /&gt;I put my own life on freeze&lt;br /&gt;And leave everything I love&lt;br /&gt;To board this plane for overseas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowin some of us wont make it back&lt;br /&gt;But that’s the gamble we take, And we handle it&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are soldiers&lt;br /&gt;And we play the cards we are handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However they fall, Let fate call it&lt;br /&gt;Cause for war there is no planning&lt;br /&gt;And some of the things that’s gon happen here&lt;br /&gt;Yall will never understand them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just remember&lt;br /&gt;This is not you here standin&lt;br /&gt;And while were gon pray for each one of us&lt;br /&gt;Like we were part of your familiy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever fate we are handed&lt;br /&gt;Know we took it like champions&lt;br /&gt;And for those of us who will fall&lt;br /&gt;Never let our memory be abandoned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-8010269662069034493?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/8010269662069034493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/deployment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/8010269662069034493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/8010269662069034493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2010/01/deployment.html' title='THE DEPLOYMENT'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-8620268051105852888</id><published>2009-06-28T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:59:58.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afghanistan</title><content type='html'>You know what...  fuck these generals and their NEW RULES.  How the hell can you win a war that your refusing to fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PROBLEM&lt;br /&gt;The top general in Afghanistan just made up some new rule that says soldiers are no longer allowed to fight near the homes of Afghan civilians in hopes of reducing the number of civilians killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they teach strategy classes at these officer schools???  This new rule has to be a joke.  It's a joke right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if this new rule is not a joke...  this war is over and our enemy has won.  Because all the enemy has to do now  is move into populated areas and sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's up to the civilians to get rid of them...  but if the civilians are so afraid of dying...  they won't do shit.  Which means anytime we come into these populated areas to get rid of the bad people for them...  all the bad people have to do is start shooting...  and we'll be forced to break contact and withdraw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal...  If the people we are supposed to be freeing are not willing to die for their own freedom...  Then I am no longer willing to die for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your not prepared for "civilian" deaths...  then you have no business going to war.  The two have and will always be synonymous with each other.  What the fuck did people think was going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO's TO BLAME&lt;br /&gt;People.   How is it that gansta rappers can take over popular culture and make millions and millions of dollars talking about fuckin' bitches, doing whatever it takes to make money, sellin' drugs, killing people, etc. and it's all good...   but when it's time for the shit to really hit the fan we act so repulsed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how is it that we love violence on television and in movies, and praise our favorite stars for playing such stellar roles... but when it comes time for the "real" stars to take their places on the battlefield...  everybody wants to act so disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse, we cried our eyes out on September 11th... and then cried some more when they flew a plan near the statue of liberty for a photo shoot (shortly after Obama became president)...  thinking it was 911 all over again.  All them tears for nothing though...  cause a soldier still can't do his fucking job.  Guess them terrorists  need to attack us a couple more times before you get the picture.  Jesus Christ you all are fucking idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, soldiers kill people and blow shit up.  If we are not going to let them kill people and blow shit up...  then it's time to bring them home.  Because if your not asking them to go kill, your asking them to just die.  And that is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you all.  From the generals who make these horrible decisions to the people that create the environment in which these decisions are made.  I hope your fucking happy...  because all you pussy's have done is made targets out of our soldiers...  and though soldiers are no strangers to being targets...  you've just made it impossible for them to do their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might as well have put a bullet through their heads yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what kind of deals Hamid Karzai and the Taliban are making under the table.  And why the fuck America is under that same table making it with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to free the world.  AI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-8620268051105852888?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/8620268051105852888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/06/afghanistan.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/8620268051105852888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/8620268051105852888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/06/afghanistan.html' title='Afghanistan'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-5157420115160913257</id><published>2009-06-28T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:46:58.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iRAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SkgNKarQdSI/AAAAAAAAALo/KELb90y9PRk/s1600-h/IranMap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SkgNKarQdSI/AAAAAAAAALo/KELb90y9PRk/s320/IranMap.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352542629740442914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't pretend to know whether or not Abedinejad won the election.  But this comment is not about Abedinejad or the election itself...  nor is it about the people who took to the streets.  I commend anyone for standing up for what they believe is right and applaud them for their efforts.  But, I would like to take this oppurtunity to address their leaders.  You know, the guys who lost the election...  the ones that are encouraging the people to go out and protest (die, get beat up, locked up, etc).  The ones who somewhere along the lines decided that they were more important then their own message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't they out there in the streets leading their people?  How is it that these leaders would ask their supporters to protest while the leaders themselves remain behind the comfort and safety of closed doors?  This ain't leadership at all.  It's just more of the same bullshit.  Business as usual...  where somebody wants something and needs people to get it...  willing to lead people to slaughter on behalf of his selfish ass cause, but, never himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same shit all over the world...  Iran is just the most current example of this phenomenon in action.   And, the fact that this is happening now is something that we (people of the world) should all take from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the real leaders?  The ones that lead from the front, and are willing to sacrifice their own lives on behalf of the people they lead.  The ones that lead for the good of all people...  and not just themselves.  The ones that would ask for no more then they were prepared to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that will bring about true change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-5157420115160913257?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/5157420115160913257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/06/iran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5157420115160913257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/5157420115160913257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/06/iran.html' title='iRAN'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SkgNKarQdSI/AAAAAAAAALo/KELb90y9PRk/s72-c/IranMap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-4520631458067165075</id><published>2009-03-24T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:06:48.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AI: Economic Collapse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SciRGil4HxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/z6E6VY2WXuc/s1600-h/toiletpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SciRGil4HxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/z6E6VY2WXuc/s400/toiletpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316658901661785874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up PEOPLE!!!  Only thing happening right now is that we are  finally realizing that we are  NOT rich.  We've been living beyond our means for years trying to keep up with the Joneses.  All because we thought the Joneses were who we needed to be.  And guess what?  The Joneses made millions and billions off of us.  When we couldn't afford it...  they gave us credit...  when we didn't have credit they implemented super creative strategies to get us the credit.  And when we couldn't get credit...  They said "FUCK OFF".  These folks have been flawless in their execution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between them and us though, is that they can put their businesses in debt and still profit.  We unfortunately don't have that luxury.  And that's basically what's been happening.  They have taken all our money...  put it in their pocket...  and ran their companies into the ground.  If you don't believe me, ask former GM CEO Rick Wagoner about his $20 million dollar retirement plan.  And before you ask him about that, ask him about how much he's earned at GM over the years.  Ask the folks over at AIG the same thing (shit ask anybody in that top 5% of America's wealthiest).  As a matter of fact, somebody needs to explain to me how a company can even afford to pay these salaries and benefits when they are taking losses in the first place.  And, why they are allowed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tables need to turn is what needs to happen...  Instead of paying these top executives millions...  we need to salary cap their ass...  and start using the rest of that money to keep hard working american's afloat.  EXAMPLE.  If they have $20 million dollars to pay Rick Wagoner, then they need to take that money (not give it to him) and pay 400 employees they are going to lay off $50,000.  And they need to do that across the board.  They need to look at all of these executives in that top 5% (over $250k a year) and deduct from their salaries to help transition the folks they are laying off.  How is one mans pockets worth the lives of 400?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if our tax dollars are going into these companies.  Taking our tax dollars to pay these fuckers these exorbitant salaries is a smack in the face.  And instead of helping the rich get richer, we need to help those whom this situation stands to make poor.  But, if our tax dollars must go to bail these fuckers out...  taxpayers should at least see a dividend check on top of that money being paid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, rich folks el complain their getting poorer too...  but I'm not so worried about a crack head mother as much as I am her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we need to look across the board into healthcare and other areas of concern (because there is a lot more fucked up then just our financial instituition).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system just needs a complete overhaul/ re-design.  That, and I keep hearing about how so many people "care"... I especially love the adds featuring movie stars, professional athletes, and other millionaire icons talking about how much they "care" about whatever they're trying to raise money for...  asking me for my money so they can continue to sit on theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people don't know the first thing about caring (unless they mean themselves)...  cause I'd give my last breath for something or someone I cared about.  So these other millionaires telling me they "care" yet are still millionaires have made themselves very clear.  Actions speak louder then words...  But obviously, we have let these people talk circles around us.  And "caring" has become the new billion dollar slogan.  Just another way to drain money out of the consumer.  "Oh, the NBA cares...".  And now I feel better about buying all that "official" merchandise, expensive ass concessions, and tickets...  All so these fuckers can get RICHER.  Then you want to complain about government not doing enough...  well, there went 1.5 Billion in NBA player salaries for the year (if the team payrolls were only $50 million each...  which they are not...  they're more). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we fail to realize is that we have made all of these people rich...  the bankers, the executives, etc.  If we didn't give them our money, they wouldn't be worth shit.  And now that we are in trouble...  look at'em...  they just watch as our ship sinks slowly into the sea.  This is nothing new though...  This is the way it's always been.  And over the years...  nothings really changed.  Yeah, it starts out as change...  but as soon as the money changes hands...  it's "business as usual".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've given everything to the point where we have nothing left to give.  Those we've given it to have cut bait and run.  Yes, this is the thanks we get.  Fired, foreclosed on, left out in the cold.  And for those who have yet to feel that chilling breeze, they ain't gon do shit for you...  cause they're too busy worrying about themselves...  hoping they don't end up like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, crossing our fingers IS NOT enough...  And no, I'm not talking about a redistribution of wealth, taking from the rich and giving to the poor.  But what I am talking about is making sure that we don't give those fuckers another dime.  And that we begin to spend our money more wisely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support those who will support us back.  And, in this time of crisis it's too easy to see that the people we've been supporting...  don't give a fuck about us at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-4520631458067165075?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/4520631458067165075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/03/ai-economic-collapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4520631458067165075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4520631458067165075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/03/ai-economic-collapse.html' title='AI: Economic Collapse'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SciRGil4HxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/z6E6VY2WXuc/s72-c/toiletpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-4298255957714750098</id><published>2009-03-04T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:53:36.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Source Article "Hip Hop's Reaction..."</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the magazine shop to pick up the March issue of 'The Source' expecting to see how the article came out...  But, the article has yet to be published.  Not exactly sure if and when it will even be published (that's just the nature of the business).  Oh well, at least the promo was hot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you bought the magazine expecting to read the article...  you should protest and send me a youtube or google video link to you burning this months issue (so i can put it up on 425tv).  I would do it myself, but I looked through the magazine before I bought it, didn't see the article, didn't buy it...  and, I'm not going to waste my money buying one just to burn it.  However, if you've already wasted the money...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-4298255957714750098?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/4298255957714750098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/03/source-article-hip-hops-reaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4298255957714750098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4298255957714750098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/03/source-article-hip-hops-reaction.html' title='The Source Article &quot;Hip Hop&apos;s Reaction...&quot;'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-987620399524895661</id><published>2009-03-03T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:34:45.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>War's Resume</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anywhere, Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Conflict Resolution Specialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insightful, result-driven Conflict Resolution professional with notable success claiming the lives of millions and destroying the lives of millions more.  Inability to distinguish between right, wrong, who lives, dies, or why.  Does not concede to any moral or ethical standard nor allow opinion or emotion to interfere in the overall implementation of solutions in support of business objectives.  Experienced in the resolution of matters, via force of arms, between nations or between parties within a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Areas of Expertise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Consumption of life     &lt;br /&gt;•    Destruction of social infrastructure&lt;br /&gt;•    Atrocity                &lt;br /&gt;•    Obliteration across all levels&lt;br /&gt;•    Collateral damage       &lt;br /&gt;•    The rise and fall of nations, empires, etc.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Experience Highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Technological Development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since first recruited thousands of years ago to resolve disputes amongst man, my work is directly responsible for the development from more primitive to sophisticated weapons as well as a variety of constantly evolving weapons systems and platforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Platforms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Nuclear, Chemical, Biological, Incendiary, Explosive, Firearms, Artillery, Missiles, Rockets, Smart, Energy, Magnetic, Antimatter (theoretical at this point, but definitely in the works), Psychological and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Implementations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More consistent and effective destruction of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Professional Experience    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would argue the accuracy of these numbers, but they are definitely in the ballpark.  For more information on my professional experience please visit &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War#History_of_war"&gt;wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt;  ‘List of wars by death toll’ as a starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World War II (1939–1945)&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;50,000,000–72,000,000 DEAD&lt;br /&gt;25,000,000 military&lt;br /&gt;47,000,000 civilians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Shi Rebellion (China, 755–763)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36,000,000 DEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mongol Conquests (13th century)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30,000,000–60,000,000 DEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manchu conquest of Ming China (1616–1662)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25,000,000 DEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World War I (1914–1918)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16,000,000 DEAD&lt;br /&gt;9,700,000 military&lt;br /&gt;6,800,000 civilians&lt;br /&gt;21,000,000 WOUNDED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Education &amp;amp; Credentials    _______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not learn, I teach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-987620399524895661?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/987620399524895661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/03/wars-resume.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/987620399524895661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/987620399524895661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/03/wars-resume.html' title='War&apos;s Resume'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-4586032298034431491</id><published>2009-02-28T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T03:32:23.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great White Shark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SajyU-Hjg5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/FZIzA6lNWVI/s1600-h/GreatWhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SajyU-Hjg5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/FZIzA6lNWVI/s400/GreatWhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307758602942120850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done watching a show on PBS about the Monterey Bay Aquarium in California.  Apparently no one has ever been able to keep a great white shark in captivity for more then 16 days without it dying or having to release it back into the ocean because it wouldn't eat.  But, I guess these geniuses at the Monterey Bay Aquarium were able to successfully keep one in captivity for some 6 months before they released it back into the ocean.  What's interesting though is why they released it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters a great white is a predatory fish (the largest predatory fish, reaching lengths more then 20ft and weighing over 5,000lbs... the one they had was smaller...  5ft or so).  And, being a predatory fish, it naturally eats other organisms for food.  Now, I'm no fish expert, but, 1+1 being equal to 2, if I put a great white shark into a tank with other fishes...  I'd expect, no, I'd count on the fact that that great white is going to kill the other fishes.  Eatem, attackem, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the difference between me and fish experts is that they would put a great white into the tank almost like they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weren't sure&lt;/span&gt;  if it would eventually attack the other fish...  And when it does start attacking the other fishes...  use that as their excuse to release it back into the ocean.  Almost like they forgot that great white sharks are apex predators (top of the food chain), and that they have been known to eat tuna, smaller sharks, among other things (all of which were in the tank they put the great white in).  What the fuck kind of logic is that?  Were they just sitting their with their fingers crossed hoping that the great white wouldn't act like a great white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unfortunately, regardless of what kind of logic it is...  it's the same logic people use when it comes to soldiers and war.  And as a sat watching this program on PBS, I found myself asking the television the same question I ask it every time I see and hear someone reporting on soldiers and the war... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the fuck did you think was going to happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm no expert...  but I know enough to know that these so called experts don't know shit...  However, I'm glad the shark experts knew enough to let that great white shark be a great white shark...  Just wondering when these soldier experts el do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BIGNEAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/episodes/oceans-in-glass-behind-the-scenes-of-the-monterey-bay-aquarium/introduction/636/"&gt;"Oceans in Glass: Behind the Scenes at the Monterey Bay Aquarium"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click the link for more info or scheduling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-4586032298034431491?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/4586032298034431491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-white-shark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4586032298034431491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/4586032298034431491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-white-shark.html' title='The Great White Shark'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SajyU-Hjg5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/FZIzA6lNWVI/s72-c/GreatWhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-7661617338721382456</id><published>2009-02-18T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:42:59.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About 'Soldier Music'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SZxpO7Hz5xI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OraBCRiKHho/s1600-h/soldier+music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SZxpO7Hz5xI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OraBCRiKHho/s400/soldier+music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304230166245140242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Soldier Music' is the inevitable outcome of soldiers on the battlefield.  It is war defined.  The mentality of the soldiers who fight it, and the atrociousness of it.  All so that we may one day come to terms with how horrible war is, who soldiers are, what they will become, what they have trained to do, and the job they perform.  Only after we have come to terms with these things should the decision be made to go to war...  because until then, we can not truly support the soldiers we have asked to engage in it on our behalf.  For soldiers are no less to war then doctors are to medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the album art says it all...  why clutter it with words when a picture is supposed to be worth a thousand of'em.  That and the music itself is bigger then me or anybody that had anything to do with its creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Past to present&lt;br /&gt;Compilation of all of the songs from 'Live From Iraq'.  Basically bringing new listeners up to speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 3000 plus&lt;br /&gt;A dedication to every soldier who has and will ever fall in service of their country...  and to those who continue the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Toldem'&lt;br /&gt;After the release of 'Live from Iraq' I spoke with a lot of people that felt war was wrong.  They said that they supported soldiers, just not the war...  that they felt sorry for soldiers having to go to war, and showed their support by trying to bring them home.  Here I was, a combat soldier trying to tell them how their opinion influences what happens on the battlefield...  ultimately making our job that much more difficult.  I told them, "you say you support soldiers, then let them do their fucking job...  and stop thinking that how you feel has anything to do with what they MUST do to accomplish the mission".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;This song represents who soldiers are, what we are prepared to do, and when driven, what we will become.  It's a forewarning of the death and destruction that will ensue once sides have been chosen, lines drawn, crossed, and the first stone cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Withdraw Method&lt;br /&gt;Basically, War is fuckin'... and if your going to ask somebody to fuck for you, cause your not man enough to handle your own fuckin'... then don't tell me to stop until I'm done.  Cause I don't fuck to the satisfaction of the voyeur, I fuck till I have fucked the shit out of whoever needed fuckin'.  Either that, or don't ever ask me to fuck at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Check&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers...  true icons, superstars that the world should idolize.   Instead the world looks to  movie stars, professional athletes, etc.  as their symbols of greatness, taking more and more for granted the sacrifice soldiers make.   Yeah, he can shoot 3's, but I can shoot 3's too...  And though the 3's I shoot may never win me a championship ring, the 3's he shoots will never ensure your freedom the way mine have and will continue to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Love Me&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with an opinion is that it compares not to knowledge.   And, in a world where I know who I am and what I must do...  I ask that you never way your opinion against my knowledge.  Simply love me for knowing what I know and continuing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. War&lt;br /&gt;The basis of all conflict...  MORE.  We all want it, we all spend our life in pursuit of it, and we all look past the  needs and well being of others  in order to satisfy our desire for it.    War is just the extent to which we will go to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Fuck with Me&lt;br /&gt;What is war? Enough people dying for either side to concede their point.  Thus, it should go without saying what is being asked of our soldiers.  To ask any less of them, would be asking them to simply go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. To Hell&lt;br /&gt;It's about coming to terms with what you've done and who you are despite anyone elses opinion.  Yes, we are responsible for the deaths of thousands of men, women, and children...  but if thousands of lives must be destroyed to save millions...  that's just the price that has to be paid.  And if I'm going to Hell for that, Heaven don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. PTSD&lt;br /&gt;War opened my eyes. It allowed me to see how ugly the world truly  is.  Honestly, I think there are those people who can not handle  truth in the doses that war administers.  it doesn't necessarily make  them weak people, because exposure to the truth is but the first step  in a long process.  and, during this step they are forced to weigh   months of exposure to the truth  against years and years of what they  thought was the truth.  everything they have learned, everything they  have seen, heard, been told or even experienced for themselves (as it  relates to life) suddenly crashes into oblivion. this experience  Serves  as a life altering shock to their system.  I'm sure at one point in our  life, we have all heard that  the truth hurts, but they are finally  coming to terms with  how much.  a hurt that when fought can last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the initial realization, the battlefield becomes one of the mind, where now, every action contradicts a preexisting value or belief to the point that they themselves  are not sure if what they  are doing is right.  that confusion coupled with public opinion tends them to lean towards a more "socially excepted" evaluation of  things...  because how could everything they've known up until now plus the opinion of so many people back home be wrong.  Thus, they rationalize it can't be.  However, there is a part of the brain that will not simply dismiss what it interprets as truth, antagonizing the  situation further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, they should not be fighting their realization, rather, coming to terms with it.  But, out of fear, they will not discuss this very personal struggle with anyone other then themselves.  It becomes the skeleton that eats away at them from the closet.  If they do open up, their concern is immediately addressed as them having a problem... again, tending them to lead towards drawing a more "socially acceptable" conclusion.  Because, problems ARE most always associated with needing to be fixed.  What they fail to realize is that they are experiencing life in one of its most natural forms, where when against death it refuses to die... an experience that most "educated professionals" (doctors, experts, etc) learn about only through second hand&lt;br /&gt;information and know nothing of it for themselves.   Which to be honest, makes them unqualified to diagnose, treat or council on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they return home, they feel as though having removed themselves from the catalyst of their dilemma will ease their pain.  but, that part of their brain will not stop reminding them of the truth they are trying so hard to dismiss... and now, the flashbacks begin (if they haven't already)and they begin reacting to their home environment as if they were still at war.  To people back home, our reactions are odd, and out of place...  but, what they fail to realize  is that our reactions are not out of place.  It's the people we view as being normal who's actions are out of place. Why?  Because, normal people are complacent (among other things) and do not understand how fast things can spiral out of control.  They have no knowledge outside of the world they feel perfectly safe in.  But, truth be told, reality is far from safe, and the world of war is no different then the world we try escaping to.  They are one in the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I often find myself reacting to everything that startles me, basically going into what I call a hasty defense,  assessing  the situation, delivering myself a FRAGO and continuing on.  I don't care to be around nor trust people, because people will get you killed or make you kill them (how many murders each year throughout the world?).  Some people would say I'm just scared, but, I fear no man...  I fear only what he will make me do to him... and that you will never understand.   Because, you have no knowledgeable concept of life, nor the extreme value I place on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Calm Down&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, my eyes have been opened.  I don't like what I see...  and, that's what AI is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 of the songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck with me, War, and Love me I cannot claim as my own.  Yeah, I wrote all of the lyrics, but the inspiration came from the original songs themselves.  Here's how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was producing 'Soldier Music', my keyboard broke.  Usually, I play all the keys on the keyboard and do drums on an mpc4000.  But, with the keyboard in the shop, I couldn't get any music out of my head.  Well, I've always loved the movie Man on Fire, and one night I fell asleep watching it.  When it got to the end of the DVD it kept looping the menu music.  That night I dreamt the song to the  music as it played over and over again.  When I woke up, I knew exactly what I was going to do.  By the time I was done, I had ended up using the same music, but from a different part of the movie, added some drums and percussion...  and War was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the same keyboard in the shop period of my life...  I was listening to Hotel California by the Eagles.  The Cd belonged to one of my soldiers, he let me borrow it in Iraq, and it's been in my possession since.  I never really listened to any of the other songs on it...  but, since I couldn't make any music of my own...  I figured I might as well listen to some other peoples.  I don't know what the name of the song is, but when I heard it, it clicked.  Love Me was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Fuck with Me, Ross (guitar player) introduced me to a friend of his name Colleen.  He said she sang karaoke, and that we should get together and see what me and her could come up with.  She came by the studio and the first song she sang was Hotel California...  I was like, "damn, sounds good...  what else you got?".  Then, she sang Zombie by the Cranberry's.  That was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got my keyboard back, I finished up the album...  3000 plus being the next song I completed.  At first, I was never going to release those 3 songs...  cause I didn't want to get sued.&lt;br /&gt;But, then I realized how powerful and important those 3 songs were to the album...  and, there was no longer any decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bass Guitar by "Vito" - Toldem', Withdraw Method, Fuck with Me, PTSD&lt;br /&gt;Guitar by "Ross Wyndele" - Withdraw Method, Fuck with Me, PTSD&lt;br /&gt;Guitar by "Tweeter" - To Hell&lt;br /&gt;Singing Vocals by "Colleen" - Fuck with Me, 3000 plus&lt;br /&gt;Voice Over by "Karen Gilchrist" - War&lt;br /&gt;3rd Verse on Bring It On written and performed by "Young Blade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck with me is a remake of  The Cranberry's song  Zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cranberries.com/"&gt;http://www.cranberries.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Cranberries/e/B000APACJO"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/The-Cranberries/e/B000APACJO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is a rearrangement of  a portion of the soundtrack from the movie Man on Fire (when Denzel Washington is in the taxi cab, the beginning of the movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxstore.com/detail.php?item=1255"&gt;http://www.foxstore.com/detail.php?item=1255&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0328107/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0328107/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Me is a rearrangement of an Eagle's song...  I don't know the name of the song, because, all I ever had was the cd that someone left in my cd case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eaglesband.com/"&gt;http://www.eaglesband.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eagles/e/B000APY93Y"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Eagles/e/B000APY93Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-7661617338721382456?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/7661617338721382456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-soldier-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/7661617338721382456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/7661617338721382456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-soldier-music.html' title='About &apos;Soldier Music&apos;'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SZxpO7Hz5xI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OraBCRiKHho/s72-c/soldier+music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961356664854409902.post-8342844464653623967</id><published>2009-02-05T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:17:37.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The last 4 years.'/><title type='text'>The last 4 years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SYuKMuvEvFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/10daPaycrh8/s1600-h/IMG_6896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SYuKMuvEvFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/10daPaycrh8/s320/IMG_6896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299481337840057426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have spent the last 4 years figuring things out.  There were a lot of things I needed to learn (both personally and musically), and some situations I needed to separate myself from.  I'm sure there are plenty of things left to learn, but as far as me and music...  my music is all I'm about.  Well, that and creating the content to go with it.  Because, what I have planned is a complete audio visual (multimedia) experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, all I ever wanted to do was create/ produce groundbreaking content.  I never wanted to be a musical artist, and always imagined myself as the man behind the scenes.   But, over the last 4 years, I've realized that it's not time for me to be behind the scenes.  It's time for me to lead from the front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe a tremendous debt to everyone who has supported my music since 2005.  I also owe a few folks who have seen enough in me to provide financial support over the years.  I would be nowhere without you.  It's taken me until now to truly understand it, but since the release of LIVE FROM IRAQ,  I always thought I had to "build the team".  I use to think that was getting the people immediately around me to play a more active role in the success of 425.  I know now that "building the team" had nothing to do with them at all, and everything to do with y'all.  You guys are and have always been the team.  I never had to ask you for or to do anything, yet, you always came through.  It's kinda like that whole "footprints in the sand" story...  there were times when I thought I was doing this all by myself, but actually, you all have been there the whole time, helping me every step of the way.   So, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said...  I've got work to do.  About to drop the media release of 'Soldier Music' (March 1, 2009) and in the next few months  I'll be releasing a digital only album 'Soldier Music RFI'.  Also, next month, you will get your first glimpse of the album I've been talking about for the last 3 years...  Yes, 'AI' is finally here.  And, for the first song I'm going to release, the timing couldn't be more perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BIGNEAL&lt;br /&gt;       1+1=2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961356664854409902-8342844464653623967?l=bigneal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/feeds/8342844464653623967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-4-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/8342844464653623967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961356664854409902/posts/default/8342844464653623967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigneal.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-4-years.html' title='The last 4 years.'/><author><name>BIG NEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15493247755415802447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SWWhPGhEy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AqT4fzCtUs8/S220/ai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otdrIJ6FHdA/SYuKMuvEvFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/10daPaycrh8/s72-c/IMG_6896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
