My 8 Mile Story

someday I`m gonna be a star
I`ll top the charts and win the hearts
of people near and far
they`ll all scream my name
when they see me on the stage
I know some people can`t handle the fame
they go insane from the game
I guess the media`s to blame
but I made up my mind
I`m still gonna try
it`s like an 8 mile story
raised poor and now seeking glory
I want to sing songs
I write them all night long
when the lights go out
I keep thinking about
all my hopes and doubts
then the rymes start flying
through mind and I can`t sleep at night
till I right them down
I have to get them out
so I can clear my head
and go to bed
wake up thinking of more
write so many it makes my hand`s sore
I guess I`ve always liked to wrie songs
country rock and hip hop
any style I just can`t stop
I tend to idolize Brad Paisley
and Slim Shadey
I have the pictures on my walls
to me they`re ten feet tall
they inspired me
to be all I can be
I don`t depend on sempathy
so most oppinions don`t bother me
so haters can keep hatin`
it`s their own time they`re wastin`

Enough

you`re actin` like you know me
well enough to clone me
walkin` around here like you own me
I don`t care who you are
you can be the biggest star
I can garuntee
you will respect me
cause the next time you get in my face
Im gonna put you in your place
I`ll have you on your knees
in the middle of the street
cause I ain`t the kind to beg nigga please nigga please
I ask once and that`s enough
I don`t mind gettin` rough
cause believe me I can handle you
you have no clue what I`ve been through
and what the hell is wrong with you
you look like you just escaped from a zoo
have you ever heard of shampoo
you`re saying I`m a cracker
and that makes me a slacker
bitch you`re just jelous of my swagger
you`re really gonna throw my race
in my face HA! I`m not phased
cause your talentless ass can be replacd
you think you can try to tell me who I am
sayin` I`m as bland as a can of spam
you think I care if you`re a fan
and being from Ohio
doesn`tmake you ghetto
you`re a stupid hoe
go back and stand on your corner
if you get hit by a car there won`t be any mourners
cause just talking to you is torture
sometimes I visualize you flying through the air
while people around you stare
at the clumps of blood in your hair
you`ve talked shit for so long
and now Im done trying to stay calm
why should I be the one to walk
I`m done being nice
it`s time to fight
you can run annd hide
but you can`t change my mind
my patience is gone
so you can fly to Hong Kong
or skick around
and end up on the ground
face down wonderin` how
you screwed up this bad
after all the chances you had
to shut up and walk away
I told you I don`t play no games

2Faced

people running their mouths
about things they know nothing about
walking around, their heads in the clouds
my patience has run out
all these fools trying to act cool
they think they run the school
they think they can talk shit
calling me a little bitch
or a stupid snitch
they don`t know me
they just go by what they see
I don`t care who they`re trying to be
I`m done with these little two faced brats
talking shit behind my back
I`m bout to go on the attack
they`re gona get a back fist to the face
if they keep trying to invade my space
they need to find a new place
to spread their lies
since they can`t get their own lives
they`re to caught up in mine

FIghting For American Soldiers

my heart`s breakin`
like the foundation
of a house in an earthquake
maybe they made a mistake
got the rong name
they`re at the rong place
he has a bullet in his head
and you`re happy he`s dead
all he did was fight for you
layed down and died for you
now you`re saying thank God for dead soldiers
can`t wait till this war is over
and with every dead soldier
the end gets closer
he gave his life to protect your right
to stand up and fight
for what you feel is right
so you use it against him
and the rest of them
the women and men
who risk everything
so you can stay free
and how do you repay them
you show up with your friends
while he`s still warm in the grave
to make jokes about the sacrifices he made
tell his family that their fallen soldier is going to dwell
forever in the lake of fire called hell
well God aproved the war of the Isrealites
he said that was alright
you think violence isn`t right
you preach the word of God
while trying to deny fallen soldiers burrial plots
they`re reason you`re free
to be the dumb asshole you choose to be
and you seem to think
you need to show up at funerals
and memorials
to express yourself
and tell them to go to hell
I`m so sick of this shit
I guess what it comes down to is
you all need your asses kicked
you don`t care that without these soldiers
you`re country would be over

Scoobert

he is the clumsy hound
who wonders around
face pressed to ground
his nose leading the way
he makes my day
when I`m so mad I can`t see
he`s always right at my feet
cause he knows sometimes that`s all I need
he trips all the time
I don`t mind
he`s so clumsy
but he`s my puppy
have to hold his ears when he eats gravy
don`t want any to get on my baby
his ears hang down low
when his heads hangs out the window
the they blow in the wind
they say dogs are mans best friend
I can see why
Scoobert`s always by my side
day or night
he`s my hound puppy
yeah he`s my little buddy

Never Say You Love Me

If I fell would you catch me
if I left would you miss me
if I packed my bags
would you even be sad
would you be reminiscing
about things that you`d be missing

you never say you love me
how hard could it be
makes me feel like you don`t care
and I think it`s only fair
if you love me tell me so
if not just let me go

we had so many good times
even through all the lies
but I can`t live with this neglect
how much do you regret

you never tell me you love me
how hard could it be
makes me feel like you don`t care
and I think it`s only fair
if you love me tell me so
if not just let me go

you`re still not talking
I`m about to start walking
across the floor
out the door
my bags are packed
not looking  back

cause you never told me you loved me
how hard could it be
and after all that time
you couldn`t even look in my eyes
so I got my bags packed
I`m leaving and never coming back

From the Outside

Have you ever had a dream
where you see something
then you wake up and it happens
do you understand this madness
it happens to me almost daily
if I tell people they`ll think I`ve gone crazy
lock me up in a padded room
and I`ll sit there drowning in my own gloom
I didn`t ask to be this way
but most of the time it`s okay
I`m a christian
and I think it`s a gift amen
I go through things my friends don`t understand
they can`t give me a helping hand
I see what God wants me to see
the only people who understand it are my family
I don`t want to complane
things have always been this way
and there`s no need for change
but sometimes it feels like
I`m looking at my world from the outside
staring through a window pain
I know it may sound insane
but it`s reality
kind of like gravity
can`t fight it, can`t stop it
might as well embrace it