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Art expands kids imaginations to grow in a world that is boundless. Why are we training the next generation to think only in Binary code? should we not force them to take up a art, the imagination is key in creation of news ideas…without the influence of art, how will they expad their minds?

By: O Jam

is it possible to homeschool myself?
if not,
was is the cheapest, yet effective way to homeschool?

i have really bad attendance (and in effect bad grades) in school right now and going to court and staying after school to redeem my credit is too much of a hassle (i’m an otherwise really great student)

i’m currently in 11th grade..
any ideas on where i can start?

By: daphne

(hook)
Early in the morning alarms ringing
Singing is the first thing I hear
Wake up and get ready for the day
Clouds are Grey im left in dismay
What a horrible day here in BK USA
Go to work same old shit
The world gives you nothing you have to take it
On my way back I have the same old thoughts racing through my head
Why don’t I quit, split and spit my rhymes
Chase my dreams and try to get signed
I’m so caught up in my thoughts
That when the bus stops
I forget to get off I go to far
Its bizarre how it happens everyday
Now I have to walk all this way
I get time to think about my life…
Maybe how I would have turned out if my father would have stayed
I would be playing ball and getting paid
But that didn’t happen, he left my life, and his wife without a good-bye
I remember that day…
all my mom did was cry…even a tear fell down my out of my eye
I remember at school I always denied that my father left
When someone would ask me I’d simply reply
“he went on a business trip to Hawaii”
Then I remember the day he died
We got a letter and inside it said
He was drunk driving in his ride
When suddenly two cars collided…
Then I decided that wouldn’t be my life
I’d be there for my son all my life
I’d do my best to provide for him all he needs
I would make sure he follows his dreams
Id give him the encourgement that he needs
To succeed in society today in the US of A
But them I remember what was good about my father
How he taught me useful lessons in life
Like how to hold my own in a fight
He taught me if they don’t give respect you have to take it
Nothing ever comes free in this society.
I arrive home and my head isn’t clear
I put a on my headphones and I disappear
I put away all my problems… I go out with some friends
When I get back the clock reads 1:10…
I go to sleep and awake the next day wondering where my mind will take me today

(chorus)

Ever since big and pac got shot raps been declinin
Shining, driving, pimping and fine dinning
All I ever hear is how much money they got
How they say they got shot and how big’s their yacht
Everyone forgot how rap used to be lyrical
It didn’t used to be bad influence to black society
It used to have propriety but now all it is
Young niggas milking it for all the cash that they can
Damn why cant it be where it all began
Getting your voice heard inspiring other brothers
To shoot for the sky
“Aim for the stars, if you miss youll land in the clouds”
my mother always told me that and kept reminding me
how MJ got cut from a team but rebounded
he put his heart into and he found his spirit inside
which pushed him to be the greatest alive
he aimed for the stars and now he thrives
why cant we revive all the positive messages rap
instead all we hear is “in straped lets go sell some crack”
I see what it inspires kids to do today.
I see it everyday walking around BK
Kids join gangs and get into some trouble
Then they work at Micky D’s and repeat the cycle
Instead of working hard to achieve like micheal
Im sick and tired of ringtone rappers
They destroy the path that was paved with their lives
Pac, big, Jam Master jay they all turn away in dismay
When crank that became the number 1 song in the nation
It gets played at all the radio stations the frustration
That’s its creation causes me want to quit my job
Take a vacation in celebration of leaving I head to my
Destination but when I return to my occpation I come back
Wit the celebration its not number 1… I turn on the radio and
What do I hear? Some stupid *** ***** yelling in my ear
“get silly, get silly”

(chorus)

I may not be the illest rapper new yorks ever seen
I am still unseen by my style is so serene
Maybe one day I’ll get my chance to advance and enhance my finance
I have the glance in my eye of a tiger before the kill
You know the one that gives you a chill down the back of your spine
Like the malign look you get from my nine
The one right before you get laid in a box of pine
Growing up in the hood starts you a step back
You have to gain street knowledge to get on track
You can tell by looking in the their eyes
The ones who are wild and the ones who tell lies
They try to disguise themselves with bling and swearing
You cant always believe what they say
I grew up living the lives they try to portray
Everyday was a struggle to try to stay alive
you have to contrive a way to for you thrive
I found my strength playing ball on the block
I got respect without using a glock
But I am in shock every time I take a walk
I see kids growing up acting cool by selling *****
Being taught if someone shoots at you shoot back
If I lived that way my mother would smack me in the back

(chorus)

Have you ever had a close friend transcend, up into heaven
Mine was shot on November 11th
Words can’t describe the feelings I had inside
When they opened up fire with their Colt .45’s
A million different things, blinded my mind
But malign evil took over my brain
Let me explain what went that day
First I wanted to throw him out of a plane but I thought
He would suffer more if I cut out his veins
At least then I would get to see him stuggle I pain
Next I thought I should hang him with a chain,
I’d let him hang out in the rain to entertain the evil that was in my brain
Before I could get to him they had driven away
I guess today god planned him die….
We tried to drive him to hospital to save his life
I couldn’t understand why God would take this man from his mothers hand
I sat in the hospital until 3:05
that’s when the doctor brought the news that he had died
My crew took an oath that we would find the man responsible
And show him what he did to the this family of the man he killed
But In my neighborhood you learn to forget and move on
You never know if you’ll be the next one gone
Now he lives with the devil in his soul
Stalking him everywhere he goes
But he made the choice when he chose to squeeze
Now he is the one praying on his knees

(chorus)

yes i realize is is very long
beat is the speed of immortal technique’s dance with the devil…
ok that sounds good actually… that will be between verse 3 and 4 but i still need a chorus/hook… i dont think it works for the entire song
i might just split it in two but im having a bit of trouble thinking of a good hook/chorus
how are these

(Hook)
Although I have problems and my life’s far from fine
I thank you god for allowing me to shine

(Chorus)
Im a product of Brooklyn far from a crook
I always thought I was a lot smarter than I look
Your streets taught me everything I know
and I thank you for showing me the way to go

By: Jay S.