It is the son asking how he is suppose to follow in his dad’s footsteps when his dad foot steps are stagger, how his dad came to graduation drunk and snuck out early.Come home late and drunk?? I know this is a bad discription but I would like any help!! Thanks!!!
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that they play at the end of an episode in csi ny. the episode where stell is being “stalked” and mac finds his dead wife’s son. the same episode with the paintballing people, where the guy gets caught in a bear trap because theres a psycho girl living near there who thinks she can catch an alien.
i need to know the name of the song they play at the end when someone in don flack’s “crew” gets arrested for killing the painball guy and he stole black cocaine or something. the part where the guy is taken out of the building, that song.
thanks!
I really like the song sung by a girl at the end of the most recent The Cleaner episode (the episode where his son throws the footballs & the bikers who do meth). I just don’t know who it’s by. I think some of the lyrics where like this;
Tonight has been long, I’ve smoked every breath
I’ve taken too much & nothing to be given
My lover is no longer my friend
Please help! 10 points to song name & artist!
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I really want to send my son (and possibly daughter too) a message this time in a song. He has trouble listening otherwise (ADHD, etc.). My Mom has had legal guardianship over him since he was 3 years old. I have two mental challenges and their father
was an alcoholic. The two of use fought almost 24/7 and we lost them.
Long story short: I was invited to go to Santa Cruz with my family with my Mom, my sister, her boyfriend, their new baby, my sister’s daughter, my 16 year old son, my 15 year old daughter, and a friend of theirs (male).
Well, I didn’t have enough money to pay for my room and it ended up being a disaster. I told my son I was going to cash a check at home – and would be back in a couple of hours – but didn’t actually get back until late that night. My boyfriend – who I’ve been with for the past 2 years is passive aggressive and drinks and he made things very hard on me and started playing a lot of head games with me and was picking fights. All the while I was fighting to find the check (which never to this day showed up but his Mom had been calling frantically saying his aunt who is 97 yrs old and apparently as sharp as a tack, and she had been calling daily – saying to call
back and let her know if we received this check). So since we were all the way up in Santa Cruz with no way of paying for the room – I decided to jam home quickly and pick up this check – which must have had significant value with all the hysterics his Mother was making – leaving messages on the phone for days, and cash it and come back to the motel to pay them and finish having a nice vacation with my family and kids. Well, no check
ever arrived, my boyfriend kept drinking, I was worried sick because of my promise to my kids – who were with my Mom and sister – who just got a huge insurance settlement and were able to go on vacation because of it and never offered to help me at all. I was embarrased to ask for help. I don’t think I’ve ever received financial help from them ever. I’ve always been the one to bring everyone laptop computers, clothes, buy everyone dinners, etc., through the years. I felt really awkward and didn’t really understand the significance behind this
vacation. I had a previous husband pass away from cancer
who was an extremely kind and caring man who actually raised my self esteem and helped me in life. But living with this passive aggressive person feels as if he’s breaking me down every minute of every day emotionally – and I can’t figure out if it’s me still. It’s very weird and hard to explain. It’s like I’m going crazy. Is this possible? I can hear the cries of people who love me (sort of) in the background and I think my son may
have sent me this song… but I’m not sure if it was intended for me, and I’m too beaten down and emotionally traumatized to ask him, although I wouldn’t get a straight answer. I’m not just traumatized from my boyfriend though.
I have always felt emotionally abused for many many years from others (not mentioning names and not excluding family members) too and then in 2006, the death of my husband who I felt was respectful and kind – caused me to lose major self esteem, and my Mother and sister never (at least not in front of me) encouraged my kids to be nice to me and my kids always gave me the cold shoulder and literally have not talked with or to me for maybe 10 years or more – no matter what I’ve done or given, or no matter how much I’ve been there, etc.
Now, after all these years, I feel like I’m finally breaking – and it feels like now maybe they’re needing me more or something (I’m not sure, it’s weird)… and at a time when I’m my weakest… and I almost feel as if I’m dying. I want most of all for them to be taken care of course and for the ability to take care of them, but I think I also would really like them to at least know how much I was there and for them to know they’ve been brainwashed. I’ll probably get blasted for writing this – someone will find it somehow and I’ll be the outcast for another 6 months or a year.
I want their forgiveness and to enjoy the (ANY) time I am now able to spend with them, and to stop thinking I’m this great big enemy that’s out to destroy them or something. It’s always been like I’m this monster (this is the way I think I was described).
Anyway, I have a quote on my wall that says, “Dear God, when they accuse me falsely, help them see the innocence in me. And when I judge, Lord, help me see the innocence in them. Amen.” This is the song my son published last night… “Kanye West – Heartless.” and I have this Mother’s intuition still inside me that it was intended for me, so just in case it was meant for me, can anyone help me find a song in reply about – a Misunderstanding and Love for my son and/or son and daughter?
#1 – I have emailed them about 7 times. #2 – I’m not only not coming around because of my boyfriend. I’m also not coming around because it’s so miserable getting the cold shoulder from them every time I’m around, being told what to do, when to leave, how to behave, that I’m not “listening”, and being judged the entire time. I get lectured and harrassed the entire time I’m there and its not peaceful to say the least. I hate my boyfriend and I’m trying to find a way out. Its easier said than done. He’s scary and he’s actually put me in jail when I didn’t do anything, he’s so abusive. He was afraid, so he called the police before I did and put me in a position that made me look like I was the perpertrator. He’s scary, covert, full of repressed anger, has no conscience, and I’d be afraid of something happening to me or my kids if I just up and left, and he’d destroy my things (I practically have nothing left from all the things he’s already destroyed from either drinking or anger).
it’s the song playing when he beats up the guy in the bar for selling meth to his ex
when Christan was doing the surgery on the son (to look like his ‘father’) what song was playing?.. only lyrics I remember was something about cocaine.
Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and the rest of the chorus that i can remember goes like this: why aren’t you crying out loud, seems a (somethin) is to walk away , a strange age where kids wake screaming from a matter of meth
1.you’re like a journalist how you can cut n paste n twist, you r awful.
2. mama told me when i was young, sit beside me my only son.
3.take me to the place where you go, where nobody knows, if it’s not our day.
4.me i like sleeping, especially in my molly’s chamber
5.with your bitch slap rapping and your cocaine tongue you get nothing done.
The song starts out with a mother calling and leaving a message for her son. He’s an alcoholic, I believe, but the song is him singing about it. HELP PLEASE!
is it a true story?
ive always wanted to know.
it makes me cry evertime i listen to it.
if you havent heard it listen to it!!!
like, now!
heres the lyrics too,
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern was making a million
Being the illest hustler that the world ever seen
He used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but forever, yeah, she was sober
Her son’s heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out, selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn’t hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real
You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
I dont project my insecurities at other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to proof to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
Everyone trying to be trife, never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
He’d get his respect back in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
Fulfiling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cutthroats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to them, niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a Blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone ’til they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to proof he was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three
Everyone trying to be trife, never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
“This is it, kid, now you got your chance to be raw”
So Billy yoked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming, “Shut the fuck up and stop moving around!”
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch until he broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren’t concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness of what s
brothers
Cocked the Gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn’t even contemplate
His corruption had succesfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, cause God wasn’t there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen cause the story that I’m telling is true
Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his
I once knew a ***** whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to **** moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
***** never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn’t hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity’s at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a ***** doing life if he had another chance
but then again there’s always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he’d get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little ****, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to ‘em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any ************* coward can sell drugs
any ***** ***** with a gun, can bust slugs
any ***** with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a ***** to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore ***** is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the **** up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the *****, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren’t concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she’d gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
[Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I’m falling and I can’t turn back
I’m falling and I can’t turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made hi
Can comeone please help he find this rap song. It’ goes
“every night im in the kitchen smokin herb and cookin up dope a couple of ounces of cocaine with bakin powder soap cuz pushing narcotics seems to be my last and only hope for me to make a future for my son and pay his way through college. ” I’ve been trying to find it forever but i can’t!
No More
For centuries I was told heaven won’t receive vacant souls
Mine froze and turned black as a crow
Will I grow these questions I don’t know?
Veins boil like lava hit by karma
Trash piles on every side walk
Children quietly observe this drama
Minds cluttered in guns talk
Drinking fountains are contaminated like Tijuana,
I stay hooked in books
Corners hand over jobs mostly to drug dealers and prostitutes
Public notices are afraid
It’s hard to upgrade
I lived in this city since the very first day
I took my first breaths it was eleventh grade
When my friend caught two in his chest
Value everything you drag along your journey
Homeless crave money to purchase another forty
Neglected dreams remain inside that empty bottle
I can’t name a person who wouldn’t wish to win the super lotto
Every one chases riches
Except my friends who only desire bitches
Another person murdered it’s sickening
Wise people speak what they think
I don’t picture my finger constrained by a wedding ring
It was raining the sky seemed awfully blurry
Police barged in searching pointing weapons
Scattering clothes digging random drawers
Breaking down doors
I suppose because my brother violated parole
My home is filled with roaches so I’m never alone
Another day emerges
I witness my reflection, fading
No one corresponds, lately, I want to call quits and be gone
Cowards show braveness through flocks
Broken pad locks privacy is disrespected in my block
Shots spark careless about a child’s innocent heart
Plant many seeds expand your family tree
Leave behind something that’ll represent your legacy
Brutality occurred in these streets before
I fall to my knees and pray lord; I want this no more
If hip hop was dead I’d take my precious time to resurrect it
Hit rewind witness the best inside my TV set
When Artist wore large gold chains and pair of sweats
Jumping to beats slamming poetry
Deep Messages without speaking about hoes, jewelry
Cars, mansions and bickering I’m better than you
Glories times stashed in my memories box
I can’t be stopped I’m like a clock
We can’t restore the past
How long are we going to last
Global impacts terrorism mailing anthrax
Planes crashed Towers slammed burned and collapsed
I blow the candles of my cake
Near that day thousand lives departed away
Exhaustion conquered my brain close my eyes and still this pain won’t vanish
I knew a man that died because he done ungodly actions
Life is pure tragic through my vision
My Mother once told me son listen make wise decisions
Don’t turn out like your brothers 24/7 addicts to drinking
My father was opposite he gave me advice like
Carry a blade beside your waist every time
You’ll never know death might be waiting for you around the corner
You got to stay prepared strapped like a soldier
Knowing the battlefield is out there
I stare out my window tight fist
I swear ignorance is difficult to bear with
If you can’t understand my expression
Get these verses tatted in your head
At least I know ill be in your mind when I’m dead,
Air force one’s attached firmly to my feet
And what’s the point I see kids all over the world in need
Without a coin in their pockets
Eyes open parents missing obama I’m hoping you listening
I never was that precious A student
We are not perfect as humans but we could still do this
Break any obstacle down
Who am I, I’m a Latino brown is my skin
Speaking my heart exposing it out the mist
Glimpse facts react now or continue anguishing this pit
My Heart split one piece for me
The other piece for the child who never got to see
Never got to be only had a wish and a dream
I really made this song as a joke so it’s pretty cheesy, but my friends say it’s hilarious.
I watch MTV,
while my mom does LSD,
wanna come to my house,
yeah when should I go,
it doesn’t really matter when,
’cause my dad does heroin
Hey kid do you wanna,
try some marijuana,
well, I really would,
but it doesn’t taste that good
Then the cops came down,
and the dealers had a frown,
the cop pulled out his gun,
and then he shot his son,
’cause he was high,
then he said “bye,bye”
the cop pulled out his cuffs,
and went for Hillary Duff,
(Chorus)
Drugs, drugs, drugs,
you cant get enough,
that’s why I am hooked on snuff,
you won’t see me not high on weed, (repeated 2x)
then I saw Reed,
who was using some weed,
he was talking to this kid,
who was acting pretty insane,
’cause he was high in cocaine…
That’s all I have written so far.
do you think I should make a youtube video out of this?
Ok this song don’t know who sings it or what it is called but it goes a little something like this, Somwhere smoking crack now in and out of lock down I ain’t got a job now. It is about a women who strips to feed her son. If anyone knows who sings it or the name of it please let me know, Thanks
