::for the past month Earl had been rapping in small clubs, hed been doing what hed always wanted, Damien had held up his end of the bargain, but what to do now? the club scene is raking in some doe and all, but clubs an only take him so far. he needed a rapping contract.

Earl had not been like his old self, this new power and wealth had gone to his head, he was wearing diamonds and silver, designer clothing [thugish clothing, and yes there is a such thing lol ie Roca wear,phat farm ect :roll:] now when he saw a man struggling on the street [poor] he past right by, not a thought. he had even moved up town and into a large house, with a pool [outside] he now had a humvee[yellow] a caddy[black] and a porshe[red], yes he had really changed.::

[he sits in his bedroom, he lifts his remote and clicks a cd on.:

"...wanna get hot with you,Get you underneath the creamy ooh
Get you doing things you thought you'd never do,make you suck-" *Click*

::he changes it to the next cd::

"My friend if you're feeling me
Come get it,There's no time to waste
Come on stop playing games with me-"*click*

:he hanged it again, a strong and proud voice rang out:

"The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger
When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from goin' under
And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child
Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you an I hope you can take it
Gonna leave you in the desert, an I hope that you make it
Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you
When you stand up an see that I'm just showin' love to you
Other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends
Caps I fucked with are real, but hey
Those are your friends
Its just what you got comin' sometimes you don't know
What you askin' for, did you ask for more?
Should the casket door swing here, it is done
An thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run
Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster
It is comin' in the air? Yeah its getting' closer

Hook

I see life through many shades of grays and blacks
I could take that an him 'em with the blazin' tracks
When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams
Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams
The devil got a hold on me an he won't let go
I can feel the lord pullin' but he movin' dead slow
Let 'em know that amidst all this confusion
some of us may do the winnin'
But we all do the losin' its just who does the choosin'
Easy goin up or down what have you been provin'?
Jus that you were fuckin' ground
Bitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it
An I know that deep down you really don't want it
I woulda traded the chance of bein' the child with a father
Movin' talent and bein' able to survive when its harder
My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife
That's why I hit these motherfuckin' streets at night
Come on!

Hook

There's a lotta shit that I let slide, cuz its outta my hands
Lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans
An a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog
Families by the truckload, feedin' them to the morgue
Full moon, arooooo, the howlin', errrrrrr
an growlin', shhhhhh, an prowlin'
Don't know love, can't show love
That means you gonna need more love
than on old thug, but hold up, roll up
Talkin' out the side of your mouth is
what's gonna is what's gonna let niggas know
Why you bad in your house, an they lie up to your spouse
Told her it was suicide, but you an I
Both knew the truth, for we'd never die
Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob
Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that's your head by the log
I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there
This is hell an we both here
Can you feel it? Tell me yeah"

:earl dropped a tear,
he ould feel where this man was comming from, and at the same time where earl himself had failed. this man spoke of god, te nuturing, the love, and yet the leaving on to find ones own way. that is where he had failed, earl didnt really earn any of this shit. earl jumped up and scambled to the phone, he began to dial...::

((more later, i know half assed, i borrowed that rhyme from a real rapper, and i mean REAL rapper...so fuck all you rok basterds that give all the rappers shit, do all those punk bitchs save a hurch thats goin under, or feed the poor, of give jobs to people who really need one? i thought not. so next time you give a rapper shit just remember its the person that counts, not the color of the skin, the way he dresses, the music he listens to, or even th way he speaks, its who the man is, deep inside. look at the actions, and yet still, look at the little things.and dont be so quick to jump down someones throught for the shit they listen to, or what they do for a liveing.
:evil: [end rant]

((Does that mean yall cant be mean to me if i admited listening to S-Club 7? lol

I dont lol . even though there is nothing wrong with cool cheesy songs. There cool but i just dont own there CD's for obvious rerasons lol

((who's givin rappers sh*t for that? i'll give my rock icons just as much sh*t as i do my rap icons. my favorite musician, Brad Nowell, left his entire family behind when he overdosed on heroine. but on the same token, a lot of rap artists choose to glorify violence. of course there are many who don't, but the ones that do can all bite me. :P

((Just wondering if anyone else had noticed that the last three letters of crap... spells rap? Anyone? Personal feelings only Earl, should not be confused with redneck ranting. FYI, I only Redneck Rant after 6 or 7 Blue... only had 3 so far... might be a post later tonite... never know.