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THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE,
MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY,
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO,
IN THIS HOME, DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES,
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT,
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR,
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED,
A TRUE BRITISH SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO,
OF WHOM I’D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALISED THE FAMILIES,
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS,
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE,
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM,
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN’T HELP WONDER,
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE,
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT,
A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES,
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED,
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON’T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON’T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN’T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL,
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED,
FROM THE COLD NIGHT’S CHILL.

I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE,
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR,
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
This poem was written by a Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to all of the service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.
BE QUICK BEFORE THE POLITICIANS GIVE CHRISTMAS AWAY TO THE VERY PEOPLE THE SOLDIERS ARE OUT THERE FIGHTING.

my mom is part of te armed forces, a medic who was deployed for a year but gone with training for a total of three….i think this represents their lives acceptably. they endure so much and yes are given thanks when they return, but honestly thanks doesnt do much after they fight over there, then have to fight for work and a place in life upon their return. it really is saddening, but they enjoy it too, well the companionship and baddle buddies and friendships for lifetime. so it is true when he says dont weep it is their choice and know what is to come. so with that i wish all who read this a merrt x-mas

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE,
MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY,
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO,
IN THIS HOME, DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES,
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT,
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR,
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED,
A TRUE BRITISH SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO,
OF WHOM I’D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALISED THE FAMILIES,
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS,
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE,
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM,
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN’T HELP WONDER,
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE,
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT,
A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES,
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED,
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON’T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON’T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN’T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL,
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED,
FROM THE COLD NIGHT’S CHILL.

I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE,
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR,
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
This poem was written by a Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to all of the service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.
BE QUICK BEFORE THE POLITICIANS GIVE CHRISTMAS AWAY TO THE VERY PEOPLE THE SOLDIERS ARE OUT THERE FIGHTING.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lbH0YqrCqY

here’s the reading of the poem

Happy Solar Calendar New Year! (Dec. 25th lol)

Another late night reflecting on my life
Sortin out the anger, dealin with the strife
Tryin’ to be a millionaire and God’s my only lifeline
Am I a rapper or a poet? I’m tryin to find the fine line
Sober thoughts keep me haunted, afraid of my own mind
Still, I roam the unknown, wonderin’ how life unwinds
Just late night dreams and visions of being happy
Tryna not sound sappy as I pour my soul on this rap sheet
Not gifted, but cursed for being too conscious
Strong willed and unwilling to give in to all the nonsense
Life is passing and Destiny’s calling, will I accept the charges?
Just a soldier in the army of God and Victory is my next target

So…yea. Just a late night, decided to write something for the first time. What do you think?

Its reasonably decent (personally if its rhymes it sound better in rap) but aside from that its a good first try.

Another late night reflecting on my life
Sortin out the anger, dealin with the strife
Tryin’ to be a millionaire and God’s my only lifeline
Am I a rapper or a poet? I’m tryin to find the fine line
Sober thoughts keep me haunted, afraid of my own mind
Still, I roam the unknown, wonderin’ how life unwinds
Just late night dreams and visions of being happy
Tryna not sound sappy as I pour my soul on this rap sheet
Not gifted, but cursed for being too conscious
Strong willed and unwilling to give in to all the nonsense
Life is passing and Destiny’s calling, will I accept the charges?
Just a soldier in the army of God and Victory is my next target

What do you think?

You’ve got some talent—-just don’t try to express too much thought in each line—it bogs the reader down, and interupts your flow.Your thinking is good here—–Keep Reading—Seeing—and Writing—————-william

OK…. You already know my situation and question, so let me tell you who I REALLY am: I’m currently a high school senior. I’m a nice guy who’s more than willing to help anyone out. I work out nearly everyday and I find myself really funny, even if what I do can emberrass myself, all I want to do is make anyone smile and laugh. I’ve seen many questions like the one I’m asking right now but let me ask you this: How painful is it when you give someone so much, yet you receive so little?

Ever since my freshman year, I’ve been there for the girls who I thought liked me for who I was. Then tell me that I’m really sweet but they don’t want a relationship with me. I’ve always started out first as a good friend to them, then I would tell them I would always be there for them, no matter what even if I would take a bullet for them. I guess being sweet isn’t not enough to earn a girl’s heart. What am I doing wrong? Just recently this year, I met someone who I knew from the start she had a big heart. She would always tell me that I am so sweet, even more than her boyfriend who at that time treated her like trash. One day, she asked me if I thought she was a bad person and I told her the best stuff that I thought she would like me. Then two weeks later, she broke up with her trash-giving boyfriend and I thought it would be my chance,however….. she chose someone else. I just felt so misrable that I attempt to commit suicide, which made the girl I liked report it to my guidence counselor. She told me the reason why she had to tell my counselor because she told me cares about me,that she doesn’t want me to join the U.S Army as a combat nurse. I just don’t know what to believe. How can she care about me if she doesn’t even like me? My life sucks so much that I’ve given up all the things I’ve wanted to be and that is to be a combat nurse.

I think that if I join the army, I would be loved by that special someone because I would die for her from a bullet from a gun or stab from a knife. I guess girls these days take it as a joke. I would rather be a soldier rather than be a priest, which people humiliatedly told me that and say I will never get married. Just what is wrong with me. My life sucks because no one has hired me for jobs I applied for, because my parents won’t let me stay out late, and because they won’t let me use any of their cars. Why can’t I be trusted to do something by myself for once in my life?

I’m a catholic and I would pray to god asking him "When will that special someone come into my life?" and he would to me he’s working on it. I’ve waited and worked hard to get someone but in the end, I mess up. I even get jealous of my close friends being in relationships that I would go find a corner and sit & cry. I even didn’t even go to my sister’s wedding because I know I would get drunk and get sober until the next day or two.My sister just doesn’t know how I feel.

I just thought that when you’re 18, something good will come to you.What am I messing up? What am I missing in my life? I just wish someone who is beautiful with a caring and loving personality will care about me more than anyone, who would be there for me no matter what when I’m mad or sad, who would tell me that she is more than grateful to god that she has someone like me in her life and most of all, who would say "I love you" to me and really mean it for who I really am. What can I do?

Honestly you can’t buy love, I understand what you’re going through and trust me it’s okay to feel that way at times. But you’re still young! Don’t drown yourself with unpositive things! Think about how great it is to be able to live, maybe to you this may sound like sh!t but I mean you just have to understand life with eventually meet up with you.
Just think of how great it is to be surrounded by your friends for example that girl that reported you to the guidance counselor. You don’t need to be in a relationship with her to realize what a great friend she is.
You need to remember what a great person you are.
As for the problem with you parents, that’s something you need to sit down and talk about,
Maybe ask them to give a little bit more independence but honestly there’s no point in arguing with them.
So no need to pressure yourself, like you said yourself. You will find someone someday just not at this very moment. And that is okay, you just need to stable yourself because you are entering a stage of depression. and if you don’t act now if maybe too late. :/
Good luck

I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe’s rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my stomach settle down
Then fell into the shower as to let the funk drown
Put Degree under my arms, turned off the alarm
You only set it to regret it
A million things to do but work is where I’m headed
The dreaded grindstone on the edge of my bed
I sit and let my mind zone on how fun last night was
Started with a light buzz that slowly progressed into a full blown fade
I was trying to get laid, but, got no action
It was back to the crib for personal satisfaction
Triple X, dvd’s, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It seems I have 15 minutes to make the 20 minute ride it takes to get to work
So I fly out the door while I’m putting on my shirt
Start the car and then I’m off to get in trouble with my boss
He runs his mouth like a bitch sometimes I wish he’d lay me off
So that I could lay him out with one little punch right to his fat ass mouth
But now I’m assed out, ’cause these fools on the freeway
be driving like they ain’t got nowhere to go
You know those fucks in the fastlane moving hella slow
Got me yelling at my windshield
Now it’s like 10 ’till I want to call in
Man I think it everyday but I’m not ballin’
So I got to go get paid and continue the charade of
Customer service since I don’t get commission
My efforts seem worthless thanks and have a nice day
‘Cause what I got to say even if they were rude
And gave me attitude it’s a shame what I have to do to get written fool

Not brilliant, but not bad…I’d give it a solid 7/10

"i was bold until told not to take any action
so i was forced to watch my friend get blown into fractions
it was a little boy dressed in average fashions
opened up his shirt and c-4 went blastin
my friend went all over the place
to this day i still feel him all over my face"
this is what i heard from a soldier
who came back from the war thats over
in a world like this its hard to stay sober
innocent people missin all over the news
and the guilty get away without paying the dews
did you know we had osama but let him loose
and everyone pressurin obama whens the war threw
but cant you see its not obama it all the oil companys
they run the political game with all the money
you sit watchin family guy thinkin its funny
hey Seth McFarland i want you to hear me
why dont you go give some cash to those kids on TV
or take a walk down 5th street
and give a lilttle to every homeless person you see
honestly i have a very strong beleif
of going downtown and find a hungry mouth to feed
i walk with ‘em and give ‘em what they need
some hope, an ear and presence as a present
and then they say they wont forget me
now you see they gain a change in life and i gain a memory
its the most important thing when i feel down and empty
i think of seth
what if i never met him on the brink of death"

(no chorus yet)

back in 1977 tupac said
"we need to make some changes"
but we still treat’n each other like strangers
everyone is treat’n another like their dangers
and how can it be right to hit baby’s in mangers
and all the E, Coke, and rocks have all got to stop
**** the war on cops all the gun shots just increase gang pop
and its all cool until your brother drops
and you see another cold, pale face in a box
everyone runnin around crazed like a fox
and it all underlines the monster inside
we killin each other over pride
i got love for everyone, but i can’t let a rapist slide or stand by myside
the familiar streets turned red with crime its a war zone now,
i wanna know where you gonna send your kid when its cold out now
because everyone’s icy towards humans
maybe it’d be different if we weren’t short fuses
i hear about a 7 year old girl sexually abused
this **** makes me wanna puke
and what the **** does everyone do?
sheds a tear and goes back to the swine flu
it’s not that sick until rape happens to you
and what about the Catholics and the Jews
in the middle east think about the **** they go threw
you always hear about bombs on the news
but not how Osama was let loose
we fuel this war because of HeZues
honestly i think we all need to grow up
soldiers raping foreigners i think i’ve heard enough
i am going to go appreciate the stuff i’ve been given
unlike you i’ve had a life worth livin

I’m an Army Vet and can probably relate on a different level than a lot of people. However, you had a few bad grammatical errors that could mislead people on your lyrics…"paying the dews" should be "dues"……pressuring Obama (always capitalize the Presidents name..it’s a common courtesy) (there were a few more but I don’t like to be too critical.
I think your subject matter is excellent but you tended to ramble from one subject to another too quickly without delivering a punchline. I understand that you are worried about the state of affairs in the world and a lot more rappers seriously need to be and you should continue to work on your lyrics because "socially conscious" rap is becoming much more popular than ever before and more people are listening to it than ever before. The overal "concept" is great.
Never give up on a dream. You’ve got talent or you couldn’t have gotten this many ideas together on a single piece of paper about what is wrong with humanity. Sit down and try to make it a bit tighter and then post it again. It isn’t bad, just needs some touch up. Keep up the good work.
7.2/10
Peace, Love & Happiness

This isn’t much of a question.
Just a Fan Page…
R.I.P ODB
you’ll always be remembered.
One of My Most Favourite Wu Tang Clan: Triumph, Next to C.R.E.A.M, Gravel Pit, Da Mystery of ChessBoxin, and… well ALL Wu Tang Songs Are AMAZING
Didnt Have Enough Space To Put The Whole Song Sorry Mastakilla, Ghostface Killah And Raekwon.

"Triumph"

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
What y’all thought y’all wasn’t gon’ see me?
I’m the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker
It’s like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
Let’s do it like this
I’ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let’s take it back to seventy-nine

[Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies
and hypothesis can’t define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B’s sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B’s ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

[Method Man]
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It’s my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standin firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and (A Streetcar Named Desire), who got my back?
In the line of fire holdin back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap
It’s court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain’t got ta tell you where it’s coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

[Cappadonna]
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary ‘Donna talkin
Tell your story walkin
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
catalogues for all y’all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

[U-God]
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it’s war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

[RZA]
Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn’t hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Dragon’s Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebrum cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
now terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck, I’m duckin five-year probation

[GZA]
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song
Rate This Song Aswell

R.I.P ODB
10/10
Great Song And Even Better Lyrics

If you are a rapper and know how to flow a little fast then rate this.
this will be performed at my 6th show. I won battles to lol. btw im a girl
Constructive Criticism please.

Heres a beat:

lets chug a brew and then shotgun two as we double shoot some hundred proof
get the funnel used with jungle juice and if someone pukes we cut em loose
chuggin goldschlager like cups of cold water chasin with vodka to make it stronger
Never sang like Frank Sintra cuz im grungy as Nirvana

So lets go get some scorpion bowls till your pouring your soul in that porcelain bowl
You corny clones with horrible flows couldn’t make an accordion fold
Sober or stoned im glowing like strobe lights with a gold mic
A soldier of stone thats so hype – i ain’t sleeping all night

You ready to go? then all right whenever I flow – my bars tight
Yall weak the the rhymes you leaving em tired sleeping like a long flight
My crew be bouncing on these bouncers in the bar fight
So if you tbe the hard type you’ll be living short lifes

So lets get loco off the soco smoking on that acapulco gold
Untill we stopped by popo and they ****** wanna photo
I dont want no mug-shot I want a mug and some shots
Of beer and liquor in a river untill my liver just stops

I genuinely like that, as far as a rap goes.