<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813941407824902052</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:31:40.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HomewOrk is Not SuPer CoOl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813941407824902052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01199974109664888373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqwbyWLFT8U/SNw5RwA9jHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g1za5A6rLFg/S220/Fablelokum.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813941407824902052.post-2744331988960952221</id><published>2008-11-07T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:51:02.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqwbyWLFT8U/SRUjTP7CR-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/IMTlNilMNxA/s1600-h/nhra_lv_2005-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqwbyWLFT8U/SRUjTP7CR-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/IMTlNilMNxA/s320/nhra_lv_2005-09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266154152878295010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the tires peeling out from the track as they start their drag race.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the engine roaring burning up the gas.&lt;br /&gt;I hear people going crazy screaming on top of their lungs.&lt;br /&gt;I hear linkin park at the far end of the racing track.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the announcer rooting for a driver all time champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taste the butter coming off the popcorn as i take a big chunk of it.&lt;br /&gt;I taste the refreshing bud light running down my troat.&lt;br /&gt;I taste the burp of hot Cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;I taste this BIG weenie with filling of me yo!&lt;br /&gt;I taste the after taste of medicine. uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel people jumping on top of me!&lt;br /&gt;I feel the benches vibrating as the cars drag off.&lt;br /&gt;I feel my mom griping my hand as she slips off the bench when some idiot bump into her.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the echo bunchy off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the awesome texture of icy drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell the sweat of people which is not very delighting.&lt;br /&gt;I smell the barbecue ribs they grilling a few yards away.&lt;br /&gt;I smell the gas that's getting burn every time they hit the throttle.&lt;br /&gt;I smell the cigarettes that a few of people are smokin' a couple feet away.&lt;br /&gt;I smell my brothers bad breath! :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people jumping up and down as they win a bet!&lt;br /&gt;I see lights going from red....... to green.&lt;br /&gt;I see the racers assistance checking up the car.&lt;br /&gt;I see my brother staring at a girl's rack??&lt;br /&gt;I see my mom smacking my brother for what he is doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813941407824902052-2744331988960952221?l=csoto09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/2744331988960952221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813941407824902052&amp;postID=2744331988960952221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813941407824902052/posts/default/2744331988960952221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813941407824902052/posts/default/2744331988960952221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hear-tires-peeling-out-from-track-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Fable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01199974109664888373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqwbyWLFT8U/SNw5RwA9jHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g1za5A6rLFg/S220/Fablelokum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqwbyWLFT8U/SRUjTP7CR-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/IMTlNilMNxA/s72-c/nhra_lv_2005-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813941407824902052.post-59182932115159968</id><published>2008-10-19T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:45:12.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewrite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;It started with a basic little conversation with questions.&lt;br /&gt;The ones you have with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;What were you doin' there?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Was it your problem?&lt;br /&gt;And tell me Karlos did you get anything out of it?&lt;br /&gt;I mean my day was going pretty sweet in till 8:33 Pm.&lt;br /&gt;I snapped.&lt;br /&gt;What else can a cat like me do when they assume the conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;To top it off in back of my head I could hear this voice underneath my skin telling' me that she had something to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my guts and organs twist with so much hate every time I hear her name and knowing' that she had something to do with it made it worst.&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the living room wanting to spark one up knowing it could relax my pain, stress, frustration.Never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;I got on the phone I thought that could help I could feel the Goosebumps all over my body once I heard her voice in-between my hate and joy I repeated to my self that this one aint like the others this one always made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Jump on the liberty.&lt;br /&gt;Catch a frappuccino before hitting her house.&lt;br /&gt;Step out of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Once I touched her &lt;strong&gt;lips&lt;/strong&gt; I could feel my RPMs blowin up to 7 my heart raisin' to &lt;strong&gt;333&lt;/strong&gt; beats per seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s how my Saturday night was.&lt;br /&gt;How was yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRYwCDK6sjY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRYwCDK6sjY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813941407824902052-59182932115159968?l=csoto09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/59182932115159968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813941407824902052&amp;postID=59182932115159968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813941407824902052/posts/default/59182932115159968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813941407824902052/posts/default/59182932115159968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/freewrite.html' title='Freewrite.'/><author><name>Fable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01199974109664888373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqwbyWLFT8U/SNw5RwA9jHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g1za5A6rLFg/S220/Fablelokum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813941407824902052.post-4281750688590578117</id><published>2008-10-12T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:23:05.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me take you to the setting where I found my character.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't like to say its the best looking neighborhood some call it happy valley and others El Sereno.&lt;br /&gt;I would call it a place were I get away from hearing a elder women around her late thirties screaming behind my bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;I seen my character stepping' out of his lifted up ram 2500 pretty happy visiting' the south.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell he was a visiting his license plates had Oregon printed all over them.&lt;br /&gt;FIFO is the name I give my character. FIFO is visiting the south to pick up some merchandise but before he made his transaction and heads up north he stops by and checks up on his brother and his nephews and unfortunately his sister in law.&lt;br /&gt;You could tell FIFO wasn't you typical 30 years old men.&lt;br /&gt;He has two daughters and a boy coming soon in about 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;He hardly knows about his daughters by this time you could tell this cat is not so responsible.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is the fact that he couldn’t not get along with his baby momma truth is even though he doesn’t see his children his conscious always killing him He prays to god that he doesn’t do the same mistake and abandon his child. He is really proud to say he is sinaloense by the way he screams out PURO SINALOA while he kicks back drinking some tecates with his brother and listens to El TIGRILLO PALMA trying to enjoy every seconds not knowing if he ever sees tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813941407824902052-4281750688590578117?l=csoto09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/4281750688590578117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813941407824902052&amp;postID=4281750688590578117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813941407824902052/posts/default/4281750688590578117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813941407824902052/posts/default/4281750688590578117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/character.html' title='Character'/><author><name>Fable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01199974109664888373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqwbyWLFT8U/SNw5RwA9jHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g1za5A6rLFg/S220/Fablelokum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813941407824902052.post-8880823592606415520</id><published>2008-09-29T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:35:09.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respond to LYrIcS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Song Title "Hailies Song"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Artist "Eminem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNNVLwHyXNk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNNVLwHyXNk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Intro - Spoken]Yo, I can't sing itI feel like singin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanna f*****' singCuz I'm happyYeah, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm happyHa HaI got my baby backYo, check it out &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Verse 1 - Sung]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some days I sit, starin' out the window&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Watchin' this world pass me by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes I think theres nothin' to live for&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I almost break down and cry &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes I think I'm crazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm crazy, oh so crazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why am I here, am I just wasting my time? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But then I see my baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Suddenly I'm not crazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It all makes sense when I look into her eyes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone's leanin' on me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But then she comes back to me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Verse 2 - Sung]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My baby girl [Hailie laughs] keeps gettin' olderI watch her grow up with pride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People make jokes, cuz they don't understand me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They just don't see my real side &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I act like s*** don't phase me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside it drives me crazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My insecurities could eat me alive &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But then I see my baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Suddenly I'm not crazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It all makes sense when I look into her eyes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Verse 3 - Rapped]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singing this song to my daughter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I could hit the notes, I'd blow something as long as my father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mum didn't abort&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now you probably get this picture from my public persona&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That I'm a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cuz there's a lot of s*** I keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' my soul,And just know that I grow colder the older I grow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this load is like the weight of the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I think my neck is breaking should I just give up,Or try to live up to these expectations?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself,But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin'hell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealtSo many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But the years that I've wasted are nothing to the tears that I've tasted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So here's what I'm facin': 3 felonies, 6 years of probation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've taken bats to peoples backs, bent over backwards for this womanMan, I shoulda seen it comin', why'd I stick my penis up in?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Woulda ripped the pre-nup up if I'd seen what she was f****' But f**** it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no moreI got my baby, baby the only lady that I adore, Hailie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My baby's travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shiftedIt's like the greatest gift you can getThe weight has been lifted Now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone's leanin' on meCuz my baby know's that her daddy's a soldierNothin' can take her from me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Outro - Spoken]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Woo!I told you I can't sing.Oh well, I triedHailie, 'member when I saidIf you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?Well guess what? Daddy's here.And I ain't goin'nowhere babyI love you! (kiss)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Song Response&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" I could relate to this song in one way! I have a daughter her name is hailey thats one main reason and another way i have diffculites with her mom!! I also could say that my daughter is everything to me! The song makes me feel like i have someone to think about someone that is looking up to me? I think eminem was feeling like he could do nearly the impossible for his daughter that she is his first priorty! Eminem is the type of person that always gettin judge by the press right off the bat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813941407824902052-8880823592606415520?l=csoto09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/8880823592606415520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813941407824902052&amp;postID=8880823592606415520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813941407824902052/posts/default/8880823592606415520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813941407824902052/posts/default/8880823592606415520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/musik-speaks-for-me.html' title='Respond to LYrIcS'/><author><name>Fable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01199974109664888373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqwbyWLFT8U/SNw5RwA9jHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g1za5A6rLFg/S220/Fablelokum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813941407824902052.post-7800555104680114587</id><published>2008-09-22T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:31:12.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio PoEm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The name is Carlos Johajan Soto&lt;br /&gt;Child of Juan C. Soto &amp;amp; Beatriz Garcia&lt;br /&gt;Who loves his super cool dream car "Subaru Wrx STi "&lt;br /&gt;Who hates fake people&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to Sinaloa&lt;br /&gt;Who wishes he would've met his grandpa from Dad's side&lt;br /&gt;Who is scared of gettin' in a car Crash!&lt;br /&gt;Who dreams of this one Girl&lt;br /&gt;Who is determine to do all he can to have a good future&lt;br /&gt;Who values his Possies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who is proud of his Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who graduated from SUPER FAST RACIN' academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who stays in Los Angeles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carlos Johajan Soto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4813941407824902052-7800555104680114587?l=csoto09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/7800555104680114587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4813941407824902052&amp;postID=7800555104680114587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813941407824902052/posts/default/7800555104680114587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4813941407824902052/posts/default/7800555104680114587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csoto09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/bio-poem.html' title='Bio PoEm'/><author><name>Fable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01199974109664888373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqwbyWLFT8U/SNw5RwA9jHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g1za5A6rLFg/S220/Fablelokum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
