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Thursday, May 04, 2006

The Cat Is Out Of The Bag??:

Well well.This blog is on fire.People tag and tag and tag.Yeah.Some are very hilarious tagging.Hahaha.With all those negative tagging it makes me even more stronger to face the reality.By the way checked out for the new track Guts Or Glory.My inspiration is from the taggers who tagged and give their own opinions on me and my blog.Yeah cool.

Johnny said the correct things.Thanks!.Like a malay saying"Berani buat berani tanggung."So thats it.

English Paper down and a few more papers to go!.


I feel the heat
From these 4 candles burning
As I'm staring out the window
In solitude I look at life
From different angles
Thoughts strangled
My mind is suffocatin'
In this truth quest
A greed law
That we abide by is ruthless
Enough will never satisfy
Until we toothless
Filthy millionaires
Are gamblin' until they muflis
A sad fact of life
But mankind approved this
I gotta call Him
Sajadah is where the booth is
I'll make it clear that
I ain't even tryin' to preach here
By sharing thoughts I hope
To find a little peace here
I thank Allah for blessing me
To be creative
So here's a diss for me
For bein' unappreciative
Wanted a perfect life
Yeah smile then die old
Fame, money, women
Phat cribos and white gold
Drive my own Beemer
Before I hit two six
A straight pink bitin' toothpicks
Who walk around town wit' two chicks
And doin' new hits to woo tricks....
Now that's wrong
Pleasure from partyin'
And bull ish don't last long
A lotta yuppies sneakin'
Cars out when dad's gone
Crackin' bottles in clubs
Frontin' designer fashion
But I ain't about
To trade happiness for a Jag
So stop smilin' with your ragtop down
Cause for a fact
I don't care about your money
Or how slick your car
'Cause no matter how rich and big you are
It's still Allahuakbar...


Janz at8:20 PM