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Name: Scott
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Birthday: 8/21/1982
Gender: Male


Occupation: Student
Industry: Real Estate


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Member Since: 4/19/2003

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Thursday, September 01, 2005

Every year this time, thousand's freshmen enter the school and searching for a mate.

Season for love...

Wooooo

I'm searching for....a job. And try to graduate.

I CAN NOT FAIL CHEM115, I'll DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO PASS!!!

 


Sunday, August 28, 2005

Pray4bettaDayz   TUPAC SHAKUR

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids
wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through
Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin victims screamin
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I'd love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
It's up to us to clean up the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days
Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Still dressin like grown men when rollin
I went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin marks
Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin you well, I know it's hell
Doin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail
And me I'm doin cool
I settled down, had a family, workin in night school
Every once in a while, I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
I miss the better days

I guess a year of real estate experience in chicago towndown project truly open up my eye on how the society work as a whole. For the first time of my life, I felt that I'm on a vacation for the fall semseter. So thanksful for everything, the education I'm getting, the food I'm eating, the living space I got in hawkins and the CoRec. Most important at all, I'm breathing and lots of ppl couldn't do that.


Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Jesus wept