This weekend was FAR to strange.. and ex, and old mate a 'cow' in her words who I havnt spoken to in 2 years decided at a party on the weekend she would apologise to me.. I dont understand why, everything we said is floating round in my mind, it shouldnt be, but it is.. its just crazy that after 2 years we seem to have 'made - up'. We talked for a good 2 hours, it was just like an alien world, yet one I fully know about and have been there before on multiple occasions, ah well.. Guess thats one less person to hate me..
Eminem. Why do I like you so much? 'Well ima tell them'
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make..
..Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?.....
.....They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon"
I love Eminem because I understand him. His music makes sense to me, I 'feels like they can relate'.. all music does this to me.. but Eminem has a better way of telling it - real life shit. Not half made up bull-shit. I can relate to him, I know what he's saying and I understand..
"They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? "
"but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail"
"It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
Now, if you still dont understand and arent picking up what im putting down.. then you do NOT relate to music..
Because you probably dont, Im going to spell it out for you..
He writes about problems
He writes about his parents
He writes about drugs
He writes about relationships
He writes about love
He writes about hate
He writes about his daughters [i relate it to my silbling]
I feel like i can connect to him. He relaxes me, calms me down, puts me 'in a better place'.. makes me who i am.
Take it easy
Superman..Beesley..Twat