Randomness, but good stuff none the less...
a friends writing about graduation.. year 2000
A Rap written by a friend...
There is 14 days of school left in my high school career. I'm finally the senior i never thought i would be. It's my senior skip day, my yearbook, my graduation. People are tossing yearbooks left and right, and i can't seem to say whati really feel and think. There isnt enough room in the entire book..there are too many memories to throw them all down on paper. Soon we will all be leaving the institution we have all grown sick of; but i dont think we've realized the security and safety we're leaving behind as well.

There are so many people...friends I'm going to miss seeing dai in and day out. Keeping in mind college, everyones saying "keep in touch' but in reality its almost impossible to keep track of everyone in the way we'd like. And thats just dealing with our closest friends... Theres also those people who've grown on you this past year that you've gradually learned to like, or that one person that you'd never had a class with until senior year...Honors english..and you realize that you'll miss chatting with them before and during class. those are the people that you're likely to see at reunions but never in between...even though you may wish to..

Teachers. in highschool, its difficult to get close to them without worrying what other people will think. But we all know that they've given us 4 years of their life... and we've given them 4 years as well. Like our parents, they've had to grow with us, and help us adjust to the world. So as much as we might not like to admit it, we need to thank our teachers for sticking with us and believing in us and seeing us throughout education.

Parents..Those peopole who have made us who we are while we deviate into our own person. One minute arguing with us, trying to maintain that parental authoritative grip, the next minute watching us take our first steps into reality, into the unprotected, uncensored real world. College is going to be a big step for them as it will be for us. We're finally flying the nest and breaking free without giving a second thought of those who gave us our wings. We need to remember and look back every now and then and show gratitude to the people who got us to where we are today.

Highschool has been a time of learning, growing, and making memories. It goes by a lot faster than ever anticipated and its only now, when i look back at it all that i find myself grabbing at every bit of the past trying to have some sense of security. I realize that the future is all in my hands now and that highschool was just a stepping stone, where i have all my experiences and lessons all packed up and ready to go to battle. You can't escape forever, and for most, forever starts now.
The Constitution:
I will not give up, and i will not give a f*ck about what they say im supposed to be
except for those who are close to me
I will not sit back and take the worlds attacks
politicians watching their money stack
playing this country like a game of jacks
I will not relent , and you wont hear me repent
for sending a message to all the youth
dont be withheld from the truth, its not about the whole, its not about the individual, its about the corporate CEO's
Stacking bills through peoples lives they sell
Its not about originality, its not about individuality, its about conforming to everyone else
and if you cant change yourself,
who cares if you like who you are, who cares if you think you're a superstar
you're opinion doesnt count unless your on top, but who will stand up and make it stop?
HOOK:
I will take a stand, i will take a stand
Let everyone know across the land
i am here to take a stand
who will stand with me?
We will refuse to be drowned out
until everyone know what we're all about

I refuse to be unknown I refuse to be anonymous
i refuse to stand alone
I wont stop till there are more of us, we will not fight in vain
we won't fight for their gain, that would just be insane...this is for those who feel true pain
remember, we dont matter, we arent at the top of the ladder, we're supposed to sit here getting sadder.
getting torn, broken and battered
dont ruin the revolution, written here in the constitution
we dont need movement pollution
self destruction is not a solution, there were many people who stood in the past but they were quote "evil" and did not last
they always got assasinated, and today we dont even know what their name is.
another rap by the same guy:
A short song for someone special..
One day, you told me about how you wanted to die- right then and there without leaving a reason why- i didnt even know yhou were gonna to it till we said bye- but when you did i started to break down and cry.
I started to shake, scared of what coulda been, you didnt do it, but i've been scared for you ever since. I 've known many people who have tried it or going to but this time it was different, this time it was you...
HOOK:
Girl, you know i'd miss you so..please dont do it!
I'd never try to diss you so...Please dont do it!
You know I'm here for you and i see you in this pain and those who give it to you give me alot of rage..

Now you seem so sad, seems like your problems grew, i just wish i could help,i dont know what to do, you say your parents are testing you for weed, you say no one cares, i should just do the deed, you say your dying anyway, cuz your liver bleeds, i just dont wanna miss you sooner than i need, you've told me not to worry, but i think that thats crap. nothing personal i dont mean that as a slap, its not that i dont believe you, cuz i really do i just think that things could change, and rather quickly too
If things get hard, you know where i live, im always here for ya, its no trouble to give, I think if you try you've have much longer to live..and i think you'll be happier too if you learn to forgive, that may be hard in all your tuff circumstances but not worrying so much about fags helps and relaxes, lots of people are assholes, dont worry about their gags( i had to look that word up, it means jokes) I know me and others would be said if you werent here so please give us your presence, for atleast another year...
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