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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:12:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i guarantee a tear WILL drop</title>
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  <description>&amp;quot; you never know &amp;quot; - immortal technique ft jean grae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt; She was on her way to becoming a college graduate Wouldn&apos;t even stop to talk to the average kid &lt;br /&gt;The type of latina I&apos;d sit and contemplate marriage with &lt;br /&gt;Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire &lt;br /&gt;Disciplined, intellectual beauty&apos;s what I desire &lt;br /&gt;Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez &lt;br /&gt;Everyone told me, kickin&apos; it to her was hopeless &lt;br /&gt;At first I just thought, she didn&apos;t mess with broke kids &lt;br /&gt;The thug niggas always talking about, how they smoke kids &lt;br /&gt;But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I&apos;m not even interested&amp;quot; is what her body language would say &lt;br /&gt;Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it It didn&apos;t matter how good your game was, she wasn&apos;t with it&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn&apos;t admit it &lt;br /&gt;Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it &lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause they regretted the long list of niggas that they let hit it And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald&apos;s and did-dick &lt;br /&gt;Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it &lt;br /&gt;She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy &lt;br /&gt;But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn&apos;t a cure&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Hook - Jean Grae]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Don&apos;t you know that, time waits for no man &lt;br /&gt;Not fate, it&apos;s all planned I&apos;m blessed just to know you I&apos;ve loved and I&apos;ve lost just to hold you all night&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can&apos;t find, a reason why God came, between you and I &lt;i&gt;If I had the chance again, I&apos;d never let you go Hold tight to your love, &apos;cause you never know&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That I wasn&apos;t just another nigga trying to get in it &lt;br /&gt;So every now and then we&apos;d stop and talk for a minute I didn&apos;t have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours &lt;br /&gt;On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers &lt;br /&gt;Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin&apos;s baby shower &lt;br /&gt;We talked about, power to the people and such &lt;br /&gt;We spent more time together butit was never enough I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel I was too interested, in keeping it real &lt;br /&gt;Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me &amp;quot;carino&amp;quot;, And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks &lt;br /&gt;Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak It was because of her, &lt;br /&gt;I even deaded all of my freaks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She convinced me, to stop hangin&apos; out on the streets To stop robbin&apos; and stealin&apos;, from people like you&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronx Zoo We sailed del Barrio and the Metropolitan too &lt;br /&gt;Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn&apos;t live without her so I told her, facing my fears &lt;br /&gt;But honey&apos;s only response, was a face full of tears&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight I tried to speak, but she wouldn&apos;t stop until I left sight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light &lt;br /&gt;Except I didn&apos;t burn, I turned cold after that night&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Hook] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt; I went on with my life, college and my career &lt;br /&gt;Ended up locked up like an animal for a year Where the C.O.&apos;s talk to you like they were the overseer &lt;br /&gt;Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near &lt;br /&gt;At night in my cell, I&apos;d close my eyes and I&apos;d see her &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer came back, in tact and on track &lt;br /&gt;But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin&apos; at home &lt;br /&gt;My real niggas would catch me thinkin&apos;, out of my zone &lt;br /&gt;Fuckin&apos; lots of different women, but I still felt alone Relatively well-known around the New York underground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though gone physically, somehow it was still there&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear &lt;br /&gt;So I went and visited the building where she used to live &lt;br /&gt;The world looks a lot different after you do a bid &lt;br /&gt;The way your life done changed While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game &lt;br /&gt;Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin&apos; cocaine &lt;br /&gt;Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name &lt;br /&gt;Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother ought to &lt;br /&gt;But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Hook]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; [Verse 4]&lt;br /&gt; She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind &lt;br /&gt;She had left it there waiting, for such a long time I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed &lt;br /&gt;She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst &lt;br /&gt;Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door &lt;br /&gt;And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves you more than me carino&amp;quot; is what the letter said&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;By the time you get to read this, I&apos;ll probably be dead &lt;br /&gt;But when you left in &apos;97 a part of me went to Heaven &lt;br /&gt;I thank God at least I got to know what love really was &lt;br /&gt;But it hurt me, to see what true love really does &lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause even though we never made love, &lt;br /&gt;you were all that there was It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave &lt;br /&gt;You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe &lt;br /&gt;And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me &lt;br /&gt;This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Baby don&apos;t you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993 &lt;br /&gt;I died a virgin, I wish I could&apos;ve given myself to you &lt;br /&gt;I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you &lt;br /&gt;Promise that you&apos;ll meet me in paradise inevitably &lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I&apos;ll keep your love forever with me&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur &lt;br /&gt;But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her &lt;br /&gt;She was buried on August 3rd The story ends without a sequel &lt;h2&gt;And now you know why Technique, don&apos;t fucking fall in love with people &lt;br /&gt;Hold the person that you love closely if they&apos;re next to you &lt;br /&gt;The one you love, not the person that&apos;ll simply have sex with you &lt;br /&gt;Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond &lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause you never really know what you got, until it&apos;s gone&lt;/h2&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 15:50:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you piss me off.</title>
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  <description>simply, you just piss me off. youre just lucky i wont knock your fucking brains out. i did it before, be happy im not doing it again. just fuck off, really .. i hate you enough, always did. stupid bitch, get your own life .. dont be fucking around with him.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 20:08:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>foool</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;ewww. april fools, hmm&amp;nbsp;we had&amp;nbsp;no power around the area&amp;nbsp;for like an hour before lunch. &amp;amp; i couldnt buy lunch since the pizza store was closed&amp;nbsp;but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;HB MYLES DELFIN&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;, hope you had a GOOOD one 8)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <category>kelly garcia</category>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 00:39:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>im sorry.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;baby, im sorrry for everything. i promise that i dont mean to get mad all the time. i actually hate myself you getting mad at you all the time. and you must admit, it is all my fault. i hope you know that no matter how much we fight, or how long we fight for, i still love you, and&lt;i&gt; i will never lose feelings for you&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;never stop talking to you&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;i will&amp;nbsp;never leave you&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;i promise&lt;/font&gt;. im sorry for always getting mad at you. and im sorry i keep breaking my promises. its &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;all&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;my fault, baby im reallllly sorry. and thank you baby for forgiving me all the time. i just wish we never fight, or be mad or sad, because people see my _ _ _ _ and they say its really bad. and they &lt;u&gt;WILL&lt;/u&gt; scar me, forever. &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;baby, im sorry and&amp;nbsp;i hope you forgive me :(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-kg</description>
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