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Name: Susan
State: California
Metro: San Diego
Gender: Female
Interests: God.
I am really into different cultures.
I love sports.
I love to hang out with those people in my life that I love like no other.
I love to shop ;]
I love slam poetry.
Undergroud Hip-Hop and just Music <333
Practically anything.
Expertise: "There's gonna be some stuff u gonna see that's gonna make it hard To smile in the future, but through whatever you see, Through all the rain and all the pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor. You gotta be able to smile through all this bullsh*t."-2pac
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/7/2003
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| A Shot Out To My Love Megan( there was no room in my profile so here is an entire entry to you my girl... )
Wow, where do I even start  ...You are like a sister to me and that's no joke. I love you so much, you are like the little sister I never had . You and your whole family have been a main part in my life since I was like 5 and I cherish you all! I love when we get to hang out and act all goofy, swim for hours, or even talk about the things that aren't so pleasant in life ..the times when you call me Dr. Seuss, haha. I love that you feel that you can come to me for help with things that are going on in your life... even when we haven't talked for what seems like forever. I am always here for you mija! You are growing up so fast..don't always want to grow up faster than you already are. I was your age once and people tried to tell me the same thing, but now that I am somewhat older I realize I will never get to be that age again . So, overall you can always come to me WHENEVER..and I am here for you. I love you so much..you really have no idea...
 <3 Okay "hun" lol
*I n s i d e J o k e*
Radom quote that I really like :
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| New Song on here...take the time to listen to tha whole thang...1
[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods [come on]
Precious metals round our necks and arms [yea]
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods [come on]
Precious metals round our necks and arms [yea]
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
Whatever in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look
Its never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind
Then begin again
My hood is the ghetto
[Verse 1: Common]
Black magic in the hood, its tragic but understood
Crack addicts,crack windows, crack wood
Even whats bad becomes good, status becomes stood
Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show
Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushing children
Fiends lips peeling, shit seems real and
What's real is the estate of mind that we're in
The situation feels great
My man peels weight, so he can fill plates
You might get love but you still feel hate
Through and chain plates, we communicate
Chicago to brooklyn nigga real ones do relate
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
If lyrics sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do a record with common sense
Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics
Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea
It's the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare
Nowadays they'll shot you where they used to shoot the fair
Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talking about
From New York to the South, take off your shoes when you walk in the house
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
Whatever in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look
Its never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind
Then begin again
My hood is the ghetto
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Yo
I grew up where they're playing skele in the parking lot
And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
Buildings too big so you don't really see the stars a lot
But rapping, drinking, and going to prison you see them bars a lot
I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart
And always keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart
Hip hop is really the art
We have to express the part of ourselves that make us want to martyr ourselves
It ain't harder to tell when somebody stick you up and put the hammer to you
They want them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu
With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a hundred or more
[Verse 4: Common]
A man in front of the store, begging for money and mercy
I told him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me
Niggaz is thirsty, I heard it's a drought
Up early, serving from their grandmother's house
Sometime the ghetto feels desolate, yo the eyes of the hood yo is desperate
Effected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard
Either get by or get god, but but you try to get by
It's like the block keep blocking
You try to make moves, its like the car just keep stopping
We shorties in the court, need cochran yea
I tell them why the weed seeds popping, in the game you need options
No time for feet watching, me and kwe keep rocking for the ghetto
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton] [2x]
Whatever in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look
Its never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind
Then begin again
My hood is the ghetto
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| Hey people...I am thinking about quiting this whole xanga thing. I am not sure. It just seems like no one really reads this anyways, ya know? So yea, leave comments and tell me what you think. The only reason I will keep this up is for YA'LL. So yea, if not, then this is my last entry.1
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About Your Kissing Style:You'll only kiss if the mood is right and if you think you are falling in love. Some may say you're old fashioned, but when you kiss, you see stars! One kiss from you, and anyone will be hooked forever. What Your Kissing Style Says About You:You're no prude, but if you're going to get sexual, it needs to mean something. You prefer to take things slow, because it only makes them better in the long run. You're much more likely to find yourself engaged than in some stranger's bed. Your Personal Kissing Matches and Mismatches: You and another Romantic Kisser is just pure bliss. You both enjoy the finer aspects of seduction and have the preference of taking things slow. It's practially love at first site. You'll also find yourself attracted to Juicy Kissers. The way a Juicy Kisser locks eyes with you and draws you in is almost cosmic... Manic Kissers are to be avoided at all costs. These kissers love to kiss everyone and can never commit to one person. Next! Carnal Kissers aren't your style either. They'll push you for sex way too soon... and get very upset when they don't get their way. How Do *You* Kiss? More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva
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| Hey guys..I think I will write another entry and try not to make it so long. So yea basically these last couple of days I went over to my friend Dejones house and her, her bf, Christian, and I went to the monster truck show up in daygo with Dejones familia. (Pam, Mary, Sonia, Lahona Buddy, David, Nataly..iono a good amount of peoples I don't feel like naming) ...So yea. It was really siick. I had a good time besides like this one thing, but I don't need to tell all ya'll what that is ..lol. Any who and then after we went there we went back to Dejones for a little while and my mom came and took Christian home. It was fun...guess you had to be there. Iight then people leave me some <3 if ya want .
PoLl: Should I change the song on here to another one?(maybe Tupac "just like daddy," "dear mama," or maybe even "unconditional love," or any 'pac song...) Leave me comments to tell me what you think even if I don't know you.
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Bob Marley 
