<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673664</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:48:00.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>green sleeves</title><subtitle type='html'>check out my melody</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-melodies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673664.post-108611734696278978</id><published>2004-06-01T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T12:15:46.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a hard knock life for me&lt;br /&gt;It's a grief filled life for me&lt;br /&gt;Instead of lovin, I get kicked&lt;br /&gt;When I'm trustin, I get tricked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fucked up life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chronic chronic chronic&lt;br /&gt;got the munchies?  go to sonic sonic sonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673664-108611734696278978?l=my-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108611734696278978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108611734696278978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-melodies.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108611734696278978' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673664.post-108128341180172485</id><published>2004-04-06T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T13:33:57.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's with these homies dissin' my girl&lt;br /&gt;Why do they gotta front&lt;br /&gt;What did we ever do to these guys&lt;br /&gt;That made them so violent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo, and that's for all time&lt;br /&gt;Woo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say about us anyway&lt;br /&gt;I don't care 'bout that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever fear, I'm always near&lt;br /&gt;I know that you need help &lt;br /&gt;your toungue is twisted your eyes are slit &lt;br /&gt;you need a guardian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo, and you know I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo, and that's for all time&lt;br /&gt;Woo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say about us anyway&lt;br /&gt;I don't care 'bout that&lt;br /&gt;I don't care 'bout that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang! Bang a knock on the door&lt;br /&gt;Another big bang you're down on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Whatta we do&lt;br /&gt;Don't look now but I lost my shoe&lt;br /&gt;I can't run and I can't kick&lt;br /&gt;What's a matter babe are you feelin' sick&lt;br /&gt;What's a matter, what's a matter, what's a matter you?&lt;br /&gt;What's a matter babe, are you feelin' blue? Oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's for all all time&lt;br /&gt;that's for all all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say about us anyway&lt;br /&gt;I don't care 'bout that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673664-108128341180172485?l=my-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108128341180172485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108128341180172485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-melodies.blogspot.com/2004_04_06_archive.html#108128341180172485' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673664.post-108119646184195531</id><published>2004-04-05T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:24:46.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head.  where i would impress you, with every single word I said.  Would come out insightful, or brave, or smoothe or charming.  And you'd wanna call me.  And i, would be there every time you need me.  I'd be there every time.  But for now, I'll look so longingly.  Waiting, for you to want me, for you to need me, for you to notice me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673664-108119646184195531?l=my-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108119646184195531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108119646184195531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-melodies.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108119646184195531' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673664.post-108094018865959214</id><published>2004-04-02T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T13:13:29.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots.  disappearing the crap, all you see is truth.  This little nigga named nas, think he live like me.  talkin about he left the hospital took 5 like me.  You talkin fantasies nigga I reject your deposit, we punked dre's punk ass now he out of the closet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673664-108094018865959214?l=my-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108094018865959214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108094018865959214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-melodies.blogspot.com/2004_04_02_archive.html#108094018865959214' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673664.post-108085391818470118</id><published>2004-04-01T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T13:15:37.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>are you listening?  woah.  Sing it back, Ohhh.  straight from the teathered something vines.  up and outward to find.  Ohh.  I was spinning free, woah.  With a little sweet and what the fuck is he saying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673664-108085391818470118?l=my-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108085391818470118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108085391818470118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-melodies.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085391818470118' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673664.post-108076692293297592</id><published>2004-03-31T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T13:05:40.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless, patrollin corners.  lookin for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters.  i'm meaner in action, than rosco beatin james hart senior and slappin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments.  i grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth.  with a fucked up child hood that i use an excuse, to make things change that kept the same mind state since the third time i failed 9th grade.  you prolly think i'm a negative person, don't be so sure of it.  I don't promote violence, i just encourage it.  i laugh at the sight of death, as i fall down a cement flight of steps and land inside a bed of spider webs.  so throw caution to the wind, you and a friend, can jump off of a bridge and you live?  do it again, shit why not?  blow your brains out, i'm blowin mine out, you only live once, might as well die now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673664-108076692293297592?l=my-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108076692293297592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108076692293297592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-melodies.blogspot.com/2004_03_31_archive.html#108076692293297592' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673664.post-108068559212701577</id><published>2004-03-30T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:30:08.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gunna fight em all, a 7 nation army couldn't hold me back.  they're gunna rip it off, taking their time right behind my back.  and i'm talking to myself at night because i can't forget, back and forth in my mind behind a cigarette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673664-108068559212701577?l=my-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108068559212701577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673664/posts/default/108068559212701577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-melodies.blogspot.com/2004_03_30_archive.html#108068559212701577' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
