*This goes to Cheyenne. She had an accident and...
Last Night, you were stuck in past fright...

There's a puddle on the floor,
And that's all you see. Nothing more...

Phone rings, I hear her as she sings,
My mind swings, and I say a few things...

My life is spinning out of my reach,
That's why I died to the smell of a beach...

All these times, I lay trying to study,
Why I have found you, why Im not bloody...

Guys, before you read this, let me say one thing...
Here we go...

Two part with Harlea. Enjoy.
Chaos...

The disccusion wasn't even really there.
And I made it seem like I didnt care...

I have a family of three,
Travis, harlea and me...

This is a very special rap,
Not something I cook up in a snap...

*Orginal song, made in an IM chatroom. Just a...
Down in teh ghetto, no seems to be real...

Boy, don't think you won,
Because to you this is fun...