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McGarril

Mr. nice guy, its never worth it, the one u thought was ms. right was far from perfect

About Me

yo. Im currently attending SUNY Oneonta, majoring in Music Industry, and hoping to do production and recording when i graduate. Originally from Hyde Park/Poughkeepsie area. im single ladies. laid back guy who likes to have a good time while remaining focused on my goals. peeeaacceee
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RIP Heather, Nana, Melinda we love and miss you
something to think about.....
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in t he stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

My Interests

soccer, skatin, snowboarding, bmx, a lil but of quads. cars, Music, drinkin, smokin a lil ganja, making money, and overall trying to just enjoy this thing we call life.

I'd like to meet:

intelligent, mature people...
They say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible Like I was born with a hole in my heart as an obstacle, or left to die by the doctors, in the childrens hospital But I never lose hope, success is psychological The world is volatile and the street is my education Shaping the nation, like the blueprint of a mason While Shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion So I'm focused on my economic situation I'm Like the little kids on T.V. that dig through the trash I hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh A lot of niggaz drop science but they don't know the math 'cuz their mind is narrower than the righteous path It's funny how 'on the block' niggaz will kill you for cash But never raise their gun and cry out "Freedom at last." The cold war is over, but the world is still gettin colder Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers But then a general, would decide when their life would be over So I work hard until my personality split Like the Black Panthers, into the Bloodz and the Cripz They said I'd never be shit, but now I sit and reminisce Like Yeshua, Ben Yousef flippin through Genesis Ignorance is venomous, and it murders the soul SPREADING LIKE A VIRUS RUNNING RAMPANT, OUT OF CONTROL
So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle From the hoodrats to rich kids lost in a bubble Spray paint it on the streets and in the subway tunnels Write it down and remember, that we never gave in The mind of a child is where the revolution begins So if the solution has never been to look in yourself, How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else?
Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin cracks in a duffel Upstate behind steel gates, attacked in the scuffle Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your muscle But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you And its the lawyers, not the inmates scheming to fuck you Trying to fight the system from inside, eventually corrupts you But thats what you get when you put a corporation above you And it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most Sometimes when they die, you find yourself cursing their ghost But you make success, nobody delivers your fate Sometimes you give and you take Since prehistoric vertebrates, crawled out of the lakes And thats the truth about life Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice 'cuz even though we survived through the struggle that made us We still look at ourselves through the eyes of the people that hate us But ima make it regardless of these trumped up charges And semi-automatic barrages, that empty the cartridge Post-traumatically scarred kids that try to be brave 'cus niggaz backstab each other just to try to get paid Turn cannibal like knights during the crusades Afraid of responsibility; Addicted to greed Beating their girl purposefully losing a seed As if we were bound to the destiny we used to receive
So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle From the hoodrats to rich kids lost in a bubble Spray paint it on the streets and in the subway tunnels Write it down and remember, that we never gave in The mind of a child is where the revolution begins So if the solution has never been to look in yourself, How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else?
I used to wonder(I used to wonder) why people don't believe in theyselves But then I saw the way they portrayed us to everyone else They cursed us, to only see the worst in ourselves blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves

Music:

very long list including music from all genres. Hip Hop, not into southern rap. mostly East Coast, that Big L, Nas, Immortal Technique, the rap list goes on longg.Hardcore and screamo, silverstein, Shai Hulud, funeral for a friend. oldies, the legends like Beatles, Eagles, Cream. some punk and ska, sublime. reggae like bob and the whole Marley family ha.real in to irish punk, flogging molly and dropkick murphys of course. R&B old and new, akon, john Legend. some new softer stuff, coldplay, the fray, john Mayer. Respect all genres and the legends cuz no matter what u like, its been influenced by someone else.

Movies:

classics like scarface, carlitos way, Jaws. meaningful ones like blood diamond and freedom writers. gotta have that comedy, both jackasses, grandmas boy, half baked, 40 year old virgin etc...

Television:

not too much, its mostly crap but the wire, malcolm, simpsons, family guy, cops, news, scarred, csi or shows relating to it and the news

Books:

1984, IT, a million little pieces, some short stories, but mostly skate mags

Heroes:

my parents for showing me what hard work is, and people who overcame great obstacles.

My Blog

wtf is up w/my luck!?

wtf is up w/my luck!? 1st on wed. my home phone randomly stopped working which turns out that our lines crossed w/somebody elses meaning we cant receive calls and the phone randomly rings whenever it ...
Posted by McGarril on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST