Eminem - Mosh Lyrics

Intro:

(Kids: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America..

(BOOM)

(Kids: And to the Republic..)

Eminem: People..

(Kids: For which it stands..)

Eminem: Hahaha..

(Kids: One nation under God.. Indivisible..)

Eminem: It feels so good to be back!

Verse 1:

I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel, re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight's through the mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind - what you interpret it as
I say to fight, you take it as I'ma whip someone’s ass
If you don’t understand, don’t even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a father-less past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon
That has, or at least shows, no difficulty multi-taskin' and juggling both
Perhaps mastered-his-craft slash entrepreneur
Who has helped launch a few more rap-bags
Who’s had a few obstacles thrown his way
Through the last half of his career
Typical manure, moving past that
Mister kiss-his-ass-crack, he’s a class-act
Rubber-band man, yeah, he just snaps back

Chorus:

Come along, follow me, as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me, and I wont steer you wrong
Put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel we gon’ fight
We gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp
We gon’ march through the swamp
We gon’ mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors
Come on..

Verse 2:

All the people up top, on the side and the middle
Come together, let's all form this swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build, from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black
No matter what color, all that matters we're gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause, no matter the weather
If it rains, let it rain
Yeah, the wetter the better
They ain’t gon’ stop us - they can't
We're stronger now, more then ever
They tell us "No", we say "Yeah"
They tell us "Stop", we say "Go"
Rebel with a rebel yell
Raise hell - we gon’ let em know
Stomp, push, shove, mush..
Fuck Bush
Until they bring our troops home, c'mon, just..

Chorus:

Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me, and I wont steer you wrong
Put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel we gon’ fight
We gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp
We gon' march through the swamp
We gon' mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors
Come on..

Verse 3:

Imagine it pourin’, it's rainin’ down on us
Moshpits outside the oval office
Someone’s tryin to tell us something
Maybe this is God just sayin' we're responsible
For this monster - this coward that we have empowered
This is Bin Laden
Look at his head noddin’
How could we allow something like this without pumpin' our fists
Now, this is our final hour
Let me be the voice, and your strength and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify it, times it, and multiply it by sixteen million
People are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach al CIAda through my speech
Let the president answer our high anarchy
Strap him with a AK-47, let him go fight his own war
Let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil
No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinking that we ain’t loyal
If we don’t serve our own country, we’re patronizing our hero
Look in his eyes, its all lies
The stars and stripes, have been swiped
Washed out and wiped and replaced with his own face
Mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight, you’ll know why
‘Cuz I told you to fight

Chorus:

Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me, and I wont steer you wrong
Put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel we gon' fight
We gon' charge, we gon' stomp
We gon' march through the swamp
We gon' mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors
Come on

Outro:

Eminem: And as we proceed to mosh through this desert storm.. in these closing statements, if they should argue, let us beg to differ.. as we set aside our differences, and assemble our own army to disarm this weapon of mass destruction that we call our president for the present.. and mosh for the future of our next generation.. to speak and be heard.. Mr President.. Mr Senator..

(Kids: Hear us, hear us?.. Hahaha)

Sigh... what a long weekend last weekend was.

An organization I help with put on an event to raise money. My mom came down to help and honest to god it was chaos... There is nothing like waiting until the last minute to do the important things. I hate hate hate hate hate that. I will never do another event like that again.

So I am working on an online type market place to help the organization - which is a very large animal shelter. There are over 900 animals at the shelter and it is a no kill shelter. The event we had was an art auction and after it was all said and done, about $1500 went to the cats and dogs. not a lot of money, but due to the situation it was really good.

So yesterday I finished up 90% of what I had to do, and This Saturday I will complete the rest. Then I will do what I do best - work alone. I guess I am just a loner... a rebel LOL

I have some other things in the works that I am doing, so that will be good. I just need to stay away from the disorganization. It is just not healthy for me. Until I start on some medication to make me deal with shit better (ha ha... that is a joke people) I cannot handle the "everything with work out in the end" attitude.... My husband had that attitude for years and it about cost him a visit to divorce court.

On a positive note, my buddy is down under in the land of the croc hunter hopefully hooking up with the love of his life! He is a good guy and he deserves happiness.

Well I am going to go and see what I can throw together for Turkey day. I hope everyone has a good one!

"The story of what we've done in the postwar period is remarkable. ... It is a better and more important story than losing a couple of soldiers every day." George Nethercutt (R-WA)

Today in Iraq

How is that for a quote.... and it is legit too. He said it in October.



I hate to be cynical, but does this mean that people who voted this man into office should not be upset when they lose a child in Iraq and the news skims over the story?

Oh and the first link is a blog I found. I have been reading quite a few of these blogs from people in Iraq. Quite interesting to see how those who are there are observing the situation.

My husband and I were having a conversation the other day about this whole Iraq thing. He thinks it is a mess, however he is not upset we are there. He knows that eventually we would be there, so the *being there* is not what he sees a problem, it is *why* we are there, and *how* things are going that bothers him.

I, on the other hand, just wish we had done this a little better... I know how I feel right now being a spectator - If I were told I needed to be over there, or my loved one had to be over there I am sure I would probably go off the deep end *OR* try my best to convince myself we are doing the right thing so I did not go insane. I think this is the propaganda our government is throwing out to us. We are all unpatriotic and rude if we do not support this Iraq crap - and I just think that is wrong.

I hope this link works...

BBC NEWS Middle East Eyewitness: Smoke and corpses

Interesting... For some people I guess they would say that even the BBC is reporting lies... hmmm.... something tells me that most of the American people are just not getting the truth...

Boring Day

Well... I thought I would add to my lovely blog a bit... I guess make
up for the 9 months I did not post anything ha ha.

I am still trying to track down all my old files from my old sites
(crazylori.us, snyker.com, and lynderville.com. Some of the files are
junk, but I have several of my stories I have written in electronic
form.

My crazy lori site was pretty good - it was very pretty and
pinkish/purple - very girly. I had a lot of my photography on there
and it was pretty nice.

the Snyker site was made for my hubby - primarily about his vacation
to Canada last year.

The Lynderville Site was a virtual town I created based upon my
hometown in the blue state of IL. It had a bunch of stuff in there,
but the SHITTY web host I had before deleted it before I could back it
all up... oh well, you live and learn.

So I am sitting here bored... I should be doing my homework, but I
really am not in the mood. I have a house begging to be dusted and
here I sit... drinking my coffee thinking about how I can add to my
new website lol.

I think I will try and find the rest of my files now. Check the site
later in the files section to see if it has been updated.

OH... I just had to mention Dick Cheney... could it be #5??? Lets hope
not. I do not like him, but I hope he is ok.

And good wishes to the Edwards familiy! 16 weeks of Chemo is no joke,
but I am sure Elizabeth will show everyone how tough she is :-)
--
~Lori~

 

I found this online today.... on this website: www.MFSO.org. Here is the link to the letters frame. http://www.mfso.org/ongoing.html There is no way I could have ever written anything as perfect as this. My prayers are with this mother.

 

 

November 10, 2004   

 

Dear Bring Them Home Now,

 

On Saturday, November 13, 2004, I will take my 20-year old son to the airport.  He is at the end of his leave before departing for his first time to Iraq.  He's heard rumor that his unit will depart on or around Thanksgiving Day...

 

I should be feeling proud that my son is leaving to serve his beloved United States, but I am not.  Don't get me wrong --- it's not that I am not proud of my son for being who he is -- a kind and loving young man, the light of my life and my proudest accomplishment on this earth.  But, how can I be proud that my son is being forced to put his life at risk for a war that is just plain WRONG?  Our friends and relatives seem to speak in chants.  They say all the things they're expected to say, and, sadly, I think they actually believe what they're saying.  To believe or to say otherwise would be unpatriotic and disrespectful, wouldn't it?  I wish that someone would have the guts to be honest and say, "You know what, Laura?  This war is wrong on all counts, and it is wrong and shameful that Gavin is being forced to take part in it."  

 

What I find to be unpatriotic and disrespectful is the acquiescence; it's as if everyone belongs to some American cult, and I keep hearing these mindless words exiting from the lips of people who should instead be shouting with defiance at the injustice of this war.  I feel as if people tiptoe around me with pity, thinking I'm simply another distraught mother unable to accept that her son is going off to war.  They think my anger over this war is simply because my son's life is on the line.  They don't know me, not really...even the family and friends who've known me most of my life.  We learned in school over and over and over again the horrors of all past wars throughout the world, but I've always wondered "when do we teach peace?"  Now that would be something to take pride in....to know that my son was being asked to participate in the process of promoting peace.  

 

But, that is not the agenda of our current administration.  Our president has proudly proclaimed himself the "war president."  Instead of promoting peace, he chants the war call ---- "bring 'em on!" ----- and then he sends my son to lay his life down in response to his war chant.  He expects my son and all Americans to accept his belief that it is necessary and justified  ----- our killing of tens of thousands of innocent people in order to keep ourselves safe, because we, as Americans, are somehow more important than anyone else on this earth.  He expects us to believe that his course of action with this war will bring peace --- that death, destruction, and hatred is in and of itself the path to peace.  And I am supposed to take pride in this warped sense of superiority, in this path that leads away from peace, and proudly sacrifice my son to defend this mindset?   No, I won't do it.  Whether my son comes back home alive and whole or in a flag-draped coffin, I will have no pride in this war or in my son's participation.  This war is WRONG, and no amount of misplaced pride and no empty words of comfort describing my son's selfless sacrifice will change that.  I believe my son and all the other soldiers involved in this war are victims of this illegal and immoral war.  THAT IS A TRAGEDY, not a source of pride.

 

There, I've said it.  Many people will feel I've disgraced and disrespected all the soldiers currently in Iraq and all who've lost their lives thus far.   

On the contrary, I've spoken the truth about this war, and I believe the truth is the highest form of respect we can give.all our soldiers and their families.    

 

Thank you, Bring Them Home Now, for your efforts in opening up the minds of everyone to the tragedy of this war.

 

Sincerely,

Laura McCarthy

Eagle, Idaho  

Sheesh it is been a while. ok well I will be better... I promise.

Ok here is what has been keeping me so busy...

http://www.thehaven-nc.com

and

http://www.highlandsarc.org

I did both and help both organizations so I have neen busy dang it.... BUSY I say!