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Why does Miley Cyrus say black mafia in her song can't be tamed?

"Can't Be Tamed"For those who don't know me,I can get a bit crazyHave to get my way,yep24 hours a day'cause I'm hot like thatEvery guy, everywherejust gives me mad attentionLike I'm under inspectionI always gets a ten,'cause I'm built like thatI go through guys like moneyflyin' out the handsThey try to change mebut they realize they can'tAnd every tomorrow is a day I never planIf you're gonna be my man understandI can't be tamedI can't be tamedI can't be blamedI can't, can't, I can't, can't be tamedI can't be changedI can't be tamedI can't be, can't, I can't be tamedIf there was a question about my intentions,I'll tell yaI'm not here to sell yaOr tell you to go to hell(I'm not a brat like that)I'm like a puzzlebut all of my pieces are jaggedIf you can understand this,we can make some magic,I'm wrong like thatI wanna fly,I wanna drive,I wanna goI wanna be a part of something I don't knowAnd if you try to hold me back I might explodeBaby, by now you should knowI can't be tamedI can't be tamedI can't be blamedI can't, can't, I can't, can't be tamedI can't be changedI can't be tamedI can't be, can't, I can't be tamedWell I'm not a trick you play,I'm wired a different wayI'm not a mistake,I'm not a fake,It's set in my DNADon't change meDon't change meDon't change meDon't change me(I can't be tamed)I wanna fly,I wanna drive,I wanna goI wanna be a part of something I don't knowAnd if you try to hold me back I might explodeBaby, by now you should knowI can't be tamedI can't be tamedI can't be blamedI can't, can't, I can't, can't be tamedI can't be changedI can't be tamedI can't be, can't, I can't be tamed

What are facts about Georgia?

Georgia is a free countryGeorgia is a peaceful world to meGeorgia has good presidents runningGeorgia is a beatiful stategeorgia was made to become a place for people in jail. there started out no slavery but that changedI have one interesting fact i just found out.The atlanta braves team was originally in Boston then moved to Milwaukee before settling in Atlanta. They were also called the Red Caps, Red Stockings, beaneaters, doves, rustlers, and the bees prior to becoming the the braves.georgia's nickname is the peach state Coca Cola was invented in Georgia. I am in fifth grade and i know because my state report is on Georgia!!!!!!!!!!!!!coke muesums there.peanut butter was invented there.Georgia was made to become a place for people in jail. There started out no slavery but that changedThere is alot of cool stuff to do in my home state of Georgia. First there is tractor shows. There are harvesting peaches to. Most of Georgia has farms everywhere.It is illegal for chickens to cross the road.they call it the peach statethe US state of GeorgiaPlease can you make your question more detailed? :)1. Georgia's first football game was in 18922.Coca Cola was invented in Georgia3. Martin Luther King Jr. was born in Atlanta Georgia4.Georgia is often called the Peach State5. Georgia's state song is "Georgia on my mind"im doing a state report on Georgia!!!it is the peach stateits main crop is peanutsit was one of the original 13 coloniesit was the 4th stateHope this helped :)AnswerI have one interesting fact i just found out.The atlanta braves team was originally in Boston then moved to Milwaukee before settling in Atlanta. They were also called the Red Caps, Red Stockings, beaneaters, doves, rustlers, and the bees prior to becoming the the braves.georgia's nickname is the peach state Coca Cola was invented in Georgia. I am in fifth grade and i know because my state report is on Georgia!!!!!!!!!!!!!It's known as the peach state! And it's a southern state.the fact that the martin Luther king jr. musem is open to the public and not to just certain people

What are the lyrics to lose yourself clean?

"Lose Yourself"Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunityTo seize everything you ever wanted-One momentWould you capture it or just let it slip?His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavyThere's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghettiHe's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,but he keeps on forgettin what he wrote down,the whole crowd goes so loudHe opens his mouth, but the words won't come outHe's choking now, everybody's joking nowThe clock's run out, time's up over!Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravityOh, there goes Rabbit, he chokedHe's so mad, but he won't give up thatEasy, noHe won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropesIt don't matter, he's dopeHe knows that, but he's brokeHe's so stacked that he knowsWhen he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it'sBack to the lab again yoThis this whole rhapsodyHe better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him[Hook:]You better lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime yoThe soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gapingThis world is mine for the takingMake me king, as we move toward a, new world orderA normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortemIt only grows harder, only grows hotterHe blows us all over these people is all on himCoast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotterLonely roads, God only knowsHe's grown farther from home, he's no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold waterHis people don't want him no more, he's cold productThey moved on to the next schmoe who flowsHe nose dove and sold nadaSo the soap opera is told and unfoldsI suppose it's old partner but the beat goes onDa da dum da dum da da[Hook]No more games, I'ma change what you call rageTear this roof off like 2 dogs cagedI was playing in the beginning, the mood all changedI been chewed up and spit out and booed off stageBut I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypherBest believe somebody's paying the pied piperAll the pain inside amplified by the factThat I can't get by with my 9 to 5And I can't provide the right type of life for my familyCause man, these food stamps don't buy diapersAnd it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my lifeAnd these times are so hard and it's getting even harderTrying to feed and water my seed, plusTeeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima DonnaBaby mama drama's screaming on andToo much for me to wannaStay in one spot, another day of monotonyHas gotten me to the point, I'm like a snailI've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shotSuccess is my only option, failure's notMom, I love you, but this trailer's got to goI cannot grow old in Salem's lotSo here I go is my shot.Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got[Hook]You can do anything you set your mind to, man

What do the lyrics to lose yourself mean by eminem mean?

(Verse 1)his palms are sweaty,knees weak,arms are heavy,there's vomit on his sweater already,mom's spaghetti.he's nervous,but on the surface he looks calm and ready,to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting,what he wrote down,The whole so crowd grows so load,he opens his mouth but the words wont come out.he's chokin' now.everybody's jokin' now.The clocks run out time's up.over.BLOAH!Snap back to reality!oh there goes gravity!oh there goes Rabbit!he chokedHe's so mad, but he won't give up thatEasy, noHe won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropesIt don't matter, he's dopeHe knows that, but he's brokeHe's so stagnant that he knowsWhen he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it'sBack to the lab again yoThis whole rhapsodyHe better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him(Chorus)You better lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it go goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo (x2)(Verse 2)This soul's escaping, through this hole that is gapingThis world is mine for the takingMake me king, as we move toward a, new world orderA normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortemIt only grows harder, homie grows hotterHe blows it's all over, these hoes is all on himCoast to coast shows, he's know as the GlobetrotterLonely roads, God only knowsHe's grown farther from home, he's no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold waterThese hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold productThey moved on to the next schmoe who flowsHe nose dove and sold nadaSo the soap opera is told and unfoldsI suppose it's old partner, but the beat goes onDa da dum da dum da da da da(Chorus)You better lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it go goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo (x2)(Verse 3)No more games, I'ma change what you call rageTear this motherf*cking roof off like two dogs cagedI was playing in the beginning, the mood all changedI been chewed up, and spit out, and booed off stageBut I kept rhyming and stepwritin' the next cypherBest believe somebody's paying the pied piperAll the pain inside amplified by theFact that I can't get by with my nine to fiveAnd I can't provide the right type of life for my family'Cause man, these Goddamn food stamps don't buy diapersAnd it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my lifeAnd these times are so hard and it's getting even harderTrying to feed and water my seed, plusTeeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima DonnaBaby mama drama's screaming on andToo much for me to wannaStay in one spot, another day of monotonyHas gotten me to the point, I'm like a snailI've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shotSuccess is my only motherf___ing option, failure's notMom, I love you, but this trailer's got to goI cannot grow old in Salem's LotSo here I go it's my shot.Feet fail me not 'cause this may be the only opportunity that I got(Chorus)You better lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it go goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime yopalms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy, there's vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti he's nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd rose so loud he opens his mouth but the words dont come out hes choking how everybody joking now clocks run out times up over plow! snap back to reality oh there goes gravity oh there goes rabbit he chokes he so mad but he wont give up that easy no he wont have it he knows...........................blah blah. its a long song. look it up. im a 14 year old girl and ik this!! c'mon!Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunityTo seize everything you ever wanted-One momentWould you capture it or just let it slip?His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavyThere's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghettiHe's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,but he keeps on forgettin what he wrote down,the whole crowd goes so loudHe opens his mouth, but the words won't come outHe's choking now, everybody's joking nowThe clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravityOh, there goes Rabbit, he chokedHe's so mad, but he won't give up thatEasy, noHe won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropesIt don't matter, he's dopeHe knows that, but he's brokeHe's so stagnant that he knowsWhen he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it'sBack to the lab again yoThis this whole rhapsodyHe better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him[Hook:]You better lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime yoThe soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gapingThis world is mine for the takingMake me king, as we move toward a, new world orderA normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortemIt only grows harder, only grows hotterHe blows us all over these hoes is all on himCoast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotterLonely roads, God only knowsHe's grown farther from home, he's no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold waterHis hoes don't want him no more, he's cold productThey moved on to the next schmoe who flowsHe nose dove and sold nadaSo the soap opera is told and unfoldsI suppose it's old partner but the beat goes onDa da dum da dum da da[Hook]No more games, I'ma change what you call rageTear this motherfucking roof off like 2 dogs cagedI was playing in the beginning, the mood all changedI been chewed up and spit out and booed off stageBut I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypherBest believe somebody's paying the pied piperAll the pain inside amplified by the factThat I can't get by with my 9 to 5And I can't provide the right type of life for my familyCause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapersAnd it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my lifeAnd these times are so hard and it's getting even harderTrying to feed and water my seed, plusTeeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donnaBaby mama drama's screaming on andToo much for me to wannaStay in one spot, another day of monotonyHas gotten me to the point, I'm like a snailI've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shotSuccess is my only motherf***ing option, failure's notMom, I love you, but this trailer's got to goI cannot grow old in Salem's lotSo here I go is my shot.Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got[Hook]You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Summary of My Father's Tragedy by Carlos Bulosan?

My Father's TragedyIt was one of those lean years of our lives. Our rice field was destroyed by locusts that came from the neighboring towns. When the locusts were gone, we planted string beans but a fire burned the whole plantation. My brothers went away because they got tired working for nothing. Mother and my sisters went from house to house, asking for something to do, but every family was plagued with some kind of disaster. The children walked in the streets looking for the fruit that fell to the ground from the acacia tree. The men hung on the fence around the market and watched the meat dealers hungrily. We were all suffering from lack of proper food. But the professional gamblers had money. They sat in the fish house at the station and gave their orders aloud. The loafers and other bystanders watched them eat boiled rice and fried fish with silver spoons. They never used forks because the prongs stuck between their teeth. They always cut their lips and tongues with the knives, so they never asked for them If the waiter was new and he put the knives on the table, they looked at each other furtively and slipped them into their pockets. They washed their hands in one big wooden bowl of water and wiped their mouths with the leaves of the arbour trees that fell on the ground.The rainy season was approaching. There were rumors of famine. The grass did not grow and our carabao became thin. Father's fighting cock, Burick, was practically the only healthy thing in our household. Its father, Kanaway, had won a house for us some three years before, and Father had commanded me to give it the choicest rice. He took the soft-boiled eggs from the plate of my sister Marcela, who was sick with meningitis that year. He was preparing Burick for something big, but the great catastrophe came to our town. The peasants and most of the rich men spent their money on food. They had stopped going to the cockpit for fear of temptation; if they went atall, they just sat in the gallery and shouted at the top of their lungs. They went home with their heads down, thinking of the money they would have won.It was during this impasse that Father sat every day in our backyard with his fighting cock. He would not go anywhere. He would do anything. He just sat there caressing Burick and exercising his legs . He sapt at his hackles and rubbed them,, looking far away with a big dream. When Mother came home with some food, he went to the granary and sat there till evening. Sometimes, he slept there with Burick, but at dawn the cock woke him up with its majestic crowing. He crept into the house and fumbled for the cold rice in the pot under the stove. Then, he put the cock in the pen and slept on the bench all day.Mother was very patient. But the day came when she kicked him off the bench. He fell on the floor face down, looked up at her, and then resumed his sleep. Mother took my sister Francisca with her. They went from house to house in the neighbourhood, pounding rice for some people and hauling drinking water for others. They came home with their share in a big basket that Mother carried on her head.Father wasstill sleeping on the bench when they arrived. Mother told my sister to cook some of the rice. She dipped a cup in the jar and splashed the cold water on Father's face. He jumped up, looked at Mother with anger, and went to Burick's pen. He gathered the cock in his arms and went down the porch. He sat on a log in the backyard and started caressing his fighting cock.Mother went on with her washing. Francisca fed Marcela with some boiled rice. Father was still caressing Burick. Mother was mad at him."Is that all you can do?" she shouted at him."Why do you say that to me?" Father said. "I'm thinking of some ways to become rich."Mother threw a piece of wood at the cock. Father saw her in time. He ducked and covered the cock with his body. The wood struck him. It cut a hole at the base of his head. He got up and examined Burick. He acted as though the cock were the one that was hurt. He looked up at Mother and his face was pitiful."Why don't you see what you are doing?" he said, hugging Burick."I would like to wring that cock's neck," mother said."That's his fortune," I said.Mother looked sharply at me. "Shut up, idiot!" she said. "You are becoming more like your father every day."I watched her eyes move foolishly. I thought she would cry. She tucked her skirt between her legs and went on with her work. I ran down the ladder and went to the granary, where Father was treating the wound on his head. I held the cock for him."Take good care of it, son," he said."Yes, Sir," I said."Go to the river and exercise its legs. Come back right away. We are going to town."I ran down the street with the cock. avoiding the pigs and dogs that came in my way. I plunged into the water in my clothes and swam with Burick. I put some water in my mouth and blew it into his face. I ran back to our house slapping the water off my clothes. Father and I went to the cockpit.It was Sunday, but there were many loafers an gamblers at the place. There were peasants and teachers. There was a strange man who had a black fighting cock. He had come from one of the neighboring towns to seek his fortune in our cockpit.His name was Burcio. He held our cock above his head and closed one eye, looking sharply at Burick's eyes. He put it on the ground and bent over it, pressing down the cock's back with his hands. Burcio was testing Burick's strength. The loafers and gamblers formed a ring around the, watching Burcio's deft hands expertly moving around Burick.Father also tested the cock of Burcio. He threw it in the air and watched it glide smoothly to the ground. He sparred with it. The black cock pecked at his legs and stopped to crow proudly for the bystanders. Father picked it up an spread its wings, feeling the tough hide beneath the feathers.The bystanders knew that a fight was about to be matched. They counted the money in their pockets without showing it to their neighbours.They felt the edges of the coins with amazing swiftness and accuracy. Only a highly magnified amplifier could have recorded the tiny clink of the coins that fell between deft fingers. The caressing rustle of the paper money was inaudible. The peasants broke from the ring and hid behind the coconut trees. They unfolded their handkerchiefs and counted their money. They rolled the paper money in their hands and returned to the crowd. They waited for the final decision."Shall we make it this coming Sunday?" Burcio asked."It's too soon for my Burick," Father said. His hand moved mechanically into his pocket. But it was empty. He looked around at his cronies.But two of the peasants caught Father's arm and whispered something to him. They slipped some money in his hand and pushed him toward Burcio. He tried to estimate the amount of money in his hand by balling it hard. It was one of his many tricks with money. He knew right away that he had some twenty-peso bills. A light of hope appeared in his face."This coming Sunday's all right," he said.All at once the men broke into wild confusion. Some went to Burcio with their money; others went to Father. They were not bettors, but investors. Their money would back up the cocks at the cockpit.In the late afternoon the fight was arranged. We returned to our house with some hope. Father put Burick in the pen and told me to go to the fish ponds across the river. I ran down the road with mounting joy. I found a fish pond under a camachili tree. It was the favourite haunt of snails and shrimps. Then I went home.Mother was cooking something good. I smelled it the moment I entered the gate. I rushed into the house and spilled some of the snails on the floor. Mother was at the stove. She was stirring the ladle in the boiling pot. Father was still sleeping on the bench. Francisca was feeding Marcela with hot soup. I put the snails and shrimps in a pot and sat on the bench.Mother was cooking chicken with some bitter melons. I sat wondering where she got it. I knew that our poultry house in the village was empty. We had no poultry in town. Father opened his eyes when he heard the bubbling pot.Mother put the rice on a big wooden platter and set it on the table. She filled our plates with chicken meat and ginger. Father got up suddenly and went to the table. Francisca sat b the stove. Father was reaching for the white meat in the platter when Mother slapped his hand away. he was saying grace. Then we put our legs under the table and started eating.It was our first taste of chicken in a long time. Father filled his plate twice and ate very little rice. He usually ate more rice when we had only salted fish and some leaves of trees. We ate "grass" most of the time. Father tilted his plate and took the soup noisily, as though he were drinking wine. He put the empty chicken meat."It is good chicken," he said.Mother was very quiet. She put the breast on a plate and told Francisca to give ti to Marcela. She gave me some bitter melons. Father put his hand in the pot and fished out a drumstick."Where did you get this lovely chicken?" he asked."Where do you think I got it" Mother said.The drumstick fell from his mouth. It rolled into the space between the bamboo splits and fell on the ground. Our dog snapped it up and ran away. Father's face broke in great agony. He rushed outside the house. I could hear him running the toward the highway. My sister continued eating, but my appetite was gone."What are you doing, Son?" Mother said. " Eat your chicken."palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy, there's vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti he's nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd rose so loud he opens his mouth but the words dont come out hes choking how everybody joking now clocks run out times up over plow! snap back to reality oh there goes gravity oh there goes rabbit he chokes he so mad but he wont give up that easy no he wont have it he knows...........................blah blah. its a long song. look it up. im a 14 year old girl and ik this!! c'mon!Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunityTo seize everything you ever wanted-One momentWould you capture it or just let it slip?His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavyThere's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghettiHe's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,but he keeps on forgettin what he wrote down,the whole crowd goes so loudHe opens his mouth, but the words won't come outHe's choking now, everybody's joking nowThe clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravityOh, there goes Rabbit, he chokedHe's so mad, but he won't give up thatEasy, noHe won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropesIt don't matter, he's dopeHe knows that, but he's brokeHe's so stagnant that he knowsWhen he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it'sBack to the lab again yoThis this whole rhapsodyHe better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him[Hook:]You better lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime yoThe soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gapingThis world is mine for the takingMake me king, as we move toward a, new world orderA normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortemIt only grows harder, only grows hotterHe blows us all over these hoes is all on himCoast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotterLonely roads, God only knowsHe's grown farther from home, he's no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold waterHis hoes don't want him no more, he's cold productThey moved on to the next schmoe who flowsHe nose dove and sold nadaSo the soap opera is told and unfoldsI suppose it's old partner but the beat goes onDa da dum da dum da da[Hook]No more games, I'ma change what you call rageTear this motherfucking roof off like 2 dogs cagedI was playing in the beginning, the mood all changedI been chewed up and spit out and booed off stageBut I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypherBest believe somebody's paying the pied piperAll the pain inside amplified by the factThat I can't get by with my 9 to 5And I can't provide the right type of life for my familyCause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapersAnd it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my lifeAnd these times are so hard and it's getting even harderTrying to feed and water my seed, plusTeeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donnaBaby mama drama's screaming on andToo much for me to wannaStay in one spot, another day of monotonyHas gotten me to the point, I'm like a snailI've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shotSuccess is my only motherf***ing option, failure's notMom, I love you, but this trailer's got to goI cannot grow old in Salem's lotSo here I go is my shot.Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got[Hook]You can do anything you set your mind to, manending of father's tradegy

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