<?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-6063741117499456583</id><updated>2012-02-15T11:43:44.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is hereby certified by Soupagatman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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and let the good times roll&lt;br&gt;Making me happy must be this cookies goal&lt;br&gt;Eating one is never enough&lt;br&gt;An accumulation of all the right stuff&lt;br&gt;Leave out the peanut-butter, fudge, and macadamia nuts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raisins, raisins, rain on me&lt;br&gt;All the oatmeal I can eat&lt;br&gt;I could never label you a fatty food&lt;br&gt;Soothe my cravings and calm my mood&lt;br&gt;It's the best of the best, made for me&lt;br&gt;Newly crowned champ, Oatmeal Raisin Cookie &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-5491905583225319888?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/5491905583225319888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BitpxG-UGFU/SaSzY9HCYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjsO2VHcMUU/S220/000b052dNXG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063741117499456583.post-7592004577182109278</id><published>2012-02-02T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:43:52.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 for Black History</title><content type='html'>Judge my 'fro or lack there of&lt;br /&gt;Assume I'm the crow instead of the dove&lt;br /&gt;Immediately conclude my level of intellect...&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm about money, clothes, drugs, and sex&lt;br /&gt;As your child nods his head and listens to OUR sounds&lt;br /&gt;Holds his hand hand steady as he gives me an empty pound&lt;br /&gt;Imagines thug life as his pants sag down&lt;br /&gt;Representing the streets of a suburban town&lt;br /&gt;It's different for them, it's a phase, it'll pass&lt;br /&gt;Pay no attention as long as he goes to class&lt;br /&gt;But once you go black, you never go back&lt;br /&gt;He got a taste of fantasy, now he's buying sacks&lt;br /&gt;Sad, because reality is we don't all live like that &lt;br /&gt;The people I know go to school&lt;br /&gt;Not because it's cool, becuase we ain't no fools&lt;br /&gt;The way I dress, to the way I act&lt;br /&gt;Is because I'm positively BLACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;No color more DOMINANT&lt;br /&gt;No Culture more PROMINENT&lt;br /&gt;And yet you judge me&lt;br /&gt;Well think what you like, but don't you dare think you above me &lt;br /&gt;...BITCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-7592004577182109278?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/7592004577182109278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2012/02/1-for-black-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/7592004577182109278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/7592004577182109278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2012/02/1-for-black-history.html' title='1 for Black History'/><author><name>Soupagatman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780170231552599123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BitpxG-UGFU/SaSzY9HCYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjsO2VHcMUU/S220/000b052dNXG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063741117499456583.post-833161684490447206</id><published>2012-02-01T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T15:54:14.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_____L O V E_____</title><content type='html'>An emotion, a movement, a source of power&lt;br /&gt;Spicy, bitter, sweet &amp;amp; sour&lt;br /&gt;A reason to get up, same reason why some stay down&lt;br /&gt;Depressed for weeks, Lost never to be found&lt;br /&gt;The reason why after 50 years they're still together&lt;br /&gt;Through trials and tribulations it only gets better&lt;br /&gt;The reason why Jordan came back three times&lt;br /&gt;How a struggling family sticks together and survives&lt;br /&gt;The reason a man stranded makes it back to his wife alive&lt;br /&gt;An exploited excuse to use what's between our thighs&lt;br /&gt;Yes love is an emotion&lt;br /&gt;More vast than an ocean&lt;br /&gt;A truly undefuned source of something&lt;br /&gt;Love it, Hate it All or Nothing...&lt;br /&gt;All or Nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-833161684490447206?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/833161684490447206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2012/02/l-o-v-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/833161684490447206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/833161684490447206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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This isn't the first time this had happened, so why am I so effected? I thought I was ok. I thought I was over it but I find myself reviewing it repeatedly. Am I jealous? Now there's a question I asked myself. There are definitely signs of jealousy, but thats only a small percentage. The problem is I don't know this other emotion. It's adrenaline and (anger &amp;amp; astoundment)&amp;#160; mixed up in a martini that I'm drinking with nowhere to go. Remember to always do the parentheses first the problem from left to right. It's not even my business to be honest. More like a little part of the contract most people willingly skip over because they know that the overall contract is what they're there for. I should have followed suit and not read every detail. I'm more of an overall person myself anyways. I love the contract, I would've signed this contract strictly off impulse, but luckily I've known her for years. I'm comfortable with her, I love her, and I know we were meant for each other. But why am I so mixed up about this? And more importantly how long will it take me to get over it???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-8067968976262242340?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/8067968976262242340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2011/08/signing-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/8067968976262242340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/8067968976262242340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2011/08/signing-off.html' title='Signing Off'/><author><name>Soupagatman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780170231552599123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BitpxG-UGFU/SaSzY9HCYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjsO2VHcMUU/S220/000b052dNXG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063741117499456583.post-651335984491923242</id><published>2011-08-02T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:40:39.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No doubts, just anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am 22 years old and have a baby on the way. My woman, future wife has already started her career and has been through so much. I have had my share of hardships also, but she came out shining the way I had been taught to do. I will achieve my dreams BAMN I will not fail myslef or my family. I am excited and anxious to get to Humboldt and show the coaches what I know I can do &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-651335984491923242?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/651335984491923242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-doubts-just-anticipation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/651335984491923242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/651335984491923242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-doubts-just-anticipation.html' title='No doubts, just anticipation'/><author><name>Soupagatman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780170231552599123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BitpxG-UGFU/SaSzY9HCYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjsO2VHcMUU/S220/000b052dNXG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063741117499456583.post-7655177376256723834</id><published>2011-06-27T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T18:41:50.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My son, I got a little Simba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Charles Gatlin have a baby on the way.&lt;br&gt;One of millions enjoyed their visit and decided to stay.&lt;br&gt;My child has a gender we're having a son.&lt;br&gt;Aww, a father and son, this will be fun. &lt;br&gt;No more chores it'll be his job now&lt;br&gt;When I'm on the road ill expect him to hold the house down.&lt;br&gt;Cutting the grass and cleaning the rain gutters&lt;br&gt;Getting whatever his mom forgot at the store...milk, bread or butter &lt;br&gt;He's got to play a sport he comes from an athletic family&lt;br&gt;He'll squash the competition and he'll squash them badly.&lt;br&gt;I'm having a son &lt;br&gt;My journeys just begun&lt;br&gt;A little me running around &lt;br&gt;I could get used to that sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-7655177376256723834?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/7655177376256723834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BitpxG-UGFU/SaSzY9HCYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjsO2VHcMUU/S220/000b052dNXG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063741117499456583.post-4293718838528220498</id><published>2010-04-26T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T20:20:21.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An interview with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...Hello Mr. Love and thank you for your time&lt;br&gt;I know ur a busy man, but Id like to pick ur mind"&lt;br&gt;Next question please she's taking too long&lt;br&gt;"...if you could just tell me how u became so strong"&lt;br&gt;Its all about U and what ur willing to do &lt;br&gt;I'd be nothing without a host I assure u&lt;br&gt;"Mr. Love Mr. Love over here next,&lt;br&gt;is it true that some people mistake u for sex"&lt;br&gt;Yes its true and its been going on for a while&lt;br&gt;My only question would have to be how?&lt;br&gt;Granted is the fact we go hand and hand&lt;br&gt;but some people prefer a beach and not just sand&lt;br&gt;"Hey over here, yeah I got one&lt;br&gt;You got kids? a daughter? a son?&lt;br&gt;Despite what you think your love child isnt mine&lt;br&gt;Just like a heart isnt my sign&lt;br&gt;These are labels you all have given&lt;br&gt;I've seen a real heart and that shape just isnt&lt;br&gt;"Is it true your a mad man making people crazy&lt;br&gt;"Some witnesses have reported seeing you fading"&lt;br&gt;Have you heard from hate and how thin is that line?"&lt;br&gt;People please, people one question at a time &lt;br&gt;Yes I'get heard from Hate and he's miserably fine &lt;br&gt;I only tend to fade when you've ignored the signs&lt;br&gt;This concludes this interview thank you for your time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-4293718838528220498?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BitpxG-UGFU/SaSzY9HCYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjsO2VHcMUU/S220/000b052dNXG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063741117499456583.post-2618904156718257076</id><published>2010-02-10T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:21:00.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my mind</title><content type='html'>Be careful what I wish for or what I might design &lt;br /&gt;Your in my world now welcome to my mind&lt;br /&gt;Would u like fries with that&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a glass bat&lt;br /&gt;How much fun could you really have with that?&lt;br /&gt;Here or there&lt;br /&gt;Stingy or share&lt;br /&gt;Meet my friend Al the first bear with no hair&lt;br /&gt;Right or left wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Please fasten your saftey belts and prepare to take flight&lt;br /&gt;Beginning or end foe or friend&lt;br /&gt;America or Paris either way fin&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-2618904156718257076?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/2618904156718257076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/2618904156718257076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/2618904156718257076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-my-mind.html' title='In my mind'/><author><name>Soupagatman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780170231552599123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BitpxG-UGFU/SaSzY9HCYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjsO2VHcMUU/S220/000b052dNXG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063741117499456583.post-5392884156995230194</id><published>2010-02-04T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:33:32.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't think</title><content type='html'>I never thought it'd come to this&lt;br /&gt;I took a swing at love and missed&lt;br /&gt;It's not for sale take it it's free&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as the same amount is returned to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I saved some for myslef&lt;br /&gt;Because everyone knows not loving yourself is bad for your health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I chose you to have it and refuse to be denied&lt;br /&gt;Aint no give up or "o well we tried" &lt;br /&gt;Love is beauty love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is joy love ain't changed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-5392884156995230194?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/5392884156995230194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-didn-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/5392884156995230194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/5392884156995230194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-didn-think.html' title='I didn&amp;#39;t think'/><author><name>Soupagatman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780170231552599123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BitpxG-UGFU/SaSzY9HCYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjsO2VHcMUU/S220/000b052dNXG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063741117499456583.post-1425437373641851925</id><published>2009-08-16T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:01:36.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Determined</title><content type='html'>Am I a determined man or a detered man&lt;br /&gt;Through the thick and thin of adversoty I say "I CAN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;We were made to believe our parents would never see us achieve&lt;br /&gt;A higher point in life or a higher degree&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my eyes on the prize I crawl for every inch&lt;br /&gt;The famous saying isnt Lifes a sinch&lt;br /&gt;It's the exact opposite, Lifes a bitch&lt;br /&gt;With distractions and pit-stops always around&lt;br /&gt;Its a wonder how I keep my mind so soud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-1425437373641851925?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/1425437373641851925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2009/08/determined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/1425437373641851925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/1425437373641851925'/><link rel='alternate' 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I am 20 years old and I continue to think about my future and I seem to be worried more about i now than I was 2 or 3 years ago. I still believe in my golas, but I worry about the future. Example, I was talking to my brother about sex and funny past experience and future things to check off the list, that's when it hit me. Sex aint what it used to be, as far as it being sacred. Everyone's doing it as much and as often as possible...not that im complaining (sex feels great lol), but what about when I get older? When I finally settle down and get married, I dont want to marry a hoe. What if she has home made movies? What if she's featured in a cum-shot? I laughed at the scenario with my brother, but damn that! I started thinking about the question seriously. Either I'm getting smarter or I'm just worrying about the future like most poeple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-5689600620889294684?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/5689600620889294684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-with-age.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/5689600620889294684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/5689600620889294684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-with-age.html' title='Better with age...?'/><author><name>Soupagatman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780170231552599123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BitpxG-UGFU/SaSzY9HCYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjsO2VHcMUU/S220/000b052dNXG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063741117499456583.post-8588172385663539567</id><published>2009-03-11T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:30:00.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeakin' on by</title><content type='html'>My shoes started squeaking the 2nd week I bought them. Unfortunately that was back in Cali. So I've been stuck with these running squeaking shoes for 3 months. Recently the squeaking has been getting louder and for some reason instead of getting embarassed i look at people like I got on J's or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put on me shoes Im ready to make moves&lt;br /&gt;And ready to prove what all great under dogs proved&lt;br /&gt;That despite my shoes and their annoying squeak&lt;br /&gt;Im getting to where im going with pride and steadfast feet&lt;br /&gt;I have an Ipod, u should get one too&lt;br /&gt;So the next time I pass my squeak won't be botherin you&lt;br /&gt;The confident look you see upon my face&lt;br /&gt;was put their by the chirp of my shoe game&lt;br /&gt;So when I walk by and see others with a "what is that stare"&lt;br /&gt;I keep walking and bobbing my head cuz I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;These here my shoes and they all I got&lt;br /&gt;lol, I just wish I woulda knew before these damn things were bought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-8588172385663539567?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/8588172385663539567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2009/03/squeakin-on-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/8588172385663539567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/8588172385663539567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2009/03/squeakin-on-by.html' title='Squeakin&apos; on by'/><author><name>Soupagatman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780170231552599123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BitpxG-UGFU/SaSzY9HCYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjsO2VHcMUU/S220/000b052dNXG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063741117499456583.post-5623503654662568281</id><published>2009-03-08T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:03:32.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON A MISSION</title><content type='html'>Im going to make it. Today I started getting my life on track to except the fruits of my hard work. I'm going to make it damn the nay sayers and the doubters. I bet I  do this, I have more determination than any man you're ever going to meet. Work out, Run, Do my homework, it's on me. Im going...watch me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-5623503654662568281?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/5623503654662568281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-mission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/5623503654662568281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6063741117499456583/posts/default/5623503654662568281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-mission.html' title='ON A MISSION'/><author><name>Soupagatman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13780170231552599123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BitpxG-UGFU/SaSzY9HCYVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjsO2VHcMUU/S220/000b052dNXG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6063741117499456583.post-7391500993871919292</id><published>2009-02-24T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:14:21.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd and 15</title><content type='html'>Its 3rd and 15 and coach says go for it all&lt;br /&gt;"(Insert your name here)!(Insert name here)! come on man it's time for some football"&lt;br /&gt;The previous play left you dazed and confused&lt;br /&gt;Ray Lewis hit you...yeah your bruised&lt;br /&gt;"EAGLE LEFT 91 SEAM" "EAGLE LEFT 91 SEAM," I call the play and break the huddle&lt;br /&gt;You walk to the line and hear the Defense grumble&lt;br /&gt;"All that talk and you got hit by Ray Ray?"&lt;br /&gt;We need a first down and you want to make them pay&lt;br /&gt;The ball is snapped and I drop back&lt;br /&gt;The only thing running through my mind is don't get sacked&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll catch it, all you need is a chance&lt;br /&gt;Offense needs 15 for the sticks to advance&lt;br /&gt;This play is desgined for the ball to be thrown to you&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pocket collapsing and quickly get on the move&lt;br /&gt;Flushed out of the pocket times are getting desperate&lt;br /&gt;After moving around, finally you and your defender are seperate&lt;br /&gt;I let it rip as I fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Other than the sounds of flickering cameras the stadium makes not a sound&lt;br /&gt;You see the ball coming and it should be an easy catch&lt;br /&gt;But out of the corner of your eyes...Uh Oh Ray Ray's back!!!&lt;br /&gt;A junction is coming, hero or coward&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch the ball and feels 52's power&lt;br /&gt;Or do you tuck and run, try again next year&lt;br /&gt;You get paid millions of dollars for this moment right here&lt;br /&gt;The moment the ball's brought in to your chest&lt;br /&gt;Ray Ray's helmet connects with your neck&lt;br /&gt;For the second straight play their you lay&lt;br /&gt;A brusised and battered warrior of this age and  day&lt;br /&gt;They should be getting help, but the League's all business&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out where you caught it and if you finished&lt;br /&gt;As you try and get up and gather yourself&lt;br /&gt;The ruling is a 1st down and here comes the help&lt;br /&gt;The team doc. comes and asks if you're ok&lt;br /&gt;Says you made a hell of a catch and tell's you to walk his way&lt;br /&gt;For safety issues u sit out a play&lt;br /&gt;I stall time by calling a run, the RB gets 4 the unconventional way&lt;br /&gt;He runs and jumps, but he's anohter story&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back to our road to glory&lt;br /&gt;2:00 warning and no timeouts&lt;br /&gt;Laves us in the whole and our fans with doubt&lt;br /&gt;I get to the huddle and call a WR screen&lt;br /&gt;They'll be expecting a long pass, you should have a lot of green&lt;br /&gt;From the moment that I said "Hike"&lt;br /&gt;Suggs was coming to turn out my lights&lt;br /&gt;2nd and 13 the clock still ticking&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up offense, watch out there blitzing&lt;br /&gt;I call a hot route and lift my leg&lt;br /&gt;Ray Ray and Suggs didn't get me, it ws Ed instead&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I managed to scrambeled for 2&lt;br /&gt;3rd and 11, everybody and they mama knows it's was going to you&lt;br /&gt;I get under the center and hike the ball&lt;br /&gt;Your being double covered this is not good at all&lt;br /&gt;The average play takes 5-7 seconds&lt;br /&gt;I've used 3 realizing the coverage&lt;br /&gt;Your on a streak and your back way deep&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pocket collapse and move my feet&lt;br /&gt;With a hope and a prayer I let'er fly'&lt;br /&gt;Dirt, blood, and sweat on my fingers, but hope in my eye&lt;br /&gt;You stay in stride and make a diving catch&lt;br /&gt;The announcer says "Whoa! way for Gatlin to avoid the sack!"&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up offense still in effect&lt;br /&gt;Time is ticking, not much left&lt;br /&gt;Me and the line run to the spot&lt;br /&gt;I say hike, spike the ball, 30 seconds left&lt;br /&gt;30 more yards, that's a second a yard&lt;br /&gt;I call the huddle "Alright boys, we all knew this would be hard"&lt;br /&gt;I call a draw and he breaks for 16&lt;br /&gt;14 to paydirt, could the underdog beat the shoe-in team&lt;br /&gt;After stopping the clock we're left with 10&lt;br /&gt;"Alright this is it, we've got to get in"&lt;br /&gt;I get the play and look your way&lt;br /&gt;I smile and joke "We all gotta die someday"&lt;br /&gt;I settle under the center and look towards the endzone&lt;br /&gt;I hike the ball and stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still I my senses increase&lt;br /&gt;I can see sweat, smell must, and hear scampering feet&lt;br /&gt;I take my drop back and plant my feet&lt;br /&gt;Bounce two times and look for the TD&lt;br /&gt;All is covered I might have to run&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere Suggs is a comin'&lt;br /&gt;I see him and I start to runnin'&lt;br /&gt;On the run looking for my go to man&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the corner waving your hand&lt;br /&gt;It'll be tough with ed breaking on the ball&lt;br /&gt;But I gather myself and go for it all&lt;br /&gt;I meet Ray Ray for the second time today&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is lay their and pray&lt;br /&gt;You juggle the ball and Ed makes the tackle&lt;br /&gt;The question is did you maintian possession when all of this happenned&lt;br /&gt;The referee whitsles the ball incomplete&lt;br /&gt;I rollover and sigh as I am helped to my feet&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, official's review&lt;br /&gt;The America's on pause as he walks to the booth&lt;br /&gt;On a knee I wait for the results&lt;br /&gt;Did you catch the ball or did you choke&lt;br /&gt;Words aren't exchanged as we wait for the decision&lt;br /&gt;Im still a little woozy from my recent collision&lt;br /&gt;Finally the ref comes back to the field&lt;br /&gt;Turns on his speaker so we can all hear&lt;br /&gt;"After reviewing the play the WR maintained possession"&lt;br /&gt;"The ruling is a touchdown and ends the regulation"&lt;br /&gt;We did it we won, we earned the trophy&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired and hurt, I'll cellebrate in the morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-7391500993871919292?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/7391500993871919292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/2009/02/3rd-and-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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you</title><content type='html'>To the perosn in the back who lets life pass them by&lt;br /&gt;To the perosn that's alive, but might as well die&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP&lt;br /&gt;You only live once, for how long who know's&lt;br /&gt;But this message is one's that  know how this story goes&lt;br /&gt;You would have said something, but you were too shy&lt;br /&gt;Was planning on dancing, but their was another guy&lt;br /&gt;Do not let the experince of life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;You don't want the last thoughts in your head to be "why didn't I"&lt;br /&gt;You may never see these people again&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know her and who cares about him&lt;br /&gt;The world by no means is for the quiet and meek&lt;br /&gt;For those who aren't heard when they are ready to speak&lt;br /&gt;The world is conquered by those who deny&lt;br /&gt;that they will be treated like an ordinary guy&lt;br /&gt;Starting at this moment, say no more&lt;br /&gt;No longer will you hold the wall on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Nol longer will the girl of your dreams pass you by&lt;br /&gt;No longer will you sit in the shower and cry&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that last one was a little overboard&lt;br /&gt;But are you going to be the flagman or the one holding the sword?&lt;br /&gt;If you itch then scratch it,&lt;br /&gt;See something you want then, grab it&lt;br /&gt;Make your needs and wants getting done a habit&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, you miss 100% of the shots you don't take&lt;br /&gt;Jordan said that and he became great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6063741117499456583-1813907648002776666?l=soupagatman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupagatman.blogspot.com/feeds/1813907648002776666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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