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My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds me Why I hate my body My body My body I despise My body The reflection reminds me why Why can’t I be perfect Why am I so nervous Why am I so ashamed of my body My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds Why I hate my body My body My body I am disgusted By my body The reflection remind me why Why can’t I be pretty Why can’t I be like everyone else Why can’t I look at my body without throwing up My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds Why I hate my body My body My body I fear my body The reflection reminds me why Why can’t I feel loved Why is my heart broken Why do I feel so alone My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds Why I hate my body My body My body Why can’t everyone Just let me be me Why do I feel so empty They tell me I’m fine They tell me to ignore what they say But it is not that That makes me feel this way It’s the voices in my mind Telling me to give up Why won’t they shut up Why don’t they just take their own advice Why won’t they just shut up My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds me Why I hate my body My body I despise My body The reflection reminds me Why don’t i feel love Why won’t they shut up Saying it is all in my mind What do they know about me What do they know about My body Oh I hate My body oh I hate my body The reflection reminds me Why i hate my body All that I know is I'm a thief stealing positivity Hiding my insecurities, my body shame is the tragedy My body oh I hate my body Cause all I know is this drought full of self-doubt My body oh I hate my body My reflection remind me why I hate my body Self-hate running deep inside of me My self-hate struggles stole away my positivity I don't want to live because they're just as bad as me sometimes I wish I was never seen My body oh I hate my body My reflection reminds me why I hate my body

(Verse 1) Oh, we rollin' through history, With phrases that got mystery, Veni, vidi, vici, you know it's true, I came, I saw, I conquered, who knew? Alea iacta est, the die has been cast, Making bold moves, we’re learning fast. (Chorus) Et tu, Brute?, we love our Latin phrases, They take us back through those ancient mazes. Et tu, Brute?, we’re learning every line, From the past to the present, it’s Latin time! (Verse 2) Carpe diem, seize the day, Live for the moment, don’t let it slip away. Cogito, ergo sum, I think and I know, Philosophers rockin' that knowledge flow. Acta, non verba, deeds over words, Actions speak louder, let’s spread the word. (Chorus) No, we love our Latin phrases, They take us back through those ancient mazes. Et tu, Brute?, we’re learning every line, From the past to the present, it’s Latin time! (Bridge) So many phrases, they light up our minds, Through time and space, their wisdom binds. We’ll carry them forward, keep them alive, With every new lesson, we’ll surely thrive. (Chorus) Et tu, Brute?, we love our Latin phrases, They take us back through those ancient mazes. Et tu, Brute?, we’re learning every line, From the past to the present, it’s Latin time! (Outro) So let’s embrace what the ancients taught, With Latin phrases, knowledge can’t be bought. Et tu, Brute?, we’ll shout it loud, Latin history makes us proud!

MLA Format Jam (Verse 1) 'Cause the author’s in the front, gotta start it right, Last name, first, keeping it tight, Next comes the title, italicize it bold, Don’t forget the container, let the story unfold. (Chorus) It's a citation, yeah, it’s a citation, MLA style, we’re on a mission, With the hanging indent, you gotta pay attention, Formatting's key, that's our tradition. (Verse 2) Other contributors, if they're in the mix, Like editors or translators, we gotta fix, Version comes next, don’t let it slide, Then the number, keep the details inside. (Chorus) It's a citation, yeah, it’s a citation, MLA style, we’re on a mission, With the hanging indent, you gotta pay attention, Formatting's key, that's our tradition. (Bridge) Publisher and date, gotta stay on track, Then the location, put that in the back, All the punctuation, gotta make it right, Citing your sources, shining so bright. (Chorus) It's a citation, yeah, it’s a citation, MLA style, we’re on a mission, With the hanging indent, you gotta pay attention, Formatting's key, that's our tradition. (Outro) So when you write your paper, keep this in your mind, MLA formatting, it’s one of a kind, Follow these steps, you’ll be on your way, To ace that assignment, hooray, hooray!

Throttle down feel the engine roar Dusty in the rear view got it to the floor Steel and rubber kissing the line Hitting that groove with speed and time Smoke on the asphalt grit in my face Nothing but the track in this high speed chase Every turn I'm dancing with fate won't settle for second place so I accelerate Bending wheels fire in my veins Burning up the asphalt not touching the brakes Breeze and crowd screaming as I make my run For in this race I'm the only one There's no other high than going hundred and ten When I raise that checker flag and capture the win The rush, the thrill, the edge I crave Bending wheels, nothing to save Bending wheels fire in my veins Burning up the asphalt not touching the brakes Breeze and crowd screaming as I make my run In this race I'm the only one Throttle down the road calls me home On the edge of speed where I'm not alone Blazing fast in a flash of light Bend them wheels dad go on ride into the night

(Verse 1) Yo, check it, we’re learnin’ today, Interrogative mood, it’s here to stay, Asks a question, clarity in play, What, where, and when, let’s not delay! (Chorus) I’mma ask, I’mma seek, Questions flowin’, it’s unique, Who, what, where, when, and why, In the interrogative, we reach for the sky! (Verse 2) Is it right? Can you see? Do you understand this with me? Let’s engage, let’s be clear, In this mood, there’s nothing to fear! (Chorus) I’mma ask, I’mma seek, Questions flowin’, it’s unique, Who, what, where, when, and why, In the interrogative, we reach for the sky! (Bridge) Can you tell me what you know? How does this verb mood flow? Every question helps us grow, Learning together, let’s go, let’s go! (Chorus) I’mma ask, I’mma seek, Questions flowin’, it’s unique, Who, what, where, when, and why, In the interrogative, we reach for the sky! (Outro) So remember this vibe, keep it alive, Interrogative mood, let’s thrive, Ask away, don’t be shy, With questions in our hearts, we’ll always fly high!

He could hear a knock on the door, As the nails of ripper drilling a bore, On the door with a peeping hole, Through which there never came a soul. The tap striking more and more, “Here I come”, he ventured to explore, Looking through the hole on the door, He heard a tone, evil as days of yore. The tone of sadness, the tone of fear. Tone of all the pains he’s had to hear. The sound of nails rapping on veneer. Sound of curses no one dared to hear. shattered and battered at the sound. his feet ran quick as they could pound. through the first room that he found. bumping the door, he turned around. he turned around hearing no tone. there, nothing to worry or to atone . then came the knock as rapping a stone. burning the webs of peace he had sewn. the peace ablaze, he thought of the locker, the room no safe, he made the run rougher in locker was peace and nothing to suffer. inside was the dark yet the knock was tougher. his ears and eyes fazed but wary. in dark, heard no tune and felt merry. thought of it a dream he had to burry. just then came the knocks more scary. He heard a knock on the locker door, As the nails of ripper drilling a bore, On the door was no peeping hole, Out the locker never came a soul.

Here’s a captivating version of **"Hustle for the Hood"** that dives deep into the emotions, unity, and resilience found in hustling for the community: --- **Intro:** Eh, na hustle we dey, no turning back For my hood, I go carry the stack From the gutter, we dey rise, no be joke For my people, this fire, I provoke **Verse 1:** Every day we dey run, chasing dreams for the block From sunrise to nightfall, no time for talk I dey see my people, we dey face our fears Through blood, sweat, and hustle, we wipe our tears For my hood, I go push, make we see light Even when darkness dey try dim our sight Na here I find family, na here I find hope We dey climb this ladder, we no dey cope **Chorus:** Hustle for the hood, na we get am strong From the ghetto streets, we belong For my area, I go fight, I go bleed Hustle for the hood, till we succeed **Verse 2:** Na my brothers, wey dey stand like rock No matter wetin, we no go fall or flop From nothing to something, we dey build our way For my people, I go hustle night and day I dey see mama smile, papa nod with pride For the future we dey shape, we dey hustle to survive Omo, na love for the street, make us who we be From grass to grace, we go live our dream **Chorus:** Hustle for the hood, na we get am strong From the ghetto streets, we belong For my area, I go fight, I go bleed Hustle for the hood, till we succeed **Bridge:** This hustle na for legacy, make e shine For my brothers, for my sisters, make we climb We dey hold each other, no go leave behind Hustle for the hood, with a strong mind **Outro:** Na the hood raise me, and I no go forget For this soil, I dey plant my sweat We go make am, no matter how tough Hustle for the hood, till we rise above --- This version emphasizes the loyalty, pride, and dedication to uplifting the hood, bringing out the collective ambition to succeed and inspire others.

Here’s a revised version with improved rhyming and flow: --- **Welcome to the collective, If you wanna join, you best be selective. Being an artist? It’s not an elective, That’s why these bitches stay protective.** **First, we got Chris, the man in charge, From New York City, left livin' large. A proclaimed five-mag god, they say, Hittin' the gym, buildin' muscle every day.** **Next up is Angel, Chicano’s style, Lost the bun but kept the smile. Speaks in Spanish, smooth bilingual, New vibe on point — call him Domingo.** **Then there’s Krista, vibrant and true, Not just bi; colors all she do. Tattooing lesbians, keepin' it real, Her ink’s got that rainbow feel.** **Joey and Leelee, married strong, But feed her quick when her hunger’s long. They’re cool, always in sync together, Leelee the mentor, down for whatever.** **Brayden's fresh, the new kid in line, Talent on lock, waitin' to shine. Music bumpin’—ain’t no game, Soon they’ll all know his name.** **Yolanda, mother, we miss her touch, Call her Houdini, gone but loved so much.** **Chase be wild, with brushes to bear, Modern Bob Ross, with talent to spare. Vote for the vibe he brings around, Creativity that’s homeward bound.** **Adam’s work? Creepy yet sleek, Fast with the ink, mysterious streak. Now a dad, he’s all about life, Hurries home to be with his wife.** **Thurman Mormon, glitter tattoo, A sparkly touch, with colors that woo.** **Dustin came in, killin' the scene, Cali boy rep, though it’s too routine— Just playin', but he knows it’s real, Crowded there but he’s got appeal.** **Christian’s Adam’s apprentice, boss baby in the shop, Running things steady, he’ll rise to the top. A little bossy, baby face and all, But handles it like he’s got the call Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why they call the bitches protective

[Pulsating Beat Intro] [Dark Introspective Mood] [Verse 1] [Chanting Female Vocal] Przez palce nam przeciekłaaa młodość grzechu wartaaa zamiast liczenia na siebieee liczenie na fartaaa ludzie z młodości już nieee znają się na żartach (bo wszyscy) chcą się znaaaać [Short Break] na drogich zegarkach [Powerful Female Vocal] [Intense Build-Up]] (na dietaaach) dietach pudełkowych (na monetaaach) pożyczkach chwilowych (na psychotropowych lekach) dożywotnich hipotekach (na tanich) chirurgach tureckich [Vocal Beat Drop] i majątkach na przetaaarg [Diva Solo] aaa kieeedyś znaliśmy się na ustawkach i tanich metaaach [Baseline Breakdown] [Chorus] [Soulful Female Vocal] [Emotional Build-up] Wciąż szukając szczęściaaa trafiamy do piekłaaa nasze życieee to jest graaa [Heavy Bass Drop] [Emotional climax] Rosyjskaaa Ruletkaaa *gunshots* [Acapella Break] Palec na spuście (czuję się luźno) Popatrz mi (w oczy) i powieeedz żeee nieee jeeest zaaa późnooo [Post-Chorus] [Chanting Female Vocal] że jeszczeee mamy czaaas zanim nasz świaaat runieee jaaak domeeek z kaaart [Bass Solo Break] [Verse 2] [Powerful Female Vocal] Wpaaadliśmy we własneee sidłaaa (Jesteśmy) w potrzaskuuu budowaliśmy coś Aleee tooo Zaaameeek z Piaskuuu [Baseline Bulid Up] [Melancholic Female Vocal] Teraaaz gdy nasze marzeniaaa w bezkresny pył zamieniaaa wiatr Wchodzimy vaaaa banque Mając w ręku parę słabych kaaart [Crisp Beat Drop] Licząc znowu na faaart [Diva Solo] [Powerful Female Vocal] I oby tym razem wyszłooo (złote rozdanieee) Na stół rzucamy wszystkooo Nawęt nasz looos na sztooos naaaa sztos (naaasz los) [Baseline Solo Break] [Final Chorus] [Soulful Female Vocal] [Emotional Build-up] Wciąż szukając szczęściaaa trafiamy do piekłaaaa nasze życie to jest graaa [Heavy Bass Drop] [Emotional climax] [Powerful Female Vocal] Rosyjskaaa Ruletkaaa *gunshots* [Silent Break] Z palcem na spuście czuję się luźnooo spójrz mi prosto w oczy powiedz że nie jest za późnooo [Post-Chorus] [Big Final] [Uncanny Female Vocal] Że jeszczeee mamy czaaas zanim nasz świaaat runieee jaaak domeeek z kaaart a ogień w sercach który się tlił w dym zamieeeni looos A nas rozsypieee w pył (tylkoo pro-o-och i pył) [Dark Crisp Melodic End] [Smoky Female Vocal] [Hypnotic Choirs] To jest graaa Nie jest za późnooo Graaamy Vaaa Banque (palec drży na spuścieee) Czuję się luźnooo Rosyjska Ruletkaaa (Rosyjskaaa Ruletka)

I’m in your city, better watch where you step, Rolling through the blocks like a shadow in the depths, Eyes on the prize, I’m just stacking respect, Ain't here to play nice, I'm here to collect. Got the streets on alert, yeah, they know my name, I’m the spark in the dark, setting fire to the game, I don’t need no permission, this is my domain, When I’m in your city, they gon' feel the flame. Corners on lockdown, eyes in the mist, Every beat hits hard like a clenched fist, You thought you had a hold, but it don’t exist, 'Cause I’m in your city now, yeah, I own this.

Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why they call the bitches protective First we got Chris the owner of the place From New York he left without a trace A proclaimed 5 mag god He be in that gym workin on his bod Go to angel a touch of Chicano He cut off his bun who he think he is Speaking Spanish that boy is bilingual Nuevo hombre call him Domingo Take it to krista that girl is colorful Not cause she’s bi it’s just what she do Tattin the lesbians almost every day Joey and leelee yeah they be married When she is hangry yeah that be scary But they be cool and do it togetha Yeah she be that mentor Brayden the young one, new to the game So he gotta keep his talent tame His music be bumpin no it ain’t a game Shout out Yolanda yeah she be a mother Call her Houdini we miss her like no other Over to Chase yeah that boy be crazy Call him a modern bob ross yeah got talent Now go run and fill out yo ballot Adam that dude his work be creepy That dude so quick you’d think he’s sneaky Now he’s a dad and about that life He gotta go home to bang his wife Thurman Mormon do the glitter tattoo Just a touch a sparkly and some color too Dustin joined and be killin the game But he came from cali and that shit be lame Just kidding but it be overcrowded for real Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why they call the bitches protective

Yo, I lace up my boots, step onto the field, But the hate in the stands, man, it feels too real. From the whistle to the final call, they scream and shout, Disrespect in their mouths, tryna shut us down, no doubt. But we play for the love, not the color of skin, We rise as one, let the game begin. Kicks on the turf, we all chase that dream, But some still judge us by the shade of our skin. Red card for the hate, yellow for the lies, We’re here for the game, no matter what they despise. They can talk all they want, but they’ll never break us, We’re united on this field, our hearts are contagious. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Color doesn't matter when we all play as one. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Together we shine, yeah, we all belong. From the streets of Rio to the heart of Milan, Football’s our language, we all got a plan. They see the talent, but they still throw the shade, Trying to dim the light, man, they want us to fade. But look at the team, we're diverse and strong, Our unity's the anthem, our hearts sing the song. Don't care if I’m black or brown, or any shade in between, On this field, we’re kings, we’re chasing that dream. It’s not about the hate, it's about the game we play, From Africa to Europe, we all got something to say. They try to hold us down, but we stand tall and proud, Breaking every barrier, we ain’t backing down. So let the world see, when we step in the light, We’re all human beings, together we fight. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Color doesn't matter when we all play as one. Racism in the stands, but we rise above, Kicking the hate out, playing with love. On the pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we from, Together we shine, yeah, we all belong. From the pitch to the streets, we demand respect, No room for hate, we’ll never forget. Racism’s a game that no one should play, Let’s keep pushing forward, change the world today.