My finger traces over the glass, grimy from the years it went by without cleaning. Now, bloody, too, from my finger. What I see staring back at me is a dimly-lit hallway, complete with chandeliers hanging, wax dried below and dusty from years of disuse. A dark red carpet, the ends darkened and stains, barely visible from the blood that's been dripping on it. Plain walls, without adornment, only gr...

Do re mi, there is a tree.

Re mi fa, there is no tree.

Mi fa so, I see the clouds.

Fa so la, those clouds are shroud.

So la ti do, we die blow by blow....

The blazing sun scorches my back harshly as I’m bent over a field of sweet potatoes. I look up, squinting my eyes at the sun. Sweat was dripping from my upper lip, my forehead, and everywhere on my body. Little rocks tickle my feet painfully but I take another step and bend over for the millionth time.

I wish there was a genie around, the one in mama’s stories that would grant the wishes of prin...

I’ve never really looked too deep into the story of the song but it sounds like Eminem is in a rap battle. The lyrics obviously make it out that Eminem is quite full of himself but I mean, what can you say? It’s a rap battle. Quite a few times, he would insult his opponent but calling him a faggot, the definition of the word is not any different than it was during that day but it seems like the me...