<?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-6673719</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:15:41.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Place</title><subtitle type='html'>were lines i couldn't change...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossing-lines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-lines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673719.post-108611819178426287</id><published>2004-06-01T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T12:29:51.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He said, she said, they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a damn about what they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it really matter, in the end?  The story?  What story?  Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to do nothin but be yourself and die.&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/6673719-108611819178426287?l=crossing-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108611819178426287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108611819178426287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-lines.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108611819178426287' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673719.post-108128402457227936</id><published>2004-04-06T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T13:44:10.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all nas needs is one mic...  but me?  I need a lot more stuff than that..  Cause with his one mic he can spit endless stuff someone will record, I on the other hand need to lay down all the beats, mix it, lace it, then lay the vox, then splice and add..  I mean, I wish all i needed was one mic...  such ish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673719-108128402457227936?l=crossing-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108128402457227936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108128402457227936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-lines.blogspot.com/2004_04_06_archive.html#108128402457227936' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673719.post-108119706267718022</id><published>2004-04-05T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:34:46.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bones sinking like stones, all that we've fought for.  Homes places we've grown all of us are done for.  We live in a beautiful world, yeah we do, yeah we do.  We live in a beautiful world.  (wish kailea could see that...  mang, she's a ho)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673719-108119706267718022?l=crossing-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108119706267718022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108119706267718022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-lines.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108119706267718022' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673719.post-108094067068772971</id><published>2004-04-02T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T13:21:30.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here they come the business men, like a herd of cattle walking in, the exchange has officially begun.  now all the offices are buzzing, the executives are busy bees they watch the gears turn in the employees.  and they just turn smile, shift repeat.  turn, smile, shift repeat.  there's a crowd forming on wallstreet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673719-108094067068772971?l=crossing-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108094067068772971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108094067068772971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-lines.blogspot.com/2004_04_02_archive.html#108094067068772971' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673719.post-108085443752229425</id><published>2004-04-01T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T13:24:16.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I alone love you, I alone tempt you.  I alone love you, fear is not the end of this.  I alone love you, I alone tempt you.  I alone love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673719-108085443752229425?l=crossing-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108085443752229425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108085443752229425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-lines.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085443752229425' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673719.post-108076742844739837</id><published>2004-03-31T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T13:14:06.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>call me (why you naggin me?)&lt;br /&gt;call me (why you hounding me?)&lt;br /&gt;call me (why you harassing me?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673719-108076742844739837?l=crossing-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108076742844739837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108076742844739837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-lines.blogspot.com/2004_03_31_archive.html#108076742844739837' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673719.post-108068608249829698</id><published>2004-03-30T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:38:18.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and all my niggas in the pen, here we go again.  aint nothing seperating us but my mac 10!  born in the ghetto as a hustler, older, a straight soldier.  buckin at the busters.  and no matter how you drop niggas never die, we just retaliate with hate, then we multiply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673719-108068608249829698?l=crossing-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108068608249829698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108068608249829698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-lines.blogspot.com/2004_03_30_archive.html#108068608249829698' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673719.post-108025875717170640</id><published>2004-03-25T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T15:56:06.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Put me in my place before I put you in your place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673719-108025875717170640?l=crossing-lines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108025875717170640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673719/posts/default/108025875717170640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossing-lines.blogspot.com/2004_03_25_archive.html#108025875717170640' title=''/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595303343036881540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
