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billhawks · 2 years ago

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Look

If you had one shot, or one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted

One moment

Would you capture it or just let it slip?

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 crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's choking how, everybody's joking now

The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow!

Snap back to reality

Oh, there goes gravity

Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked

He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no

He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes

It don't matter, he's dope

He knows that but he's broke

He's so stagnant, he knows when he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's

Back to the lab again, yo

This whole rhapsody

He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better

The soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping

This world is mine for the taking

Make me king, as we move toward a new world order

A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem

It only grows harder, homie grows hotter

He blows, it's all over

These hoes is all on him

Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter

Lonely roads, God only knows

He's knows is grown farther from home, he's no father

He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water

His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who flows

He nose dove and sold nada

So the soap opera is told and unfolds

I suppose it's old partner but the beat goes on

Da da dum, da dum da da

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage

Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged

I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed

I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher

Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper

All the pain inside amplified by the fact

That I can't get by with my 9-to-5

And I can't provide the right type of life for my family

'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers

And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life

And these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder

Trying to feed and water my seed, plus

Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna

Baby mama drama's screaming on and

Too much for me to wanna stay in one spot, another day of monotony

Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot

Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not

Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go

I cannot grow old in Salem's lot

So here I go it's my shot

Feet, fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got

You better

Lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Now, what is the meaning of this? It better not be more of that “homoerotic poetry” that other psycho was talking about.

#asks #help

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my-chaos-radio · 1 month ago

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Release: October 28, 2002

Lyrics:

Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment

Would you capture it or just let it slip?

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 crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's chokin', how? Everybody's jokin' now

The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow

Snap back to reality, ope, there goes gravity

Ope, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad

But he won't give up that easy, no, he won't have it

He knows his whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter

He's dope, he knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant

He knows when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's

Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody

Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better

His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping

This world is mine for the taking, make me king

As we move toward a new world order

A normal life is boring, but superstardom's

Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder

Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over

These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows

He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads

God only knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father

He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water

These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who flows

He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera

Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner

But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah-dah-dah

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage

Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged

I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed

I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher

Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper

All the pain inside amplified by the

Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-

Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family

'Cause, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers

And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life

And these times are so hard, and it's gettin' even harder

Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter

Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna

Baby-mama drama, screamin' on her, too much for me to wanna

Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's gotten me

To the point I'm like a snail, I've got

To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot

Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not

Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got

To go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot

So here I go, it's my shot; feet, fail me not

This may be the only opportunity that I got

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better

Songwriter:

Marshall Mathers / Jeff Bass / Luis Resto

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Eminem

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rainsmediaradio · 1 year ago

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Eminem - Lose Yourself Lyrics

Eminem - Lose Yourself Lyrics Intro Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo 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 crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him, and Chorus You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… Verse 2 His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking, make me king As we move toward a new world order A normal life is boring, but superstardom's Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose, 'cause here goes the cold water These hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah Chorus You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… Verse 3 No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to- Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family 'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and it's gettin' even harder Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's Gotten me to the point I'm like a snail, I've got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got To go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot So here I go, it's my shot, feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got Chorus You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better… Outro You can do anything you set your mind to, man Read the full article

#Eminem

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rotcivnasrabb · 2 years ago

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EMINEM

LOSE YOURSELF

Back to REALITY

Up there goes gravity

Look

If you had one shot, or one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted

One moment

Would you capture it or just let it slip?

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 crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's choking how, everybody's joking now

The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow!

Snap back to reality

Oh, there goes gravity

Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked

He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no

He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes

It don't matter, he's dope

He knows that but he's broke

He's so stagnant, he knows when he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's

Back to the lab again, yo

This whole rhapsody

He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better

The soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping

This world is mine for the taking

Make me king, as we move toward a new world order

A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem

It only grows harder, homie grows hotter

He blows, it's all over

These hoes is all on him

Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter

Lonely roads, God only knows

He's knows is grown farther from home, he's no father

He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water

His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who flows

He nose dove and sold nada

So the soap opera is told and unfolds

I suppose it's old partner but the beat goes on

Da da dum, da dum da da

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage

Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged

I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed

I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher

Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper

All the pain inside amplified by the fact

That I can't get by with my 9-to-5

And I can't provide the right type of life for my family

'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers

And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life

And these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder

Trying to feed and water my seed, plus

Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna

Baby mama drama's screaming on and

Too much for me to wanna stay in one spot, another day of monotony

Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot

Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not

Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go

I cannot grow old in Salem's lot

So here I go it's my shot

Feet, fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got

You better

Lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Back to reality

Up there goes gravity

( Rabbit 🐇)

#Youtube

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cbjustmusic · 2 years ago

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Kasey Chambers covering Eminem’s “Lose Yourself”. _______________________________ Lose Yourself Songwriters: Marshall Mathers, Luis Resto and Jeff Bass

Look If you had One shot Or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted In one moment Would you capture it? Or just let it slip? Yo

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 crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking how, everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over, bloah!

Snap back to reality Oh, there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no He won't have it, he knows His whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo This whole rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better Lose yourself in the music, the moment, you own it You better never let it go You only get one shot Do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better Lose yourself in the music, the moment, you own it You better never let it go You only get one shot Do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo (You better)

The soul's escaping Through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a new world order A normal life is boring But superstardom's close to post mortem It only grows harder, homie grows hotter He blows, it's all over, these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter

Lonely roads, God only knows he's grown farther From home, he's known father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water These h- don't want him no more, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it's old partner, but the beat goes on Da da dum, da dum da da da da

You better Lose yourself in the music, the moment, you own it You better never let it go You only get one shot Do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better Lose yourself in the music, the moment, you own it You better never let it go (go) You only get one shot Do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo (you better)

No more games, I'm a change what you call rage Tear this motherf- roof off like two dogs caged I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my nine to Five and I can't provide the right type of Life for my family 'Cause man, these g- food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life

And these times are so hard And it's getting even harder trying to feed and water my seed plus Teeter totter, caught up between being a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screaming on her, too much For me to wanna stay in one spot Another day of monotony has gotten me To the point, I'm like a snail, I've got to formulate a plot Or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherf- option Failure's not

Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go it's my shot Feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got

You better Lose yourself in the music, the moment, you own it You better never let it go (go) You only get one shot Do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

#kasey chambers #eminem #marshall mathers #luis resto #jeff bass

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biolabs-soldier · 6 years ago

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Long post:

I was never a fan of rap growing up, but when I went to college, I became exposed to it more. I mainly gravitated towards Eminem. I cannot explain why, but once I heard how real his music can be-- the fact that be bases his songs off of his own experiences-- I immediately became more attuned to the lyrics in his songs.

One song I can honestly relate to, whether it was Eminem’s intention or not, is “Lose Yourself”. Yes, I know the song is about his journey to becoming the rapper he was at that point in time, but using my own experiences, I can honestly say that I can apply this to my life.

I have been lucky enough to not have many barriers in my life, but the recurring barrier that I still battle with today is my stutter. I have had it since I began to talk and I have gone through hell. The constant bullying as a kid, even from family, the fear of being made fun of wherever I go. However, listening to “Lose Yourself” helps me when I feel stressed because I can honestly relate to the lyrics, even if Eminem’s story is nowhere near mine, and vice versa.

If you have read this far, I implore you to keep reading so you can get into the mind of a stutterer. If not, there are no hard feelings.

Yo! His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already: Mom's spaghetti

Speaking is nerve-racking for stutterers. Even daily conversation with friends can be stress-inducing. You can become physically nauseous as your body is physically cramping as you squeeze the words out.

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

No one can tell by looking at someone if they have a stutter.

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow!

You seem like you don’t know what you are saying, or what you mean to say. [I suffer from mostly “blocks”, which is when words are stuck in your throat until you can force the sound out... sometimes painfully]. You can even just sit there and make a little yelp, and people laugh. Your time to ask a question or say something can pass right by you.

Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

The world keeps spinning, regardless of your feelings and hardships. You need to dig deeper into the sand and lift yourself up. A daily struggle when constant physical strain on your throat, eyes, and stomach are recurring.

You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better…

Regardless of your stutter, you need to say what you need to say. Even if you can’t speak fluently at all.

His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping

Words can hang in your throat and slowly slither out, just a sound. “s-s-s-s”

This world is mine for the taking, make me king

As we move toward a New World Order

A normal life is boring; but superstardom's Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder

You can lead a normal life with a stutter, but there are internal struggles you fight with daily.

Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over

You can speak fluently for a while and then psyche yourself out because you are speaking so fluently.

These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

Another reference to having a normal life. People like you, and you even have relationships, but sometimes you can look in the mirror and not even recognize yourself.

But hold your nose, 'cause here goes the cold water

These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner But the beat goes on: da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah

People’s true colors show and those you thought were friends can be talking shit about you behind your back.

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to- Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family 'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and it's gettin' even harder Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's Gotten me to the point I'm like a snail, I've got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin' option—failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got To go; I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot So here I go, it's my shot: feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got

Having a stutter is one of the most frustrating things I have ever experienced, and I have seen myself at my angriest when I cannot speak, have a block, or have a stutter more than usual. You psyche yourself out when your future comes into play: getting interviews, making friends, getting into relationships, etc. Regardless, the world doesn’ t give a shit if you stutter or are fluent. You need to lift yourself up from your ashes and keep going. Work for what you want, always know your limits, and do your best to meet them and even surpass them if possible. Recognize your own achievements because no one else will. No one knows the pain you’re going through and no one else can understand it. Just do your thing, go for what you need to do to succeed in life.

If you read all of this, I am extremely grateful. It’s easy to read the words and have the patience, but if I were to read this, I doubt many would have the patience to listen.. let alone hold their tongues.

In short, Eminem is a relatable rapper, and his music has gotten me through some hard times. So listen to “Lose Yourself” once and maybe see it in a new light.

Thanks for reading, everyone!

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #lose yourself in the music #stutter #stutterer #hardships #let me finish #NSA #rap god #eminem kamikaze #8 mile #dr dre

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silviakonishi · 4 years ago

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amsterdam, couchsurfing experience

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Remember Pinocchio’s Pleasure Island? Okay, now let’s just take that idea to the next level and adapt it to an adult concept of 'Pleasure Island'. That's what Amsterdam is about. It's just insane. I like to describe it as "the city of contrasts" due to the great divergence between its traditional roots and the open minded culture. As I walk through the city, I can’t help but be captivated by the houses: tall, skinny and colorful, reflecting their architectorial beauty in the calm waters of the romantic canals, when all of a sudden, surprise surprise! I see a pair of tits in a shop window and realize I ended up in the red light district.

My friend and I are sitting by a canal and we’re overhearing a conversation between an old man in his 70s and a guy in his 30s. The old man is saying that today he smoked pot for the first time in his life and that he „kinda liked it“. I can’t help but imagine my sweet grandpa just chilling with his old good homies smoking a spliff getting blazed in a coffeeshop in Amsterdam. Just crazy

But here's the cool part of our trip: a few days before coming here with my friend I’d received her text „wanna couchsurf in Amesterdam?“. Couchsurfing.org is a community of people who host and/or get hosted by someone at their place for free. Millions of users use couchsurfing.org and you can leave reviews on your host‘s or guest’s profile. This is really useful, although the fact of sleeping over at someone’s you‘ve never met before could be kinda questionable, but at the end of the day you only live once, right? I texted her back: „Great idea, we can save money and get to know some locals, I’m down.“. So my friend got us a place to stay at this dutch guy‘s.

My friend and I are having some 7 Up and chilling at Hunter’s.

„So what does he look like?“ I ask. „Dutch“ she says. “Aight.” I respond.

It’s getting dark and it’s time to take the metro and head to this guy’s place. We get on the subway and a good 10 stops later we get off somewhere deserted in the outskirts of Amsterdam. It’s dark and quiet and nobody is around.

„So, which way should we go?“ I ask. She says „he texted me the way. So when we exit the metro we’ll need to go left and walk 500 meters, on the right there should be a parking lot, we gotta go in the parking lot and go thourgh the pedestrian underpass. When we exit the underpass, we should find a condo. We can’t go wrong because he said that’s the only building in the area.“ I look at her with my eyes popping out of my eyeballs „mmh, are you sure about these directions? Like, it sounds somewhat suspicious.“ „yeah, right? it sounds like the beginning of a horror movie.“ She laughs nervously. I say „Well, yeah… should we go?“ She says „well, at this point we can at least go and meet him, if he gives off some weird vibes we’ll just leave I guess.“ I say „Fair enough. Let’s go then.“

It’s getting kind of chilly and we’re rather quiet while walking towards the house of our host. All I can hear is our footsteps. 500 meters later we arrive at the parking lot. It’s very big with just a few cars parked and there are just a few lights on here and there. We look around and finally find the underpass covered in graffitis. I never liked tunnels, they make me feel claustrophobic, but we walk through it. „We should be close“ she says. We get to the end of the tunnel and see an enormous building: the only building in the area. All lights are off and it looks abandoned.

„Wait, is this like a hospital or something?“ she asks me. „mmh, kind of? looks like nobody’s living here.“ I answer. She says: „Let me call him“… „Hey, we’re here. Where you at? … Ok, see you.“. „is he coming?“ I ask. „Yeah, he should be here in a minute.“

We are in a very isolated area and this building looks like an abandoned hospital or hotel. I’m a bit anxious but I know we’ll be OK.

A few minutes later we hear a door opening and then footsteps on grass and twigs. We can hear the steps getting closer but we can’t see anybody as it is really dark. All of a sudden this tall, thin, blonde, smiley guy pops up from the building’s yard smoking a cigarette in his slippers: „Hi, I’m sorry. How are you? Nice to meet you, sorry for keeping you waiting.“ We shake hands and introduce ourselves. I have to admit the whole situation looks kind of bizarre and potentially perilous, but this guy gives off very genuine and trustworthy vibes. „How was the trip?“ he asks. „Fine, we arrived this morning.“ says my friend. „You’re coming from Brussels, right?“ „Yes, we came by train, it’s just a couple hours from here.“ she says. „Yeah, it’s not too far. I’m happy you had a safe trip. So let’s go this way, I live here.“ he says.

We walk through the gate. The yard is messy, the grass is tall and I can’t really see where I step. As we walk towards the entrence he breaks the silence and asks: „So are you both american?“. „No, I come from a town near Bologna, in Italy.“ I say. “Oh, cool. I love Italy, I actually have many friends in Bologna because I did my erasmus there.” “That’s cool, did you learn any italian?” “A little. I mean, I understand the general sense of a conversation but I can’t speak it very well unfortunatey.”

We arrive at the entrance and get in. The building is dark, the electricity must not be working.

“Oh, uhm, by the way my apartment is on the 7th floor, unfortunately the elevator is out of order.“

We go for the stairs and we keep climbing and climbing and climbing. We get to the 7th floor, he opens the door and there is a long hall. We follow him and walk past a few closed doors.

„I live here.“ he says with a bunch of keys in his hands as he looks for the right one. He finds it and opens the door. I wasn’t expecting to see this. We are in a nice lux apartment with a huge window with a superb view of the city. „Welcome, make yourself at home“. I put my bag on the floor and walk towards the window. The city lights are incredible. There are a few tall buildings in the distance. It looks like a movie. I could stare out the window for hours.

„We brought you some wine, I hope you like it, it‘s red italian wine“ says my friend. „Sure, cool, thank you! I should have a bottle opener somewhere.“

We drink some glasses of wine on these big leather couches in his apartment and talk about lots of different stuff. He seems a really nice person and I feel very comfortable around him. The wine makes me feel warm inside, it’s such a relief. He teaches us interesting facts about the dutch culture and the Netherlands. Did you know that with its network of more than 100km of canals, Amsterdam has a little over a thousand bridges? The oldest one, The Torensluis Bridge, was built in 1648 and it’s the widest one of the city. In 2010 UNESCO recognised Amsterdam’s inner canal ring as a world heritage site and placed them under protection. Nevertheless, up to 15.000 bikes are unfortunately fished out of the canals every year due to vandalism and incorrect disposal. After all, Asmterdam counts more bikes than people! In terms of numbers, Amsterdam counts around 821.000 inhabitants and more than 170 nationalities. It is a very multicultural and open minded city. The Netherlands indeed was the first country in the world to legalize same-sex marriage in 2001 and the recreational use of cannabis in coffeshops in 1972. I’m too drunk to memorize all the other data. But I promise it’s very interesting. We laugh and have a blast and lose track of time. We go to sleep very late at night.

It’s Sunday morning and we wake up rather late. We get ready and go out for breakfast all together. We walk through the city, take pictures, get some souvenirs and have some lunch. We walk towards the train station ��Amsterdam Centraal“. Our train is leaving soon. We thank and say goodbye to our host and hope we will meet again in the near future. Now it’s time to head back to Brussels.

Couchsurfing is an authentic travel experience, which differs from a touristic trip. Couchsurfing gives the opportunity to experience the real life of the city as a local and to become part of it. I am very thankful for this trip and for the kindness of all these humans. Bless.

Xo, Silvia

Ti ricordi il paese dei balocchi di Pinocchio? Bene, ora prendi quel concetto e adattalo a una versione adulta. Questa è Amsterdam. E' pazzesca. Alternativamente, la descriverei come "la città dei contrasti" per la forte contraddizione che c’è tra le sue radici tradizionali e la cultura moderna e di mente aperta. Mentre cammino per la città vengo catturata dalla bellezza delle case: alte, strette e colorate, che riflettono la loro bellezza architettonica nelle calme acque dei romantici canali, quando, ad un certo punto, vedo una donna nuda in una vetrina e mi rendo conto di essere finita nel quartiere a luci rossi. Sorpresa!

La mia amica ed io siamo sedute in riva ad un canale a riposarci un po’. Abbiamo camminato molto e ci fanno male i piedi. Per caso sentiamo la conversazione tra un uomo sulla settantina e un ragazzo sulla trentina seduti su una panchina a pochi metri da noi. L'anziano dice che oggi ha fumato marijuana per la prima volta e che "gli è piaciuto abbastanza". Dopo questa scena mi sto immaginando mio nonno fattissimo che si fuma un cannone con i suoi vecchi cari amici di una vita in un coffeeshop ad Amsterdam. Grande nonno!!

Ma qui viene la parte bella del nostro viaggio: qualche giorno prima di partire, ho ricevuto un messaggio dalla mia amica "ti va se ad Amsterdam usiamo couchsurfing al posto di andare in ostello?". Couchsurfing.org è una comunità di persone che decidono di ospitare viaggiatori, o di essere ospitati, nella loro casa gratuitamente per un paio di notti. Milioni di utenti di tutti i paesi del mondo e di tutte le età usano couchsurfing.org. Si possono lasciare recensioni nel profilo del tuo ospite o di chi hai ospitato. Le recensioni sono molto utili, anche se il fatto di dormire a casa di uno sconosciuto trovato su un sito internet potrebbe essere un po' discutibile, ma alla fine si vive solo una volta, no? Le ho risposto "Bell'idea, così possiamo anche risparmiare soldi e conoscere qualche persona del posto. Ci sto.". Così la mia amica si è messa in contatto con questo ragazzo olandese trovato sul sito e si è accordata per farci ospitare una notte sul suo divano.

Ora siamo a un pub chiamato “Hunter’s” e stiamo bevendo una 7 Up.

"Quindi come ti è sembrato questo ragazzo?" le chiedo. Manda giù il sorso e dice "olandese" Scoppiamo a ridere.

Sta venendo buio ed è l'ora di prendere la metro e avviarci verso la casa di questo ragazzo. Saliamo sulla metro e una decina di fermate dopo scendiamo in un posto deserto nella periferia di Amsterdam. E' buio e silenzioso e non c'è nessuno in giro.

"Da che parte?" le chiedo.

Dice "mi ha mandato un messaggio con le direzioni. Allora, quando usciamo dalla metro dobbiamo andare a sinistra e camminare per 500 metri. Poi sulla destra ci dovrebbe essere un parcheggio, dobbiamo andare nel parcheggio e attraversare il sottopassaggio pedonale. Quando usciamo dal sottopassaggio troveremo un condominio sulla sinistra. Non possiamo sbagliarci perché ha detto che è l'unico palazzo in quella zona."

La guardo confusa e sgranando gli occhi le chiedo ridacchiando "mmm, sei sicura di queste indicazioni? Mi sembrano un po' sospette." "Si, vero? sembra l'inizio di un film horror" ride nervosamente. Le dico "Bhe quindi andiamo?" Lei dice "A questo punto possiamo andarci e incontrarlo, poi se ci fa una brutta impressione o non siamo sicure torniamo indietro". Dico "Dai ci sta, andiamo."

Sta venendo freschino e siamo abbastanza silenziose mentre ci dirigiamo verso la casa di questo ragazzo. Si sentono solo i nostri passi. 500 metri dopo arriviamo al parcheggio: è molto grande e ci sono solo un paio di auto parcheggiate. Ci guardiamo intorno e troviamo il sottopassaggio. Non mi sono mai piaciuti i tunnel perchè mi fanno venire la claustrofobia, comunque proseguiamo.

"Dobbiamo esserci quasi", dice.

Usciamo dal sottopassaggio e vediamo un palazzo enorme: “l'unico palazzo nella zona”. Le luci sono spente e sembra essere abbandonato.

"Aspetta, ma è un ospedale o cosa?" mi chiede. "Mmh, sembra che nessuno viva qui" le rispondo. Dice "Aspetta che lo chiamo"...."Ciao, siamo qui, dove sei? ...ok, a tra poco....” ha detto che tra un minuto è qui".

Siamo in un'area isolata e questo palazzo sembra un vecchio hotel o un ospedale abbandonato. Ho un po' d'ansia ma so che andrà tutto bene: le recensioni erano positive.

Qualche minuto dopo sentiamo una porta che si apre e dei passi nell'erba avvicinarsi, ma non vediamo nessuno: c'è troppo buio. All'improvviso questo ragazzo alto, magro con i capelli biondi spunta dal giardino con una sigaretta in bocca indossando un paio di pantofole. "Ciao, scusate il ritardo, come state? Scusate se vi ho fatto aspettare."

Ci presentiamo.

Devo ammettere che questa situazione è alquanto insolita e potrebbe potenzialmente essere pericolosa, ma questo ragazzo sembra molto gentile e genuino.

"Com'è andato il viaggio?" chiede. "Bene, siamo arrivate stamattina". dice la mia amica. "Venite da Bruxelles, giusto?" "Si, siamo venute in treno, sono solo 3 orette da qua" dice. "Si, non è troppo lontano. Sono felice che il viaggio sia andato bene. Venite da questa parte, vivo qui".

Entriamo nel cancello del palazzo. Il giardino è abbastanza disordinato. L'erba è alta e non vedo bene dove metto i piedi. Mentre camminiamo verso l'ingresso rompe il silenzio dicendo "Quindi siete tutte e due americane?" "No, io vengo da un paese vicino a Bologna, in Italia" gli dico. "Ah, bello. Amo l'Italia, ho molto amici a Bologna perché ho fatto l'Erasmus lì". "Wow che bello, hai imparato un po' di italiano?" "Un pochino, capisco il senso di una conversazione ma non lo so parlare molto bene, ma mi piacerebbe impararlo un giorno".

Arriviamo all'ingresso e entriamo. Il palazzo è buio, l'elettricità probabilmente non funziona.

"Ah comunque brutte notizie, abito al settimo piano e l'ascensore è fuori uso."

Prendiamo le scale e continuiamo a salire, a salire e a salire. Finalmente arriviamo al settimo piano, apre la porta e c'è un corridoio lunghissimo. Lo seguiamo e passiamo davanti a tante porte chiuse. Si ferma davanti a una di queste e dice "vivo qui" e cerca la chiave giusta in un mazzo pieno di chiavi. Finalmente la trova e apre la porta. Non mi sarei mai aspettata di vedere questo. Ci troviamo in un appartamento di lusso molto grande con una finestra enorme con una vista stupenda sulla città. "Benvenute, fate come se foste a casa vostra". Appoggio il mio zaino sul pavimento e cammino verso la finestra. Le luci della città sono incredibili, sembra una scena da film. Potrei guardare fuori da questa finestra per ore e ore.

"Ti abbiamo portato del vino, spero ti piaccia, è vino rosso italiano" dice la mia amica. "Certo, grazie mille! Dovrei avere un apri bottiglie qui da qualche parte"

Beviamo qualche bicchiere di vino su questi divani neri in pelle e parliamo di tantissime cose. Finalmente sono tranquilla e mi sento a mio agio. Il vino mi da una sensazione di calore, è un sollievo. Il ragazzo ci insegna delle cose interessanti riguardo la cultura olandese e i Paesi Bassi. Lo sapevi che i canali di Amsterdam si estendono per 100km? e che ad Amsterdam ci sono più di un centinaio di ponti? Il più antico, il "Torensluis", fu costruito nel 1648 ed è il ponte più grande della città. Nel 2010 è diventato patrimonio dell'UNESCO ed è una grande attrazione turistica della città: ogni anno milioni di turisti scattano foto su questo ponte. Nonostante il centro di Amsterdam e i suoi canali siano un luogo storico e turistico importantissimo, ogni anno vengono pescate in media 15.000 bici dalle acque dei canali a causa di atti di vandalismo. Dopo tutto è risaputo che ad Amsterdam ci sono più biciclette che persone! Sempre parlando di numeri, la città conta 821.000 abitanti e più di 170 nazionalità. È una città multiculturale e di mentalità aperta. Infatti i Paesi Bassi sono stati il primo stato al mondo a legalizzare il matrimonio tra persone delle stesso sesso nel 2001 e l'uso ricreazionale di cannabis nei coffeeshop a partire dal 1972. Ora però sono troppo brilla per seguire il discorso, però giuro che questa conversazione è molto interessante. Ridiamo e perdiamo il senso del tempo. Ci addormentiamo molto tardi.

È Domenica mattina. Ci prepariamo e andiamo a fare colazione tutti insieme. Passeggiamo per la città, facciamo delle foto, compriamo qualche souvenir e pranziamo in un ristorante thailandese. Ci incamminiamo verso la stazione del treni "Amsterdam Centraal". Il nostro treno parte tra qualche minuto. Ringraziamo il ragazzo che ci ha ospitate e lo salutiamo, sperando di rivederci presto. Ora è il momento di tornare a Bruxelles.

Couchsurfing è un'esperienza di viaggio autentica, che si differenzia dal classico viaggio da turista. Couchsurfing.org da la possibilità di vivere la città con gli occhi di una persona del posto e di diventare parte di essa. Sono molto grata e ringrazio molto per questo viaggio e per la gentilezza e il buon cuore degli esseri umani.

Xo, Silvia

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**The request said that the reader would have changed her looks but it didn’t say specifically what type of look and I know that everyone has their own style so I didn’t want to be specific in that change so it wouldn’t throw anyone off should that be your usually look, if that makes sense. Also I’m aware nobody likes a homie hopper 😂Anyways, hope you guys liked it *** “Are you fucking kidding me?” Opie’s eyes were saucers as he stared at you from the bed. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his fingers clenching in the sheets as your eyes bore holes into him. Ima was standing by the doorway of the bathroom in her matching pink bra and panties, her smirk etched deep into her face. She’d been after Opie for years Chibs had told you, chasing him even more diligently in the last 7 months you and Opie were together. Her expression held nothing but pride and triumph as she looked at you, her nose high in the air. The smirk dropped quickly though as she saw you stalk towards her, your jaw set tight. She hurried to turn around and try to close the bathroom door to lock herself in but you were already there. Your hand gripped the back of her neck and you shoved her head forward, slapping her face into the frame of the door. She gasped and threw her hands to her face immediately trying to wipe at the blood coming from the gash in her eyebrow. She faced you hesitantly, hands coming forward to shield her face but you had lost interest in her already and walked away. “Enjoy him, he’s yours now.” Opie stood from the bed at your words, keeping the sheet pressed against him ready to plead his case but you didn’t bother to stop and hear what he had to say. You stooped down and picked up your purse that had dropped to the ground in your shock, slinging it over your shoulder and speaking your parting words as you headed out of his dorm for good. “Have the guys come pick up your shit. I’ll throw out anything that’s left.” No one said anything to you as you walked out into the main area of the clubhouse, guilt trickling down to some of them for not telling you what was going on. That was all in the past now and you slid your sun glasses in before stepping out of the clubhouse into the warm California sun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been almost a year since you’d split from Opie and consequently, the club. Him and the club had been pretty much the only friends or family that you had. You weren’t mad at the club for not telling you about Opie’s infidelity, you were he was their brother and their loyalty to him would always come before anything else, even you. Regardless, you’d found that Opie and the MC were really the only things keeping you in Charming and as a result, you’d decided to leave. The night you went home after catching Opie cheating on you, you began to pack. You’d always been somewhat of a drifter and you didn’t have much to take with you. You had packed up what you could in your car and take left the next morning, not specific destination in mind. You’d ended up going all the way south and ended up in LA. It was a stark contrast to Charming and that was what you had liked. Your quiet nights in a small town had been traded in for a busy life in the city and you loved it. You began to spend your nights out on the town, hanging out and meeting people, and had found yourself transforming into a new person. You were much more relaxed and laid back, going with the flow and not putting so much stress on yourself and you had found life to be much more enjoyable now. Even with the friends that you had made though, you still missed the club and the family that you had back in Charming and after a month of deliberation, you’d chosen to go back. You weren’t sure how you would be received, you were sure that Gemma would have some words for you but you found yourself unbothered by the thought. The old you would’ve been intimidated by just the thought of disappointing her but you knew that leaving was what was best for you and you weren’t ever going to let anyone guilt you over that, not even the Queen herself. Now here you were, pulling into the clubhouse just like old times. The bikes were parked out front and you recognized Jax’s right away. A light smile came to your face as you recalled memories with your best friend and you closed the door to your car, walking confidently up the clubhouse you used to call home. There were a couple of prospects standing outside by the picnic table, their faces unfamiliar. They must’ve started prospecting after you had left. They both stood as you approached, smiles on their faces but they were both obviously still alert. “Hi sweetheart, what can we do for you?” You returned the smile and clasped your hands in front of you, showing you meant no harm. “I was just wondering if Jax was there. I saw his bike out front, I just wanted to see him. I just moved back in town.” He nodded and stuck his hand out. “I’m Miles, and you are…” “Oh, I’m Y/N.” “I’ll let Jax know you’re here.” You waited outside patiently, making small talk with the other prospect who you’d learned was named Filthy Phil until Jax walked out of the clubhouse hi eyes wide and a smile on his lips. “Y/N…” You smiled as well, your grin wide and teeth showing as you playfully flipped your hair. Jax chuckled and looked you up and down, taking in the sight of you. Your face had stayed the exactly same but your look had changed, a lot. It was nearly the exact opposite and yet you looked more comfortable than he’d ever seen you. It seemed that you had found yourself in you time away and while he wished that it had been under different circumstances, he was happy for you. You embraced each other quickly, arms wrapped around the other tightly as the prospects watched silently. They didn’t know who you were but it was obvious that Jax cared for you and it was nice to see the reunion. Jax pulled away and leaned forward, pressing a kiss into your hair. “I missed you kid." You smiled instinctively, a warm feeling coming over you at being back with people that loved you. “I missed you too.” With that, Jax threw his arm over your shoulder and started to walk with you inside the clubhouse. “Come on, I know some people that would like to see you.” You laughed and wiped a tear away from your eye as you listened to Tig’s random story about the time Gemma had stuck dolls in her closet to stop Tig from going through her things. Everyone one else was perched on the couches drinking and laughing and listening to Tig but Jax’s eyes were trained on you. He’d always found you to be a beautiful girl but the time away had done you good and you were even more breathtaking than he remembered. He’d always had a thing for you, ever since the first day that he got to know you but it was obvious that you and Opie had chemistry and he’d fallen back, letting his best friend have you. His attraction and feelings for you had never gone away though and he was the one that had been there for you when you had started feeling that Opie was being distant. Things had been getting worse over the last couple of weeks and you had confided in Jax your worries that Opie didn’t love you anymore. Jax had tried to comfort you and assure you that that wasn’t the case but the truth was that he already knew that Opie had been sneaking off with Ima and they had gotten into their fair share of arguments over it, Jax angry at Opie for betraying you. When everything had finally blown up, the two had gone a week or two without speaking to each other and even though they’d been able to move passed it, Jax still hadn’t forgiven him for what he did to you. You’d been back in town for about a week now and Opie had taken all opportunities to avoid you. He felt terrible for what he’d done to you and he could see how some of the prospects looked at him, as if they couldn’t understand why he’d let you get away. If he was being honest, he didn’t know how he let it happen either, but what was done was done and there was no changing it so he avoided you at all costs. Jax had thus used the opportunity to slide in and be by your side practically 24/7, something you were definitely not opposed to. You turned to face him and smiled as you noticed he was already watching you. A pink blush rose on his cheeks as you caught him and he cleared his throat, getting up and heading over to the kitchen to get a new beer. Everyone was so enticed by Tig’s story, they barely noticed you stand a moment later and follow the blonde. Jax turned to look behind him as he heard the squeak of the door as it opened. He faced forward again when he saw it was you, swallowing dryly as he heard you close the door behind you. He could hear the swoosh of the blinds being lowered and he popped the cap off the top off his beer, taking a couple gulps in quick succession. He tensed slightly as he felt your arms wrap around his waist from behind, your hands coming to rest low on his abs. “Hey darlin’.” “Hi.” Neither of you spoke after that, Jax standing like a statue as you pressed your face against his shoulder blade, your lips pressing a kiss to his back. “I saw you watching me.” He nodded but didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. He had feelings for you, had since the beginning, but there was still a part of him that felt like it was wrong. You were with his best friend and it didn’t feel right, but his heart was starting to win over his head. The feeling of your hands wasn’t helping either. “I don’t know if this is a good idea sweetheart.” “Why not? It’s not like I was his Old Lady or anything. I doubt he even loved me. Besides, he’s with that girl Donna now.” He wanted to reassure you, to convince you that Opie had loved you but he wasn’t sure if that was the truth and something told him that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. He spun around in your arms, looking down at you. “Y/N…” You smirked at his warning tone and pulled your arms from around his middle, placing your hands back on his stomach. “Don’t you want me?” Jax groaned as you looked up at him innocently but he could see the mischief glowing in your eyes. “You know I do.” You smirk came through again and you reached up on your toes, gently pressing your lips against his. Jax’s hand lifted and gripped the back of your head, his fingers knotting in your hair. Both of your eyes slipped closed as your lips moved against each other’s, the kiss growing more and more intense until his tongue was pushing its way passed your lips, your hands slipping under his white tee. He groaned low as he felt your nails softly scratch down over his tummy, the muscles rippling under your touch. His other hand came up to join the first on your head as your hands slipped lower, brushing over the growing bulge in his jeans. His hips bucked against you as you gave him a squeeze and you giggled against his mouth. “Fuck babe.” You smiled as he pulled his mouth from yours and leaned his head back, your lips immediately attaching to his neck. You kept on hand rubbing and groping him through his pants while the other came up to slip back under his shirt, running up along his chest. You both harshly pulled away from each other as you heard the door swing open, Opie stopping mid step as saw both of you. He stayed staring with wide eyes for a couple of seconds before raising his hands and slowly backing out of the kitchen with a chuckle. “My bad.” He closed the door behind him and both of you looked at each other, blowing out the breath you hadn’t known you were holding. “He seemed to take that better than I thought he would.” You nodded and smiled at Jax, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Now where were we?”

#sons of anarchy #opie winston #jax teller #samcro #imagines #sons of anarchy imagine

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"Lose Yourself" is a song by American rapper Eminem from the soundtrack to the 2002 motion picture 8 Mile. The song was written by Eminem and produced by Eminem along with longtime collaborator Jeff Bass, one half of the production duo Bass Brothers, and Luis Resto.

"Lose Yourself"

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip?

Yo! 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 crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow! Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him, and

His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking, make me king As we move toward a New World Order A normal life is boring; but superstardom's Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose, 'cause here goes the cold water These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner But the beat goes on: da da dum da dum da da da da

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my 9-to-5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family 'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and it's gettin' even harder Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's Gotten me to the point I'm like a snail, I've got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got To go; I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot So here I go, it's my shot: feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got

You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better…

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

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