Lyrics to Run Rabbit Run :
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like i'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
everytime I go to get up I just fall in ****,
my life's like one great big ball of ****,
if I could just put it all in all I spit,
instead I always try to swallow it,
instead of staring at this wall and ****,
while I sit writers block sick of all this ****,
cant call it ****, all I know is i'm about to hit the wall,
if I have to see another one of mom's alchaholic fits,
this is it, last straw, thats all, thats it,
I aint dealing with another ****ing politic,
i'm like a stewin bubble in him, till it filters up,
i'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up,
blow this building up, i've been sealed enough,
my cup run it over i've been filled up,
but then explosion bust and spills my guts,
you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
but i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush,
you dont feel it then it must be too real to touch,
feel to touch, i'm about to tear **** up,
goosebumps, yeah i'm make your hair sit up,
yeah sit up, i'm a tell you who I be,
i'm make you hate me cause you aint me,
you aint, it aint to late to finally see,
what you close minded ****s were too blind to see,
whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee,
out this world and aint no one out there mind as me,
you need peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
all I need's a line but sometimes,
I dont always find the words to rhyme,
to express how i'm really feeling at that time,
yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes,
its always me, how dark can these hallways be,
the clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
this half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (Tear)
i'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest,
of this **** off my chest, again, stuck in this slum,
cant think of nothing, **** i'm stumped,
but wait here comes something,
nope, its not good enough, scribbel it out, new pad,
krinkel it up and throw that **** out,
i'm fisseling now thought I had figured it out,
ball's in my court but i'm scared to dribbel it out,
but i'm afraid, why am I afaid, why am I a slave to this trade,
sign that i'll spit to the grave, real enough to rawl you up,
what me to flip it I can rip it any style you want,
i'm a switch, yeah a bitch, jimmy smith aint a quitter,
i'm a sit here till I get enough,
for me to finally hit a ****ing boiling point,
put some oil in your joints,
flip the coin bitch come get destroyed,
an MC's worst dream I make them tense since they hate me,
see me and shake like a shangeling fence,
by the looks of them you would swear yours was comming,
by the scream of them you would swear i'm sawing something,
by the way they running you would swear the law was coming,
its now or never tonight is all or nothing,
momma, jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
he pinky promised, I dont think he's honest,
I be back baby I just got to beat this clock,
**** this clock, i'm make them eat this watch,
dont believe me watch, i'm a win this race,
and i'm a come back and rub my **** in your face,
bitch I found my neck, you gonna hear my voice,
till you sick of it you aint gonna have a choice,
if I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
if I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...
Lyrics to 8 Mile :
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get off the bus then split
Man **** this **** yo, I'm goin the **** home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
[Eminem]
I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest
To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so **** it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt ****
I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about ****
At the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each on of my friends
It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road
due to automated trading which is increasingly a large percentage of the trades in the markets anyone trading on lower time frames [other than for trigger charts for higher charts ] is likely to to get wiped out long term?
Dont try & simplify it to one aspect like timeframe and say that people trading off low TF's will struggle. All timeframes are equally problematic IMO M5, M15,M30, M60,M240,M1440 etc.
I have heards people say anything below 1 hour is mostly noise. I disagree completely. An M5 chart will make perfect sense if you know what u r looking for.
I have something that you might find useful but need to have an off board discussion first.
Is it drugs ?
Is it drugs ?
Paul
Hmmm :idea: Ritalin & prozac please
Well I was reading this book which is quite good btw, Leg the Spread: A Woman's Adventures Inside the Trillion-Dollar Boys Club of Commodities Trading ,and a friend of the protagonist, who has a CME membership and is a very successful trader, who mostly trades remote from home, and has actually punched any number of holes into the wall next to his setup, hehe.
That video has been removed. Was it naughty?:clap: