Posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a severe anxiety disorder that can develop after exposure to any event that results in psychological trauma. This event may involve the threat of death to oneself or to someone else, or to one's own or someone else's physical, sexual, or psychological integrity, overwhelming the individual's ability to cope. As an effect of psychological trauma, PTSD is less frequent and more enduring than the more commonly seen acute stress response. Diagnostic symptoms for PTSD include re-experiencing the original trauma(s) through flashbacks or nightmares, avoidance of stimuli associated with the trauma, and increased arousal—such as difficulty falling or staying asleep, anger, and hypervigilance. Formal diagnostic criteria (both DSM-IV-TR and ICD-10) require that the symptoms last more than one month and cause significant impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning.
Posttraumatic stress disorder is classified as an anxiety disorder, characterized by aversive anxiety-related experiences, behaviors, and physiological responses that develop after exposure to a psychologically traumatic event (sometimes months after). Its features persist for longer than 30 days, which distinguishes it from the briefer acute stress disorder. These persisting posttraumatic stress symptoms cause significant disruptions of one or more important areas of life function. It has three sub-forms: acute, chronic, and delayed-onset.
Troy Donald Jamerson (born October 31, 1972), better known by his stage name Pharoahe Monch is an African-American rapper. He is known for his complex lyrics, complex delivery, and internal and multisyllabic rhyme schemes.
Pharoahe Monch's name is derived from the monkey doll Monchhichi. After receiving a bad haircut, which left Monch looking like a "chimpanzee", girls in Monch's class at the High School of Art and Design began calling him "Monchhichi", which was later shortened to "Monch". Monch adopted the "Pharoahe" prefix after meeting future Organized Konfusion partner Prince Po.[citation needed]
Monch released three albums as part of the rap duo Organized Konfusion with partner Prince Poetry: The self-titled Organized Konfusion, Stress: The Extinction Agenda and The Equinox. The duo handled a large amount of production on these albums themselves. All albums received positive critical reviews, but moderate sales. As a result, the duo split up after recording their final album The Equinox in 1997. Prince Poetry has since denied the possibility of an Organized Konfusion reunion.
Going off the deep end
Oh honey won't you be my friend
Liberty's a friend of mine
Beats me to it all the time
Yeah all
Going off at the deep end
See the mercury with you go in
Missed the days of miracle (mister)
Hanging from a windowsill
You better believe yourself
Crying in the Everglades
Red yellow orange green
Chump won't you go before you're seen
What did you give
Remember the year that you were gone:
A series of decisions -- unhealthy living.
Writing novels in monitored time.
Cold pavement under static sky - gaining patience,
but losing sight - we wrote off our problems as better times.
Buy hey, you couldn't sell the stories anyway.
Buy hey, you couldn't sell the stories anyway.
In a battle with New England of who knows you best, a mediocre vote of confidence.
That poor boy won't know what hit him, if and when you tell commitment to take a hike.
It's the same old story, so help me if I try to make an honest effort this time.
But hey, we couldn't tell the stories anyway.
But hey, we couldn't tell the stories anyway.
But hey, you couldn't tell the stories anyway.
There's a son he is born
With a silver spoon in his mouth
Go on body admit it
There's got to be something you love
Enough to protect
You tire of things I know but you've got to push on
On, on, on, on, on
Some men crave women and some men crave gold
Some folks die too young and some die too old
Some just want to pass life with liquor and cards
Some work to the top and well some don't get far
Boy, Decide
Boy, Decide
You're too old to fuck around and too young to die
Time to try life on for size
Now the time it has come to pull yourself out of the mud
And fix yourself up
Hell don't you care how you look?
Your mother god rest her she'd spin in her grave if she know what a mess you have made
Some men crave women and some men crave gold
Some folks die too young and some die too old
Some just want to pass life with liquor and cards
Some work to the top and well some don't get far
Boy, Decide
Boy, Decide
You're too old to fuck around and too young to die
Time to try life on for size
Cause you're pissin' into the wind
Squandering the life you were given
Now what will you do?
You're wasting away your life
Digging a hole you can dive into
Just a stupid boy that falls apart
And every time it breaks his heart
You gotta start from scratch
You wanted a poet
And got a tin can
And I've got no pity for the girl in the city
It's such a shame to lose your touch
And it happens so much
And all my stupid plans that fall apart
Just like all my stupid bands that fell apart
I gotta start from scratch
I wanted a poet and got a tin can
And I've got no pity for the girl in the city
It's such a shame to lose your touch
And it happens so much
And I've got no pity for the girl in the city
And I've got no pity for the girl in the city
In the city
In the city
How do you sleep keep hiding all the truths you held from me?
If silence is golden you're bound for riches baby.
Now I see your true colors, and that smile only goes skin deep.
I've become accustomed to cold shoulders and cut ties,
You lead me on but you never ever leave me behind.
You're too faced to even see straight,
You bring the glass heart baby and I'll bring the earthquake.
With these words I'm behind your back tonight,
Keep running and the truth will never catch you atleast that's what you think,
Well your dead wrong and I'm alright without you,
I'm never coming back anyway so don't wait up by the phone,
If you think I'm calling then I'm calling you out of your mind.
I"ll take these words to my grave,
I hope you'd the same for me.
So why are you so afraid?
You've failed to keep your conscience clean,
Don't come back to me, don't come back to me,
Fall to your knees, fall to your knees.
With these words I'm behind your back tonight,
Keep running and the truth will never catch you atleast that's what you think.
I'm all ears and your lips are sealed,
Keep me waiting baby that's what it's all about.
I'm all ears and your lips are sealed,
Keep me waiting baby that's what you're all about.
Oh, We'll bring the earthquake, start running.
Oh, We'll make the ground shake, we're coming.
I'm all ears and your lips are sealed,
Keep me waiting baby that's what it's all about.
I'm all ears and your lips are sealed,
Ragaudami kraujo raudonus lasus
Is naujo atgyja ginklai
Pabunda, prisikelia karo vadai
Uzstaugia isalke vilkai...
Vytie! pusk ragan!
Kviesk visus vyrus karan!
Pusk! Pusk stipriau!
Ibaugink atejunus!
Ridenas makaules lenku,vokieciu
Ir mums svetimuju dievu
Klupojo pries prusa sunu pranasai
Drebejo nuo juju sunu
Dink! Ten is kur atejai! Dink!
Mirk! Atsibastes sunie! Mirk!
Galask ginklus astriai!
Karda kelk aukstai!
Kraujo negailek!
Tiek amziu gyvavus didinga tauta
Valdyta valdovu garsiu
Isnyko prilietus kryziuota ranka
Bet vis dar rusena liepsna mumyse
Kas pardave mus, kas gi pardave mus?
Po tukstancio metu kovu kruvinu
Atminus savuosius vardus
Barzdoti valdovai sugris is dausu
Atkersyt uz savo sunus
Po tukstancio metu...po tukstancio metu kovu...
Bukit pagarbinti kariai,
Kovoje tiek ilgai,
Iseje milzinai...
Jei suklupo karzygiai
Pasidave vadai,
Buk tas, kuris nesuklupo!
Pedacito de cielo que iluminas mi mañana gracias por ser el viento que le da vuelo a mis alas pedacito de vida que me das alegria gracias por ser el angel de mi dulce compañia
Coro:
amiga luna amigo sol verlo en la noche danos calor amiga tierra amigo yo siempre te llevo en mi corazon
pedacito de niño que me traes esperanza gracias por ser el heroe de los cuentos de mi infancia pedacito de mano que me has dado la mano gracias por ser mi amigo por estar a mi lado
Coro:
amiga luna amigo sol verlo en la noche danos calor amiga agua amigo yo que no haya guerra y primer amor.
put un's flavor in da space, in dis' breast we'll smacka
dos' over dis' smack it again a flap
smacka dos' buttocks, shake em, shame em like dat jelly stuff
put his flavors all over dis chick
spray in da tounge a inside
what is dis' hardon
it's da flavor, un' put it in the coont
it's all over d'ere
with the lips und wrapped
and panties round
To a little country church house
A place where once I'd kneel and dwell
Made my way through the doorway
In need of God, my sins to tell
I heard them golden bells ringing
Sang them old-time gospel songs
In the Sweet By and By, Beulah Land
For you I long
I felt the spirit come a’calling
Spoke to my soul deep down inside
Pride did fall like a rainstorm
Tears did flow, I could not hide
So if temptation has your number
And worldly fame and fortune call
Say goodbye to your loved ones
By the wayside they will fall
I knew the cost of my sinning
Worldly ways had done me in
Beer and wine and wild living
Take my hand Lord, I am thine
So if temptation has your number
And worldly fame and fortune call
Say goodbye to your loved ones
By the wayside they will fall
My soul was saved, sins forgiven
A spirit light and made anew
Saved my soul but lost my true love
There was no more that I could do
So if temptation has your number
Worldly fame and fortune call
Say goodbye to your loved ones
By the wayside they will fall
By the wayside they will fall
Your life waves like a banner
flapping in the wind
too proud to take it down
you’ve never brought it in
you could have mended every hole
with just a touch of grace
but you leave your answers
in a cloud of dust, behind your race
By the wayside
friends and lovers you’ve discarded
by the wayside
gallant plans, disregarded
by the wayside
pieces to your puzzled soul
they’ll scatter to the wind, or make you whole
you train your fear like muscle
poised to take you far
but it’s not long before you look back
and wonder who you are
you’ll dream of faces you have loved
and all they had to teach
unwillingly angels hiding
well within your reach
By the wayside
stopping on that rare occasion
by the wayside
staring into your salvation
by the wayside
are pieces to your puzzled soul
they’ll scatter to the wind