So today I wrote a song for you
Cause a day can get so long
And I know its hard to make it through
When you say theres something wrong

So Im trying to put it right
Cause I want to love you with my heart
All this trying has made me tight
And I dont know even where to start

Maybe thats a start

Cause you know its a simple game
That you play filling up your head with rain
And you know you are hiding from your pain
In the way, in the way you say your name

And I see you
Hiding your face in your hands
Flying so you wont land
You think no one understands
No one understands

So you hunch your shoulders and you shake your head
And your throat is aching but you swear
No one hurts you, nothing could be sad
Anyway youre not here enough to care

And youre so tired you dont sleep at night
As your heart is trying to mend
You keep it quiet but you think you might
Disappear before the end

And its strange that you cannot find
Any strength to even try
To find a voice to speak your mind
When you do, all you wanna do is cry

Well maybe you should cry

And I see you hiding your face in your hands
Talking bout far-away lands
You think no one understands
Listen to my hands

And all of this life
Moves around you
For all that you claim
Youre standing still
You are moving too
You are moving too
You are moving too
I will move you

Well it is Day 3 of Cowboy training camp, and Day 2 of practice. The media is already trying to stir up drama and cause problems in the Cowboys locker room. Big f**king deal, Dez Bryant won't carry Roy "F**king" Williams shoulder pads after practice. First off it isn't like Dez slept with Roy's mother, or stole his car. He didn't call him a no talent overrated piece of sh!t, but I will. Hey Roy you are a no talent overrated piece of sh!t. There isn't  a receiver(not named Jason Whitten) on the Cowboys roster that has earned the right to tell anyone else on the team what to do.

As for the media, why don't you bunch of drama creating idiots find something better to do. Go write another story about whether or not Favre is going to return. Go write another story about any of the millions of attention whores on reality TV. Stop trying to create drama around the Cowboys and making a big deal out of nothing. As Bobby Knight once said "All of us learned to write in the 3rd grade, most of us moved on to other things."

Verse One: Dres
Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep?
Don't know who I am, or when I'm coming so you sleep
Wasn't in my room, wasn't in my sphere
Knew not who I was, but listen here
Dres, D-R-E-S, yes I get suckers start
If it's all right with you, I'll rip this here one apart
Back, Middle, to the front, don't front
Wanna a good time, gonna give you what you want
Can I hear a hey? [Hey!]
Now get a yo! [Yo!]
You gotta hay? [Huh!]
It's for the hoes [Oh!]
The styling is creative, Black Sheep of the Native
Can't be violated, or even decepticated
I got brothers in the Jungle, cousins on the Quest
Deaf retarded uncles, in parties were they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam NOW
Know you've heard the others, phonies to the lovers
Then of course, the choice is yours
Chorus
You can get with this, or you can get with that [repeat 3X]
I think you'll get with this, for this is where it's at
[repeat both lines 2X]
Verse Two
Where's the Black Sheep, here's the Black Sheep
Even if we wanted to the flock could not be weak
Watch me swing like this, why should I swing it like that,
Because in fact, on me it might not attract
Therefore I ignore, do as I feel inside
I live with me, I've got my back tonight
Ya know what I'm saying, yo Black, I'm not playing
Need to go with this, or go with that with no delaying
See, in actuality, one be can it be,
I made it look easy, because it is to me
Any time capacity was filled, try to rock it
Any time a honey gave us play, tried to knock it
Never was fool, so we finished school
Never see us sweat, and you'll never see us drool
Out to rock the globe while it's still here to rock
Don't punch girls, and we don't punch a clock
Gotta go, gotta go, see you later by the cat
And you can't beat that with a bat
Chorus
Verse Three
Now you can get this, or you can get with that
I think you'll get with this yes, for this is kinda fat
If you get with that, then you will surly miss,
Because that is so wack, I think you'll get with this
For in the day in my life, or rather the life of my days
Never sweat the chaos, for Black Sheep has ways
Although, how shall I say it, take a point, convey it
Styling is quite Dolby, yes I know those for you play it
Not to be all that though all that is my goal
Stumble and fell, brother, like Dres would roll
Need a sexy honey for a twilight stroll
Gave up on sushi, give me an egg roll
At A & W, get to the Root, with a boot or sneaker
Get near a speaker, demo to a single
To the kind with a fly hoe, damned the scenario
And, pass the paper, cross the fader
Black Sheep getting played, like a Sony in a Beta
Dres the creator, of a style that is much greater
Chorus

See this would be one of the many reasons I no longer watch ESPN. Just to help you feel better The NFL Network ranked the Saints as Number 1. There weren't any teams out there that were close to the Saints ability last year, and none of them made any major changes that make them better than the Saints. None of the lesser made any Heat-esque changes that will make them better than the Saints.The Saints didn't lose any major players that make me question whether they will be just as good as last year. The Saints are the defending Super Bowl Champs and until proved otherwise are and should be ranked the best team in the NFL So until someone proves otherwise, The Saints are and should be ranked at the top of the heap.

I haven't read the rankings, so let me guess. ESPN has Dallas, Minnesota or Indy ranked Number 1.

Color me shocked, ESPN is kissing the a$$ of Peyton and the Manning family and ranking the Colts Number 1!