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Shauna Cross is an American screenwriter, novelist and former roller derby athlete. She skated for the Los Angeles Derby Dolls under the pseudonym "Maggie Mayhem", and subsequently wrote the 2007 novel Derby Girl, a fictionalized version of her experiences in the TXRD Lonestar Rollergirls league. In 2009, she wrote a film adaption of the novel, Whip It, which was directed by Drew Barrymore and released in 2009. She was named one of Variety's 10 Screenwriters to Watch in 2008.
Cross grew up in Austin, Texas with her two brothers and younger sister.
After graduating from the University of Texas film school in Austin, Cross worked on a few local film productions before deciding to move to Los Angeles in 2001 to try to break into the screenwriting industry. She supported herself in Los Angeles by working odd jobs optioning screenplays "here and there".
In 2007, Cross's novel Derby Girl, about a teenage girl from a small town who takes up roller derby, was published by Henry Holt and Co. Cross herself was involved in the early days of the TXRD Lonestar Rollergirls league, Cross skated under the pseudonym "Maggie Mayhem" in the Los Angeles Derby Dolls team. She originally did not want to write about her roller derby experiences, but her friends convinced to turn the idea into a fictional story. Although she was primarily a screenwriter, a friend of hers introduced her to her book agent, Steve Malk, who loved the idea. Cross wrote Derby Girl over four months, and Malk sold the manuscript (first titled Derby Doll to Henry Holt after shopping it to various publishers. Cross later remarked that "unlike anything else in my writing career so far, it happened very fast".
I see no Changes, I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself
I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero
Give the %! to da kids who da hell cares
One less hungry mouth on a welfare
First ship 'em dope let 'em deal to brothers
Give 'em guns step back let 'em kill each other
Time to fight back thats what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Hueys dead
I got luv for my brothers
But we could never go no where 'less we share with eachother
We need to make some Changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers
And dats how its supposed to be
How could I ever take a brother if he's close to me, uh
I love to go back to when we played as kids
But things change, and thats the way it is
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Thats just the way it is...
Things will never be the same....
Thats just the way it is...
Ahhh yeah
I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under, I wonder what it take to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight
And only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skills to be real, time to heal each other
And though it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, huh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
Try to show another way but stayin' in da dope game
Tell me whats a mother to do being real don't appeal to da brother in you
Ya gotta operate the easy way
[I made a G today]
But you made it in a sleazy way
Sellin' dope to the kids
[I gotta get paid]
Well hey, that way it is
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[2Pac Talking]
We need to make some Changes
We need to change the way we eat, the way we live and the way we treat
eachother
See, the old way wasn't workin, so its on us to do what we gotta do
to survive
Still I see no Changes, can't a brother a little peace
There's war on the streets and the war on the Middle East
Instead of a war on poverty
They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
I ain't never did no crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back on the track givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you, back you up
smack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold your own
They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone
I tell the cops can't touch this I don't trust this
when they try to rush I bust this
Sound on the 2, they say it ain't cool
My momma didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
and never get to laid back
I always gotta worry about the payback
>From some buck that I roughed up way back
Coming back after all these years
Ratta-tat-tat-tat-tat
And thats the way it is
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