[Wk 4] 17. -Sephiroth- 1-2 v. 18. Memento 1-2 (Extended)

i'm ready to go captain

bagga booooooooooo!

^ wtf.

extension granted.

"You like rap? Yeah. It's by black people. They're angry most of the time, but sometimes they just want to have sex."

as my mother's telling me this, i'm thinking "who doesn't ?"
pussy's sweeter than revenge and any pitiful grudges
us men are addicted to fucking, Makaveli said it best
Hail Mary, but scales vary if the bitch is digusting
moms telling me "your white", like my vision is busted
like i didn't know or can't find a mirror or something
watching ground breaking story's feeling miserable from it
between her words and the news, i'd rather listen to nothing
a non fictional subject, ... - Emergency Broadcast -
terrorist criminals hunted, maybe living in London
showing footage of the last bomb victims who suffered
smoke, fire and ash as a clip for the public
i could handle it, but my little sisters and brothers ...
too young to understand the world's cynical structure
so i turn off the TV, and give em there lunches
saying "get ready for school, or i'm swinging some punches"
as we're on the elevator, i'm thinking of muslims
new neighbors up on the top floor, living above us
moved in a week ago, a girl, a kid and a couple
didn't match the definition or decription of trouble
as we get to the corner, kiss my sister and hug her...
tell my brother be good, and watch em sit on the bus and...
as i turn around, a beautiful chick is in front of me
mumbeling, wondering to myself "quick, get her number"
that moment i felt like i ain't have a dick to confront her
i tried to speak, but the words linger'd with clutter
i finally man up, swagger like everything is just butter
*SHIT* forgot to ask for her name, she grins and than mutters
don't we live in the same building ?... suspiciously wonder
but her face was unhidden, and her lips weren't cover'd
the new people a floor above me ! Wow it was odd
her beauty was excentuated without her hijab
we conversated for hours, and learned one another
my siblings go to the same school as her little brother
they both live with there older brother and his wife
her words poetically describing the pain of iraqi life
there moving after tonight, her eyes pushing me back
as if she told me something she shouldn't have and couldn't relax
she says i have to go... and runs to the apartments
i froze, her words signal'd something was gonna start and...
it might be bad, she spoke like nothing was left
i walk back too, to figure out what to do next
but i'm a drop-out, what do i know about the world ?
i was more curious of what i know about this girl
i get to my floor, open the door and go in my room
turn on the stereo, moms walts in and looms
tells me go to the store and grab a can of spam
in her day, it was all about The Beatles and Duran Duran
i grab my stereo, and my money and leave
she stares at me all the while like raps just a disease
here in the UK, hip hop's growing like terrorism
i walk out and notice police, and the detectives with them
i bet there here for Mr. Jackson's crazy ass
before i go to the store, i'll breakdance on Bailey Ave......





--BOOM!--
an explosion happened next to the apartment
i stop dancin, and ran as fast as i can to what had started
get there, blood, and body parts are scatter'd
i ask one of the officers "what the fuck just happened ?"
a famly of terrorist linked to the London bombing spree...
lived on the floor above me, and someone called police
one female suspects missing, the other arrested
the male blew himself up after confronting detectives
they picked up the boy at school, classes were out and
he showed me a picture of the girl who hasen't been found yet...

it was her
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Sephiroth wins, get your votes in.

Memento no-shows.