Inside the house:
With my toast still hanging half out my mouth, I rushed to put on my heels. Urgh! What a horrible day, no wonder I woke up late… Then all of the sudden I heard squishing noises coming from behind the front door, I tiptoes to look out the peep hole and all I saw was a guy wear a baseball cap. He was looking around of something behind me potted plants, surely he does not know about my hidden key. I comforted myself as I picked up my shoes and lightly walked to my bedroom barricading myself in, DAMN! I left my phone in front of the door with my bag! How will I call the cops now? I panicked and went to grab my bag, as I turned around I shattered the fragile vase next to me with my long hair. All noise halted from the outside.
From Outside:
Where was her key? She usually put it under that pot, I thought to myself. She’s always on time and precise I just need to get her present laid out then get changed into my suit, she doesn’t know that she’s getting promoted yet. Hehe I thought to myself, she’s going to get the big break today at work, I got some information from her boss. Then I hear things crashing into pieces in the house. A burglary?
Saturday, March 12, 2011
4
I was trying to get a nice shot of the Times Square view through my Nikon lens, but it just can’t seem to focus from all the bright lights. All of the sudden I hear something eerily sounded like a truck skidding out of control, this guy is right in the path of the truck! He seems too absorbed in his new ipad 2 games to even notice the on coming truck, he looked up last second to see the bright pink hippo party truck coming at him. The first thing he did was press submit high score, and then closed his eyes.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Group Work
First-Raychel
Second-Amy
Third-Chris Franqui
Fourth-Trista
By the lakeside of Pantanoma, a house is found. It is a two story house painted with a shade of aqua blue.
He had gone for a walk in the park with her for their 1 month anniversary. The sky was blue and the sun was shining. Packs of fluffy white clouds floated through the air.
There had been a fair going on in Evergreen Park. There had been lots of people around, crowding up the view of the park.
“Let’s go look at that one,” Caroline had said, pointing towards a tent where they were selling jewelry.
There was a collection of different kinds of jewelry. There was a variety of necklaces, rings, and bracelets. Caroline kept her gaze locked on the set of necklaces.
“Do you like the necklaces, Honey?” said Keith. Caroline stayed quiet.
“Excuse me miss! I want to buy one of each of these necklaces please!” Keith had told the lady in charge of the tent.
“You don’t have to um----” said Caroline.
“No no, I insist,” said Keith, “You deserve the best.”
The lady handed over all of the necklaces. Caroline looked through all of the necklaces. Some were pink, rose, green, yellow, and many other different colors. There was one that stood out to Caroline. It was the color of aqua blue and shaped like a heart pendant. She took it in her hands and gazed at its beauty.
“You like that one the best honey?” said Keith.
“Yes,” said Caroline. “It’s my favorite color.”
The house is in great shape, since it wasn’t built too far back. It was most likely built just a couple months back or a year at most, no more than that. The white pillars that belong to the house are one of the best traits. The pillars hold carvings of ancient figures, handmade especially from Egypt.
They had gone to Egypt once. Their church had constantly planned this annual trip to different parts of the world. This time it had been to Egypt and they really wanted to go.
When they had arrived to Egypt, they were amazed at all the architecture. It had been different than what they had normally seen.
They had seen these pillars that Egyptians built. They had been carved with many different designs, which increased their beauty.
“Wow! I love these pillars baby. They look amazing!” said Caroline.
“Yes they are very wonderful and unique honey” said Keith.
The door of the house was a unique kind of door. It contained its designs of flowers and petals.
They had taken another walk in Evergreen Park. It had been spring time, and flowers had bloomed around the park. It had been a beautiful sight of flowers and petals roaming around them. A sight they enjoyed seeing.
“Oh how I love Flowers!” screamed Caroline.
The door contained all of the designs of flowers and petals on an unusual type of canvas. It had been carved on a material similar to that find on a mirror. Every time someone would come into contact with the door, they would view their reflection.
Keith had been walking around their house. He had been looking for Caroline. She was nowhere to be found. He had searched the living room and the bathroom. He found no one.
He had then gone into the room and saw a figure standing near the wardrobe in the room. They had been looking into something, but Keith wasn’t close enough to realize what it had been.
“Caroline what are you up to? I’ve been looking for you all over the place,” he said as he got closer to her.
He finally saw that she was looking into a mirror, fixing hair and makeup. He gazed at her and how beautiful she looked doing this.
“Oh how I enjoy mirrors” Caroline said.
Inside of the house, we found a dark and empty house. The air is chilly inside the house. No one seems to be home. In the living room, however, there is a figure of a person, a woman. It’s Caroline. She’s alone in that corner. She stares outside the window she’s sitting near. It’s a view of the lakeside and the people walking by with smiles across their faces. She gazes at them with desire and longing, as if she wished to be having fun by the waterside and enjoying quality time with people, but something is blocking her from doing that.
I see him come home from work as his Buick drives up the long driveway that is lined with peach trees. He exists his black Buick with his black suitcase in hand. His black suit is unwrinkled despite an eight hour work day. My husband takes the usual twenty steps to reach the front porch where I move to open the screen door at the same time. I reach out to him for a kiss as expected but on the inside it is driving me crazy that I know he will be eating steak tonight. “Hello, honey” he says. Keith holds my hand and we walk into the foyer together and he drops his suitcase at the doorway. In the foyer, there is a grand wooden staircase leading to double doors on the second floor. Straight ahead is the kitchen, to the right, the dining room and the left was the sitting room, with the large fireplace. To think only two years ago, the area I am standing in now had been an empty room, with wooden beams still missing, and the foundation weak with age. I had fallen in love with place and the man standing by my side. I had married the man I loved and he had built me a house of my dreams. The kitchen was just fitted with plumbing and the second floor was still being built. But just like our marriage, it was incomplete. I walk past the staircase and through the kitchen door. He follows me to the kitchen and asks, “What's for dinner tonight?”
I move to the oven and remove the sweet potato pie. “Tuesday steak, of course.” He moves to the dining room while loosening his tie. I place the pie on the counter and sigh. Every frustration I had moved through me and the suffocation was lessened. I watched the wind blow through the willow tree leaves through the kitchen window and I wonder how I am going to tell him after 5 years of marriage, I want a divorce. I bring the steak into the dining room because I know he is hungry. Life is too predictable.
Caroline kicked Keith's watch, as she cleaned the room.
What a disgusting thing she thought to herself.
Keith was such a mess. He was nothing like Roberto. Roberto was clean and organized. No one could be like Roberto.
He had taken Caroline to new heights this afternoon. His soft Ralph Lauren skin still left a mark on her arms, where he held her and made love to her. Keith could never go this far. His failure in bed was almost childish in a manner.
She folded the sheets and carefully rearranged her husband’s pillow. It was the pillow, where laid her head on, when she had told Roberto, "I love you." She had said the same thing to Keith and never meant it. She had said a lot of things to Keith and never meant it. She preferred to hide her hatred for Keith. It was better that way. She would stay with that miserable man. She would exchange anger for security because in the end, that was all that mannered.
Caroline scooped up the last vestige of Roberto, a small strand of his hair from off the pillow. She deposited the hair in the garbage can and walked back to bed. She changed into a dark velvet black robe and stretched out on the bed.
Now to be a good wife and smile at that bastard Kenneth, correction Keith, she thought. Even his name sounded disgraceful.
He wouldn't know a thing of what she and Roberto had done. Nor did he need know. Since she had stood by her man, she was a good wife.
Leaning against the kitchen counter with my jutting hipbones, I support myself as I chopped the onions to cubicles. The smell that usually gives me tears and hiccups did not bother me even the slightest bit today. He comes up behind me, ready with his usual issue for me to wipe me tears on. Today, I just stared at his outreached arm resisting the urge to tear it out of his callused hands and pushing him into the pan full of sizzling hot oil. “Its fine honey…” I murmured to him. He eyed my dry yet bloodshot eyes, and finally resting his eyes on my hands which are clenched into fists. As he turns around to leave the room, I twisted the 6 stove knobs to high with my shaking hands, the fire disappeared replaced by leaking lethal carbon monoxide, that will fill the house within 5 minutes. I reached down to scoop up my German shepherd puppy that is cowering under the dining table, and took my blackberry phone. I looked over my shoulder to make sure all the windows are shut, I took one step out the front door fighting against my conscience, then another, unknowingly I was one block away from my house already. I looked down at my cell phone, dialed the house phone. Behind me BOOM, sirens and the smell of smoke over whelmed me. I calmed my whimpering puppy “It’s okay, don’t worry mama is here. We are going to our new house.”
Second-Amy
Third-Chris Franqui
Fourth-Trista
By the lakeside of Pantanoma, a house is found. It is a two story house painted with a shade of aqua blue.
He had gone for a walk in the park with her for their 1 month anniversary. The sky was blue and the sun was shining. Packs of fluffy white clouds floated through the air.
There had been a fair going on in Evergreen Park. There had been lots of people around, crowding up the view of the park.
“Let’s go look at that one,” Caroline had said, pointing towards a tent where they were selling jewelry.
There was a collection of different kinds of jewelry. There was a variety of necklaces, rings, and bracelets. Caroline kept her gaze locked on the set of necklaces.
“Do you like the necklaces, Honey?” said Keith. Caroline stayed quiet.
“Excuse me miss! I want to buy one of each of these necklaces please!” Keith had told the lady in charge of the tent.
“You don’t have to um----” said Caroline.
“No no, I insist,” said Keith, “You deserve the best.”
The lady handed over all of the necklaces. Caroline looked through all of the necklaces. Some were pink, rose, green, yellow, and many other different colors. There was one that stood out to Caroline. It was the color of aqua blue and shaped like a heart pendant. She took it in her hands and gazed at its beauty.
“You like that one the best honey?” said Keith.
“Yes,” said Caroline. “It’s my favorite color.”
The house is in great shape, since it wasn’t built too far back. It was most likely built just a couple months back or a year at most, no more than that. The white pillars that belong to the house are one of the best traits. The pillars hold carvings of ancient figures, handmade especially from Egypt.
They had gone to Egypt once. Their church had constantly planned this annual trip to different parts of the world. This time it had been to Egypt and they really wanted to go.
When they had arrived to Egypt, they were amazed at all the architecture. It had been different than what they had normally seen.
They had seen these pillars that Egyptians built. They had been carved with many different designs, which increased their beauty.
“Wow! I love these pillars baby. They look amazing!” said Caroline.
“Yes they are very wonderful and unique honey” said Keith.
The door of the house was a unique kind of door. It contained its designs of flowers and petals.
They had taken another walk in Evergreen Park. It had been spring time, and flowers had bloomed around the park. It had been a beautiful sight of flowers and petals roaming around them. A sight they enjoyed seeing.
“Oh how I love Flowers!” screamed Caroline.
The door contained all of the designs of flowers and petals on an unusual type of canvas. It had been carved on a material similar to that find on a mirror. Every time someone would come into contact with the door, they would view their reflection.
Keith had been walking around their house. He had been looking for Caroline. She was nowhere to be found. He had searched the living room and the bathroom. He found no one.
He had then gone into the room and saw a figure standing near the wardrobe in the room. They had been looking into something, but Keith wasn’t close enough to realize what it had been.
“Caroline what are you up to? I’ve been looking for you all over the place,” he said as he got closer to her.
He finally saw that she was looking into a mirror, fixing hair and makeup. He gazed at her and how beautiful she looked doing this.
“Oh how I enjoy mirrors” Caroline said.
Inside of the house, we found a dark and empty house. The air is chilly inside the house. No one seems to be home. In the living room, however, there is a figure of a person, a woman. It’s Caroline. She’s alone in that corner. She stares outside the window she’s sitting near. It’s a view of the lakeside and the people walking by with smiles across their faces. She gazes at them with desire and longing, as if she wished to be having fun by the waterside and enjoying quality time with people, but something is blocking her from doing that.
I see him come home from work as his Buick drives up the long driveway that is lined with peach trees. He exists his black Buick with his black suitcase in hand. His black suit is unwrinkled despite an eight hour work day. My husband takes the usual twenty steps to reach the front porch where I move to open the screen door at the same time. I reach out to him for a kiss as expected but on the inside it is driving me crazy that I know he will be eating steak tonight. “Hello, honey” he says. Keith holds my hand and we walk into the foyer together and he drops his suitcase at the doorway. In the foyer, there is a grand wooden staircase leading to double doors on the second floor. Straight ahead is the kitchen, to the right, the dining room and the left was the sitting room, with the large fireplace. To think only two years ago, the area I am standing in now had been an empty room, with wooden beams still missing, and the foundation weak with age. I had fallen in love with place and the man standing by my side. I had married the man I loved and he had built me a house of my dreams. The kitchen was just fitted with plumbing and the second floor was still being built. But just like our marriage, it was incomplete. I walk past the staircase and through the kitchen door. He follows me to the kitchen and asks, “What's for dinner tonight?”
I move to the oven and remove the sweet potato pie. “Tuesday steak, of course.” He moves to the dining room while loosening his tie. I place the pie on the counter and sigh. Every frustration I had moved through me and the suffocation was lessened. I watched the wind blow through the willow tree leaves through the kitchen window and I wonder how I am going to tell him after 5 years of marriage, I want a divorce. I bring the steak into the dining room because I know he is hungry. Life is too predictable.
Caroline kicked Keith's watch, as she cleaned the room.
What a disgusting thing she thought to herself.
Keith was such a mess. He was nothing like Roberto. Roberto was clean and organized. No one could be like Roberto.
He had taken Caroline to new heights this afternoon. His soft Ralph Lauren skin still left a mark on her arms, where he held her and made love to her. Keith could never go this far. His failure in bed was almost childish in a manner.
She folded the sheets and carefully rearranged her husband’s pillow. It was the pillow, where laid her head on, when she had told Roberto, "I love you." She had said the same thing to Keith and never meant it. She had said a lot of things to Keith and never meant it. She preferred to hide her hatred for Keith. It was better that way. She would stay with that miserable man. She would exchange anger for security because in the end, that was all that mannered.
Caroline scooped up the last vestige of Roberto, a small strand of his hair from off the pillow. She deposited the hair in the garbage can and walked back to bed. She changed into a dark velvet black robe and stretched out on the bed.
Now to be a good wife and smile at that bastard Kenneth, correction Keith, she thought. Even his name sounded disgraceful.
He wouldn't know a thing of what she and Roberto had done. Nor did he need know. Since she had stood by her man, she was a good wife.
Leaning against the kitchen counter with my jutting hipbones, I support myself as I chopped the onions to cubicles. The smell that usually gives me tears and hiccups did not bother me even the slightest bit today. He comes up behind me, ready with his usual issue for me to wipe me tears on. Today, I just stared at his outreached arm resisting the urge to tear it out of his callused hands and pushing him into the pan full of sizzling hot oil. “Its fine honey…” I murmured to him. He eyed my dry yet bloodshot eyes, and finally resting his eyes on my hands which are clenched into fists. As he turns around to leave the room, I twisted the 6 stove knobs to high with my shaking hands, the fire disappeared replaced by leaking lethal carbon monoxide, that will fill the house within 5 minutes. I reached down to scoop up my German shepherd puppy that is cowering under the dining table, and took my blackberry phone. I looked over my shoulder to make sure all the windows are shut, I took one step out the front door fighting against my conscience, then another, unknowingly I was one block away from my house already. I looked down at my cell phone, dialed the house phone. Behind me BOOM, sirens and the smell of smoke over whelmed me. I calmed my whimpering puppy “It’s okay, don’t worry mama is here. We are going to our new house.”
Sunday, February 20, 2011
flashback (draft)
Packed with men and boys in sleek black suits and silk ties, women and girls draped in trimmed animal furs and glittering heels. I waited outside shivering and down right fuming in my down jacket and jeans, Xavier yet again failed to tell me the dress code or simply state where we were going at all.
As I has stood countless times before restaurants and friend’s homes, more or less in the same situation to this, I had been always under or over dressed to my surroundings, and Xavier always had me lost in his own flow and direction of things. I always had gotten to the destination early, had waited from him. Yet he had me waiting and yearing for the moment he had cross the street or had turned that corner, he had me almost like a dog on a leash strapped to a piss covered fire hydrant. Xavier had me wagging my tail at simply the sight of him, my ‘owner’, lover, other half and finally now my ex.
No more of that Linique, I said to myself, I don’t need this, what has been blinding me all the while is now gone. The light broke through the high lying clouds and shone down on me and the side walk leading to the subway station entrance, the exit from hell, exit to this relationship, what had been, what had me, what controlled me and what led me by my neck.
As I turned on my spot, I get a glimpse of his bright red hair and pale face. The sun shrinks back into the dense clouds, leaving me frozen to my spot, the irresistible smile radiated from him and his plump lips. He had flashed me that dazzling, breath taking and devilish smile of him
As I has stood countless times before restaurants and friend’s homes, more or less in the same situation to this, I had been always under or over dressed to my surroundings, and Xavier always had me lost in his own flow and direction of things. I always had gotten to the destination early, had waited from him. Yet he had me waiting and yearing for the moment he had cross the street or had turned that corner, he had me almost like a dog on a leash strapped to a piss covered fire hydrant. Xavier had me wagging my tail at simply the sight of him, my ‘owner’, lover, other half and finally now my ex.
No more of that Linique, I said to myself, I don’t need this, what has been blinding me all the while is now gone. The light broke through the high lying clouds and shone down on me and the side walk leading to the subway station entrance, the exit from hell, exit to this relationship, what had been, what had me, what controlled me and what led me by my neck.
As I turned on my spot, I get a glimpse of his bright red hair and pale face. The sun shrinks back into the dense clouds, leaving me frozen to my spot, the irresistible smile radiated from him and his plump lips. He had flashed me that dazzling, breath taking and devilish smile of him
Slow Motion
Train closes on your face
Running from the turnstile to the train and the train door closes on your face and leaves the station.
I fumbled with my wallet on the bottom of my grey duffle bag, searching for the rough material of my sparkling wallet. My finger brush across what seems to be the bottom of my track shoes, my short, newly trimmed nails gets momentarily stuck in the crevice on the bottom of the shoe. Pulling away I final grasp my hand around my palm sized wallet, extracting the wallet from the maze of clothes, shoes and equipment in my bag. I open the clasp of my wallet; I see the uptown train across station bridge entering the station as I slid my student metro out of the credit card holder.
I slid the card in the metro card slot machine and out, already knowing that swipe was too fast, I still took a giant lunge towards the bar on my pelvis level. Well I don’t really need to catch this train, what’s the big deal I just miss first period gym anyway. Coach is just going to make me run laps, what a great warm up to the day right? My senses jolted back as the bar prevents me from entering the train station, I reached back with my right arm again and swiped my metro card again, this time making sure the screen displays Go as I pushed the turnstile with my hip.
Wiggling side ways as I tried to get my giant XL duffle bag through the turnstile, I make eye contact with that kid
Running from the turnstile to the train and the train door closes on your face and leaves the station.
I fumbled with my wallet on the bottom of my grey duffle bag, searching for the rough material of my sparkling wallet. My finger brush across what seems to be the bottom of my track shoes, my short, newly trimmed nails gets momentarily stuck in the crevice on the bottom of the shoe. Pulling away I final grasp my hand around my palm sized wallet, extracting the wallet from the maze of clothes, shoes and equipment in my bag. I open the clasp of my wallet; I see the uptown train across station bridge entering the station as I slid my student metro out of the credit card holder.
I slid the card in the metro card slot machine and out, already knowing that swipe was too fast, I still took a giant lunge towards the bar on my pelvis level. Well I don’t really need to catch this train, what’s the big deal I just miss first period gym anyway. Coach is just going to make me run laps, what a great warm up to the day right? My senses jolted back as the bar prevents me from entering the train station, I reached back with my right arm again and swiped my metro card again, this time making sure the screen displays Go as I pushed the turnstile with my hip.
Wiggling side ways as I tried to get my giant XL duffle bag through the turnstile, I make eye contact with that kid
Friday, January 28, 2011
English scene script. *LOVE*
Scene #2 Love
Person A= PIOTR
Person A’s subtext = UMAID
Person B = TRISTA
Person B’s subtext = CONNIE
Person A= Piotr: It must be (seems sympathetic)
(Person A’s subtext = UMAID: Sorry that I am late babe. I had to get something for you.)
Person B = TRISTA: Really (Pout her lips and hugs him.)
(Person B’s subtext = CONNIE: UGH! I had been waiting out here for an hour already in this freezing cold weather.)
Person A: I wonder (with a wide smile)
(Person A’s subtext: Haha! Bet she’s clueless that I remember it’s our one year anniversary of dating. Babe is totally gonna be so touched. )
Person B: You don’t suppose (smiles with her eyes)
(Person B’s subtext: Grr. Why are we still standing here? It’s freezing out here and he’s not taking me to some place warm. Is that what we are doing on our one year anniversary? He better remember today is our one year!!! )
Person A: I’ve got one (takes her hand and walks.)
(Person A’s subtext: I’m take her to the Christmas Tree at Rockerfeller center and then surprise here there)
Person B: And then of course
(Person B’s subtext: Finally he got to his sense! Hope we’re going to some expensive restaurant or I’m going home.)
-------Walks to a Tree--------
Person A: Better still (smirks)
(Person A’s subtext: Yes! This is it the right romantic moment! Haha!)
Person B: You are (smiles back)
(Person B’s subtext: WTF! We walked all these blocks to see a tree? )
Person A: Don’t (Holds trista’s right hand. Puts a ring on ring finger.)
(Person A’s subtext: OMG! I’m so nervous! )
Person B: Oh (Tries a little and smiles)
(Person B’s subtext: AHHH! I’m so happy right now. He does care and loves me!)
Person A: Oh (smirks)
(Person A’s subtext: Oh yeah! Who’s the man now?)
------ At angle, pretends kiss-----
Props: - A mini tree (for the scene @ rockerfeller center)
: -fake snow and wind. (to make it seem cold)
-trista and piotr needs to wear hats n scarves n gloves (to make it seem cold)
-TRISTA Brings a ring.: that looks elegant / diamond.
Person A= PIOTR
Person A’s subtext = UMAID
Person B = TRISTA
Person B’s subtext = CONNIE
Person A= Piotr: It must be (seems sympathetic)
(Person A’s subtext = UMAID: Sorry that I am late babe. I had to get something for you.)
Person B = TRISTA: Really (Pout her lips and hugs him.)
(Person B’s subtext = CONNIE: UGH! I had been waiting out here for an hour already in this freezing cold weather.)
Person A: I wonder (with a wide smile)
(Person A’s subtext: Haha! Bet she’s clueless that I remember it’s our one year anniversary of dating. Babe is totally gonna be so touched. )
Person B: You don’t suppose (smiles with her eyes)
(Person B’s subtext: Grr. Why are we still standing here? It’s freezing out here and he’s not taking me to some place warm. Is that what we are doing on our one year anniversary? He better remember today is our one year!!! )
Person A: I’ve got one (takes her hand and walks.)
(Person A’s subtext: I’m take her to the Christmas Tree at Rockerfeller center and then surprise here there)
Person B: And then of course
(Person B’s subtext: Finally he got to his sense! Hope we’re going to some expensive restaurant or I’m going home.)
-------Walks to a Tree--------
Person A: Better still (smirks)
(Person A’s subtext: Yes! This is it the right romantic moment! Haha!)
Person B: You are (smiles back)
(Person B’s subtext: WTF! We walked all these blocks to see a tree? )
Person A: Don’t (Holds trista’s right hand. Puts a ring on ring finger.)
(Person A’s subtext: OMG! I’m so nervous! )
Person B: Oh (Tries a little and smiles)
(Person B’s subtext: AHHH! I’m so happy right now. He does care and loves me!)
Person A: Oh (smirks)
(Person A’s subtext: Oh yeah! Who’s the man now?)
------ At angle, pretends kiss-----
Props: - A mini tree (for the scene @ rockerfeller center)
: -fake snow and wind. (to make it seem cold)
-trista and piotr needs to wear hats n scarves n gloves (to make it seem cold)
-TRISTA Brings a ring.: that looks elegant / diamond.
Rap Lyrics.
[connie]
Hatred manifest into pure malice
whats behind americas palace
the truth unwinds into many point of views
its up to you to decide whats true
tonight the truth will open your mind
open your eyes n show you your kind
inside the lies you begin to find
[umaid- verse 1]
iight lets go into really deep detail
show you as a country that we fail
see we drop bombs in iraq cause of the 9/11 attack
but we never really figured out who pulled the trigger
but no go ahead and draft the niggas
shoot and murder with bigger guns that kill quicker
so listen to the story of our nation
we really never see the situation
just like jersey shore we fight till we cant no more
and we enter these wars
that brings raining blood so let it pour
they sit in their chairs counting up the hours
bush was like damn is he gunna hit the towers
they abuse up theyre power but never take action
theyve created a illuminati faction,
and they say obama can somehow bring change
but thats outta range, and hes not to blame
man the only change i got is the quarter in my pocket
he said he'll close guantanomo, but he never locked it
so stop it stop it stop all this gossip
you can talk the talk but can even you walk it
i talk shit and i believe that its true
cause democracy isnt really red white and blue
[piotr]
In order to create peace, you must get ready for war
Where there is good, there has to be evil in store
so let the soldiers die, let the blood pour
lets go around killing and have a world tour
[umaid- verse 2]
see your confused
all this time cause its not a choice to choose
were forced into history, but i refuse
ima blow this shit up, light the fuse
napalm in veitnam was messed up and wrong
and were fightin the terror for way to long
i mean how hard is it to find one guy
unless he was in the CIA or FBI
or he was superman and his beard could fly
but we got spies in the sky real high too
oh wait hes hiding in a cave explains it dude
im starting to resent bush, yo get me a shoe
i can go on forever about these issues and list truth
but im brown so if i talk they list you
or enlist you for interrogation
we aint fightin for peace we fight for the nation
to take all its stuff til weve eaten up enough
and then we blame them acting tough and rough
aint that a piece of reality thats fucked up
but i guess your lucks up when your against us
trust me you must be blind to not see how they fucked me
chucked me and my religion, all because of bin laden the magical magician
a american tactician, who was sent on the mission
to do our dirty word, that the we couldnt be riskin
so they all signed a petition called the plan
to catalyze a war from Iraq to Iran
but it made no sense cause bin ladens afghan
and now im hated for believing Islam
cause if you hear tick tock, ITS A BOMB
to being searched at the airport and train station
damn yo what the hells up with this nation
im really impatient to keep up this patience
and now im dealing with the economic inflation
tell me why theres a seal on our bills from the masons
what kinda fucked up country was i placed in
no matter the terms, no matter how deep in the apple we worm
keep our words so firm, until we protest and yearn for the dead and burned
so boys and girls do you have any questions
please rate me 1-10 on my history lesson.
[Trista]
i know that ive chosen
to choose right from wrong
and i know that
someday ill play this song
and that day ill
see nothing changed for long
i know that ive chosen
to choose right from wrong
i know what ive seen
the murders in between
from the droppin of the A bomb
to a genocidal scene
we know that weve chosen
right from wrong
we stick to our choice
cause forever aint so long
and we know that
someday will play this song
and we think that day
theyll know they were wrong
they were wrong...
they were wrong....
Hatred manifest into pure malice
whats behind americas palace
the truth unwinds into many point of views
its up to you to decide whats true
tonight the truth will open your mind
open your eyes n show you your kind
inside the lies you begin to find
[umaid- verse 1]
iight lets go into really deep detail
show you as a country that we fail
see we drop bombs in iraq cause of the 9/11 attack
but we never really figured out who pulled the trigger
but no go ahead and draft the niggas
shoot and murder with bigger guns that kill quicker
so listen to the story of our nation
we really never see the situation
just like jersey shore we fight till we cant no more
and we enter these wars
that brings raining blood so let it pour
they sit in their chairs counting up the hours
bush was like damn is he gunna hit the towers
they abuse up theyre power but never take action
theyve created a illuminati faction,
and they say obama can somehow bring change
but thats outta range, and hes not to blame
man the only change i got is the quarter in my pocket
he said he'll close guantanomo, but he never locked it
so stop it stop it stop all this gossip
you can talk the talk but can even you walk it
i talk shit and i believe that its true
cause democracy isnt really red white and blue
[piotr]
In order to create peace, you must get ready for war
Where there is good, there has to be evil in store
so let the soldiers die, let the blood pour
lets go around killing and have a world tour
[umaid- verse 2]
see your confused
all this time cause its not a choice to choose
were forced into history, but i refuse
ima blow this shit up, light the fuse
napalm in veitnam was messed up and wrong
and were fightin the terror for way to long
i mean how hard is it to find one guy
unless he was in the CIA or FBI
or he was superman and his beard could fly
but we got spies in the sky real high too
oh wait hes hiding in a cave explains it dude
im starting to resent bush, yo get me a shoe
i can go on forever about these issues and list truth
but im brown so if i talk they list you
or enlist you for interrogation
we aint fightin for peace we fight for the nation
to take all its stuff til weve eaten up enough
and then we blame them acting tough and rough
aint that a piece of reality thats fucked up
but i guess your lucks up when your against us
trust me you must be blind to not see how they fucked me
chucked me and my religion, all because of bin laden the magical magician
a american tactician, who was sent on the mission
to do our dirty word, that the we couldnt be riskin
so they all signed a petition called the plan
to catalyze a war from Iraq to Iran
but it made no sense cause bin ladens afghan
and now im hated for believing Islam
cause if you hear tick tock, ITS A BOMB
to being searched at the airport and train station
damn yo what the hells up with this nation
im really impatient to keep up this patience
and now im dealing with the economic inflation
tell me why theres a seal on our bills from the masons
what kinda fucked up country was i placed in
no matter the terms, no matter how deep in the apple we worm
keep our words so firm, until we protest and yearn for the dead and burned
so boys and girls do you have any questions
please rate me 1-10 on my history lesson.
[Trista]
i know that ive chosen
to choose right from wrong
and i know that
someday ill play this song
and that day ill
see nothing changed for long
i know that ive chosen
to choose right from wrong
i know what ive seen
the murders in between
from the droppin of the A bomb
to a genocidal scene
we know that weve chosen
right from wrong
we stick to our choice
cause forever aint so long
and we know that
someday will play this song
and we think that day
theyll know they were wrong
they were wrong...
they were wrong....
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