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SHORT STORY LONG (Directors Cut) [Honors English] [Scene 1] Na na na na na na na He ain't wanna’ kill mo time At 8:45 he put both hands on the 9 It wartime so he let the hollows fly Now Its easy to kill But its hard to watch men die Now I’m watchin like I’m a private eye Cuz he ain't on his homies side He on the side of his home This here is homicide’ Now the bullets in the air Like its slow motion Almost no motion Before this he was hulk Hogan Now he’s soft spoken Mouth stuck as if his jaw broken Heart feels sawed open He went from sad to angry to happy to anxious Now ain't this creating an emotional athlete His heart racing last lap of the track meet Cuz he was thinking bout’ marriage this year The house he could have made he buildin’ castles in the air He closed his eyes and asked to disappear Freeze it there yeah! [Scene II] Now zoom in hella for this set Get the beads of sweat pour him As they pour from the pores in his neck They clearly yellin ‘duck They clearly yellin ‘duck From the right and the left He can’t hear Both his ears on a double date with deaf (th) Definitely its mental uh Revengeful He can’t bring himself to pray at his own temples Now get a good angle on his friend Who try to act upset but then again Is just glad it isn’t him Sinful now zoom out slow and peep the pattern of the crows All flying together like some traveling skulls Ohh, he fell into the darkest place So god never seen him when he called for his grace Then it hit him like a storm Don’t worry he was calm He wasn’t even there To know that he was gone [Scene III] They say if you pick up a shell and listen That you can hear inside of the ocean I picked up the shell I only heard a violent explosion I still see the 9 and its smoking And the kids silently dying His eyelids is open Look!! Look!! he’s startin’ to shake It’s a war inside of him He fall for his fate Life and death were like doors They revolved on his face You could have swore he was asleep And started falling awake Caught in between The callin’ of the ultimate gates And that corner where he Scuffled and struggled and hustled Round’ the way And as he loses his T cells His eyes lose detail He can't tell a guy from a female Out of one eye he can see heaven Other eye he can see hell When he crosses them he sees a sunrise From when he was 12 And at the crossroads he became a corpse From far up he looked like Jesus slain on the cross It all happen so quick Just 59 ticks I looked down at my watch Its 8:46 Damn……