Week 4 - Objective (2-0) vs. Just Write (2-0) - JUST WRITE WINS 6-0

[Just Write]

When it all started, I was just another face in the crowd
Unknown.. but In that state I was complacent and proud
Lived on the outskirts of town..
..over the hill, down around the edge of the valley
In an old broken down house facing the market's shittiest alleys
Life's decisions were simple, my family would sell a few trinkets for bucks
Ma & pa would hustle for grub just to feed us kids every month,
Don't get me wrong,
me and my sister grew up happy in our own little world
I was pa's proudest achievement. she was ma's little girl, growing into a pearl
This was before the world of systems, before the time of money and fame
Before societies tradition conditioned us to live corruptly in vain
Just candle lit dinners, a small table with no room for visitor's plate's
Pa worked hard every winter preparing the fields, by digging the planes
Me and my sister tried to help them out as much as we possibly could
She'd be scrubbing the dishes after dinner while I was out choppin up wood
Me n' sis often traveled to town, mainly to pick up different supplies
Anything to make life easier on the family and help the work diminish in size
We used to love to ride the horses up the hill, for water and back
But that day my pa said we couldn't take em cause he had an order to pack
I bet he never thought that we'd be victims of such a horrible act
Or his son would be tortured while his daughter went through a horrific attack
All I remember was the men in the mask, them grabbin at her tits and her ass
Still picture it cleary, when I close my eyes I get the most vivid of flashbacks
It makes me sick til I can't stand, excuse me for my moment of silence.............
..... but I still can't understand how someone could be so prone & open to violence
There was no calling the cops, only my emotional sirens
As I lay their screaming til no more tears could seep through my eyelids.
The men who attacked us weren't just out for the money it seemed
They wanted to feel the thrill of a kill and the apealing rush that it brings
They busted my cheek, fucked up my teeth, broke all four of my crowns
They threw me to the bottom just in time for me to see my sister tumbling down
As she lay on the ground I could see her life slippin away
there wasn't a thing I could do or a prayer to pray to help with the pain
I Didnt even try to help her..i'll always have to look back with this inner guilt
.....and now you know the real story of the hill, Jack, and his sister Jill.

"R.I.P. Jill"

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