Faulkner: Read this chapter slowly, because it'll be the only knew one in a
while.
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Ratchet was lost in a sea of peaceful darkness. She liked the darkness. The dark was her only true friend. It concealed her from others and kept her company. Darkness was the thing that hid her deepest secrets. The ones that she tried to not even think about.
She could hear someone calling her by her real name. It was faint, and she tried to follow the sound to its source. But to no avail.
It was as if her limbs were lead and glued to her body. She couldn't move, and the voice became even fainter now.
"Stop! Wait!" Ratchet yelled. The voice kept getting even farther away.
"STOP!" Ratchet screamed with all her might.
The voice disappeared altogether, and Ratchet felt like she had just lost something dear to her. She struggled against whatever was holding her back.
Another voice, a lot nearer than the first, whispered softly in her ear. This one she couldn't understand at all, even though it was so near. She struggled to turn around to see who it was, but still couldn't move.
Ratchet let out a yell of frustration and tried to thrash, for all the good it did her.
Then the voice that had been whispering earlier came back, but it was right next to her other ear.
"Choose." a deep voice said from all around her.
"What?! What do you mean?!" Ratchet yelled.
The voices didn't cease to whisper in her ears. The first one whispered her given name in a deep husky voice. The second one whispered beautiful nonsense in a silky voice. Both were so familiar, yet so distant.
"Choose." the third, deep voice boomed in the darkness.
"Choose what?!" Ratchet cried out. "What do you want me to choose?!"
"You must have one or the other. Not both, never both." the voice answered.
"What must I choose between?!" she screamed again.
Suddenly, life came surging back into her limbs and she whirled around, facing the bodies that the two voices belonged to.
Though their faces were in shadows, she could tell who they were by their clothes and build.
"Boromir, Haldir!" she whispered. She wanted to run and hug them, but something stopped her. "Choose? Why must I choose? What are you talking about?!"
"You must have one or the other. Not both, never both." it repeated.
"You're making me choose between Boromir and Haldir?! But....WHY??" she cried out in agony. Why did she need to choose, and for what purpose?
"You cannot have them both. It is impossible. Choose."
"I can't! You can't make me choose between them! I don't even know why you want me to choose!"
"Ratchet...."
"Come to me Ratchet..."
They were both pleading with her now. Both asking her to come to them.
How could she choose, and why did she need to?! Boromir loved her, and Haldir had helped her get past some of her grief when Boromir died. How and why must she choose?
"Ratchet...."
"Come....."
"Choose."
"Please, come to me....."
"Ratchet, love...."
"Not both, never both."
"Ratchet!"
"Please!"
The voices got louder and never ceased. They didn't allow her to think. She screamed, and didn't even hear that. Ratchet covered her ears and shut her eyes. They didn't go away, but instead walked over and put their hands on her arms.
"Ratchet!"
"Come love!"
"Please Ratchet!"
"Come to me!"
"Ratchet!"
"Ratchet!"
"Ratchet!"
"Ratchet!"
"RATCHET!"
Ratchet jerked awake and screamed again. The hands didn't leave her arms, and she struggled to make them leave her.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed.
"Ratchet! Calm down!"
The voice strangely made her still her frantic movements and lay still. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see anything.
"She is calm now, you can leave." the same voice said.
Ratchet opened her eyes to see that the room was occupied by herself in a bed, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, two healers, the girl that had bandaged her wrist, Haldir's brothers, and even the king himself! But why were they all in her room?
The blond woman that had bandaged her wrist came over to her bedside and reached out to touch Ratchet's forehead. Ratchet jerked out of reach and glared at the woman.
"It is all right Ratchet. Lady Eowyn is only trying to make sure you are all right." Aragorn soothed.
"I'm fine. I don't need someone to tell me i'm healthy." Ratchet growled. Eowyn fidgeted under Ratchet's gaze, but didn't look away.
"Still -" Aragorn pressed.
"I'm fine." Ratchet said more firmly. "It was just a nightmare. I'll be fine."
Aragorn sighed, and started speaking with Eowyn and the king. Ratchet didn't pay any attention, but thought back to the nightmare. It had deeply shaken her, and she was still confused at why she had to supposedly 'choose'.
And why had she to choose between Boromir and Haldir? It was absurd!
'Get a grip, you dumbass!' she scolded herself. 'It was only a freaky dream. Dreams aren't supposed to mean anything, or make sense! It was just something my wacko mind came up with!'
Ratchet noticed that it was now quiet in the room, and looked up. The king, Eowyn, and the healers had left. Haldir's two brothers stared at her for a long while before also leaving.
"What was so horrible in your dreams that made you scream lass?" Gimli finally asked.
"Nothing. I don't remember that much. Just little flashes of color." Ratchet lied.
"Why did you faint last night?" Aragorn asked. "You're lucky Haldir was there to catch you before you fell off the wall. Even though he shouldn't have been up at all." and he glared at her.
"Don't be glaring at me! I didn ask for him to get up. I tried to tell him to get back to bed, but he wouldn't have it. He's such a stubborn Elf." she replied.
"Reminds me of a certain Fellowship member...." Legolas trailed off. Then smirked as Ratchet glared at him. "You can't deny that you are more stubborn than a mule."
"And proud of it, Elfy."
They all had a little laugh over that one. Then Aragorn became thoughtful, and studied Ratchet closely.
"You did not answer my question." he said.
Ratchet groaned and slowly got out of bed. "And you won't get an answer until I find out how that nutty Elf is doing. If I find out that he has made his wound worse because of me, i'll give him something that will DEFINITELY keep him in bed, no doubt about that!"
Then she got up and went over to the door, intent on finding out how Haldir was.
"There is no need to see him. He is fine, if not a little tired from his exertions." Legolas said.
"I think i'll see that for myself, thanks." She looked up and down the hallway. Then back to her companions. "Where is his room, anyway?" she asked.
"Down the hall, fifth door on the left." Aragorn pointed.
Ratchet waved and counted the doors as she passed them. When she reached the fifth one on the left, she knocked.
"Enter." called an unfamiliar voice.
Ratchet went inside and saw one of the healers just closing the fresh bandage on Haldir's side.
"Ah, you again. While you're here, I might as well get a look at your wrist."
He walked over to her and removed the heavy bandage from heer wrist. After examining the cut carefully, he asked her to rotate her wrist slowly. She did so, and watched as the scab stretched, but did not break.
"Good, good. I think we can keep bandages off it now. The wound is closing nicely, and needs some air."
"How is Haldir?" she asked him.
He looked behind him at the sleeping elf.
"He is in worse shape than that nick you got. But he will get better in time. Even with those elvish tricks that they got, it will take a while." he explained with a sigh. "And make sure he doesn't get out of bed again!" he scolded. "It does him no good to go gallavanting around with that kind of wound."
Ratchet nodded and watched as the healer left. She then grabbed a chair and set it next to the bed. She turned it around and sat in it backwards so that her arms rested on the backrest.
Ratchet sighed and watched Haldir sleep.
"What the hell was that dream about." she murmured to herself. "It feels like it was important, but why?"
Ratchet watched Haldir sleep, trying to sort out what the dream was about and occaisonally muttering to herself. After doing this for the longest time, she sighed and gave up. 'It's no use.' she thought. 'The dream means absolutely nothing as far as I know.'
She rested her head on her arms for a few seconds. Then got up to leave, when a voice stopped her.
"How long have you been here?" Haldir asked.
Ratchet turned around and watched as he slowly got into a sitting position.
"I dunno. A little while I guess." she answered after a minute.
"What were you doing?"
"Thinking."
"About what?"
"Stuff."
Haldir, seeing he would get nowhere like this, switched tactics.
"How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good. I don't have to wear bandages on my wrist anymore. And that reminds me. You are one dumb elf. Getting up like that when you had nearly died from your wound. If you weren't already hurt, I would hurt you."
Haldir sighed at the scolding and shook his head.
"You are lucky I was there. You could have fallen off the wall and died. And if you didn't fall, then it would have been a long time before somone found you." he said.
"True. But you didn't somehow know I was going to fall, you just decided to follow me. So that overrides what you did." Ratchet argued. "And if I find you out of bed, or hear that you were out of bed without the healers consent, I will personally break both your legs. You can count on that."
There was a few moments silence. Then....
"You have a beautiful voice." Haldir complemented.
"You only say that because you haven't heard it the way it should be sung. I would let you listen to the way it's supposed to sound, but I haven't the foggiest where my pack is."
"Do you know any happy songs?"
"Uhhh.... Wow, that came out of nowhere. Yeah, 'course I do. Why do you ask that?"
"Because. All the songs that have come from your lips have been tainted with sadness. Occaisonally even bitterness. Why is that?"
Ratchet walked slowly over to the chair and sat back down.
"Because there rarely is any true happiness where I come from. Singers only sing about what they know, or wish they could know about." She suddenly laughed as a thought struck her. "If you think the songs that I have sung are sad and bitter, you should hear some rap songs that I know."
"Sing me one." he said.
Ratchet blanched and stared at Haldir. She cleared her throat and looked around nervously.
"Well, all right. Here it goes."
She started to rock her head slightly and tapped her foot quietly to some beat that Haldir couldn't hear.
"Uh yeah, anutha one of those
This is for my nigga Q
Down to earth joint (rest in piece baby)
There's so many that don't know
They don't don't know (this goes out ot my nigga Q)
Who we be (rest in piece baby)
They don't know
Who we be
What they don't know is
The bullshit/ The drama/ The guns/ The armor/ The city/ The farmer/ The babies/ The mama/ The projects The drugs/ The children/ The thugs/ The tears/ The hugs/ The love/ The slugs/ The funerals/ The wakes The churches/ The coffins
The heart broken mothers
It happens/ Too often/ The problems/ The things/ We used to solve them/ Yonkers/ The Bronx/ Brooklyn Harlem/ The hurt/ The pain/ The dirt/ The rain/ The jerk/ The fame/ The work/ The game/ The friends The foes/ The Benz/ The hoes
The studios to shows
Comes and it goes
The jealousy/ The envy/ The phony/ The friendly/ The one that gave me slugs/ The one that put em in me The snakes/ The grass/ Too long/ To see/ The lawnmower/ Sittin'/ Right next/ To the tree
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
What we seein' is/ The streets/ The cops/ The system/ Harassment/ The options/ Get shot/ Go to jail Or get ya ass kicked/ The lawyers/ The part/ They are/ Of the puzzle/ The release/ The warning/ Try not to get in trouble/ The snitches/ The eyes/ Probabtion/ Parole/ The new charge/ The bail/ The warrant/ The hole/ The cell/ The bus/ The ride/ Up north/ The greens/ The boots/ The yard/ You caught/ The fightin'/ The stabbin'/ The pullin'/ The grabbin'/ The wire that squired the captain Nobody knows what happened/ For 2 years in a box/ Revenge/ The plots/ The 23 hours that's locked The 1 hour that's not/ The silence/ The dark/ The mind/ So fragile/ The wish/ That the streets Would've took you/ When they had you/ The days/ The months/ The years/ Despair/ One night/ On my knees/ Here it comes/ The prayer
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
This here is all about/ My wife/ My kids/ The life/ That I live/ Through the night/ I was his/ It was right What I did/ My ups/ And downs/ My slips/ My falls/ My trials and tribulations/ My heart/ My balls/ My mother/ My father/ I love em/ I hate em/ Wish God/ I didn't have em/ But i'm glad/ That he made em The roaches/ The rats/ The strays/ The cats/ The guns, knives, and bats/ Everytime we scrap/ The hustlin' The dealin'/ The robbin'/ The stealin'/ This shit/ Hit the ceiling/ Little boy/ Wit no feelins/ The frustration Rage/ Trapped inside a cage/ The beatins till they age/ Of carryin a 12 gauge/ Somebody stop me Somebody come and get me/ Little did I know/ That the Lord/ Was ridin wit me/ The dark/ The light/ My heart/ The fight/ The wrong/ The right/ It's done/ Alright!?
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
DMX talkin
Man listen
These muthafuckas don't know
Who we are
They don't know
They couldn't possibly fuckin' know dog
That's from the heart."
Silence reigned again for a few minutes.
"You were right. That was very sad and bitter." Haldir finally said.
"Yep. He's a black man that went through hell and back.He grew up in a time where blacks were scorned and treated horribly." Seeing his blank look, she elaborated slightly. "Blacks are a race of humans that have different color skin. Most people hated them because they thought they were evil and inferior. God, those people were so stupid back then. Not to mention ignorant. They had been put into slavery because of this, and have only been freed in the past....." Ratchet did a little mental math. "thousand years? I dunno."
"You must tell me more abut this sometime."
"Maybe I will. Now, rest up."
Haldir obediantly laid back down and made himself comfortable before getting that vacant look that signalled he was asleep.
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Faulkner: My next update is going to be a while from now because of my moving to Kentucky. Savor this chapter, because it'll be the only new one you'll see in a while. And that little rap number was from DMX, Who We Be.
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Ratchet was lost in a sea of peaceful darkness. She liked the darkness. The dark was her only true friend. It concealed her from others and kept her company. Darkness was the thing that hid her deepest secrets. The ones that she tried to not even think about.
She could hear someone calling her by her real name. It was faint, and she tried to follow the sound to its source. But to no avail.
It was as if her limbs were lead and glued to her body. She couldn't move, and the voice became even fainter now.
"Stop! Wait!" Ratchet yelled. The voice kept getting even farther away.
"STOP!" Ratchet screamed with all her might.
The voice disappeared altogether, and Ratchet felt like she had just lost something dear to her. She struggled against whatever was holding her back.
Another voice, a lot nearer than the first, whispered softly in her ear. This one she couldn't understand at all, even though it was so near. She struggled to turn around to see who it was, but still couldn't move.
Ratchet let out a yell of frustration and tried to thrash, for all the good it did her.
Then the voice that had been whispering earlier came back, but it was right next to her other ear.
"Choose." a deep voice said from all around her.
"What?! What do you mean?!" Ratchet yelled.
The voices didn't cease to whisper in her ears. The first one whispered her given name in a deep husky voice. The second one whispered beautiful nonsense in a silky voice. Both were so familiar, yet so distant.
"Choose." the third, deep voice boomed in the darkness.
"Choose what?!" Ratchet cried out. "What do you want me to choose?!"
"You must have one or the other. Not both, never both." the voice answered.
"What must I choose between?!" she screamed again.
Suddenly, life came surging back into her limbs and she whirled around, facing the bodies that the two voices belonged to.
Though their faces were in shadows, she could tell who they were by their clothes and build.
"Boromir, Haldir!" she whispered. She wanted to run and hug them, but something stopped her. "Choose? Why must I choose? What are you talking about?!"
"You must have one or the other. Not both, never both." it repeated.
"You're making me choose between Boromir and Haldir?! But....WHY??" she cried out in agony. Why did she need to choose, and for what purpose?
"You cannot have them both. It is impossible. Choose."
"I can't! You can't make me choose between them! I don't even know why you want me to choose!"
"Ratchet...."
"Come to me Ratchet..."
They were both pleading with her now. Both asking her to come to them.
How could she choose, and why did she need to?! Boromir loved her, and Haldir had helped her get past some of her grief when Boromir died. How and why must she choose?
"Ratchet...."
"Come....."
"Choose."
"Please, come to me....."
"Ratchet, love...."
"Not both, never both."
"Ratchet!"
"Please!"
The voices got louder and never ceased. They didn't allow her to think. She screamed, and didn't even hear that. Ratchet covered her ears and shut her eyes. They didn't go away, but instead walked over and put their hands on her arms.
"Ratchet!"
"Come love!"
"Please Ratchet!"
"Come to me!"
"Ratchet!"
"Ratchet!"
"Ratchet!"
"Ratchet!"
"RATCHET!"
Ratchet jerked awake and screamed again. The hands didn't leave her arms, and she struggled to make them leave her.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed.
"Ratchet! Calm down!"
The voice strangely made her still her frantic movements and lay still. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see anything.
"She is calm now, you can leave." the same voice said.
Ratchet opened her eyes to see that the room was occupied by herself in a bed, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, two healers, the girl that had bandaged her wrist, Haldir's brothers, and even the king himself! But why were they all in her room?
The blond woman that had bandaged her wrist came over to her bedside and reached out to touch Ratchet's forehead. Ratchet jerked out of reach and glared at the woman.
"It is all right Ratchet. Lady Eowyn is only trying to make sure you are all right." Aragorn soothed.
"I'm fine. I don't need someone to tell me i'm healthy." Ratchet growled. Eowyn fidgeted under Ratchet's gaze, but didn't look away.
"Still -" Aragorn pressed.
"I'm fine." Ratchet said more firmly. "It was just a nightmare. I'll be fine."
Aragorn sighed, and started speaking with Eowyn and the king. Ratchet didn't pay any attention, but thought back to the nightmare. It had deeply shaken her, and she was still confused at why she had to supposedly 'choose'.
And why had she to choose between Boromir and Haldir? It was absurd!
'Get a grip, you dumbass!' she scolded herself. 'It was only a freaky dream. Dreams aren't supposed to mean anything, or make sense! It was just something my wacko mind came up with!'
Ratchet noticed that it was now quiet in the room, and looked up. The king, Eowyn, and the healers had left. Haldir's two brothers stared at her for a long while before also leaving.
"What was so horrible in your dreams that made you scream lass?" Gimli finally asked.
"Nothing. I don't remember that much. Just little flashes of color." Ratchet lied.
"Why did you faint last night?" Aragorn asked. "You're lucky Haldir was there to catch you before you fell off the wall. Even though he shouldn't have been up at all." and he glared at her.
"Don't be glaring at me! I didn ask for him to get up. I tried to tell him to get back to bed, but he wouldn't have it. He's such a stubborn Elf." she replied.
"Reminds me of a certain Fellowship member...." Legolas trailed off. Then smirked as Ratchet glared at him. "You can't deny that you are more stubborn than a mule."
"And proud of it, Elfy."
They all had a little laugh over that one. Then Aragorn became thoughtful, and studied Ratchet closely.
"You did not answer my question." he said.
Ratchet groaned and slowly got out of bed. "And you won't get an answer until I find out how that nutty Elf is doing. If I find out that he has made his wound worse because of me, i'll give him something that will DEFINITELY keep him in bed, no doubt about that!"
Then she got up and went over to the door, intent on finding out how Haldir was.
"There is no need to see him. He is fine, if not a little tired from his exertions." Legolas said.
"I think i'll see that for myself, thanks." She looked up and down the hallway. Then back to her companions. "Where is his room, anyway?" she asked.
"Down the hall, fifth door on the left." Aragorn pointed.
Ratchet waved and counted the doors as she passed them. When she reached the fifth one on the left, she knocked.
"Enter." called an unfamiliar voice.
Ratchet went inside and saw one of the healers just closing the fresh bandage on Haldir's side.
"Ah, you again. While you're here, I might as well get a look at your wrist."
He walked over to her and removed the heavy bandage from heer wrist. After examining the cut carefully, he asked her to rotate her wrist slowly. She did so, and watched as the scab stretched, but did not break.
"Good, good. I think we can keep bandages off it now. The wound is closing nicely, and needs some air."
"How is Haldir?" she asked him.
He looked behind him at the sleeping elf.
"He is in worse shape than that nick you got. But he will get better in time. Even with those elvish tricks that they got, it will take a while." he explained with a sigh. "And make sure he doesn't get out of bed again!" he scolded. "It does him no good to go gallavanting around with that kind of wound."
Ratchet nodded and watched as the healer left. She then grabbed a chair and set it next to the bed. She turned it around and sat in it backwards so that her arms rested on the backrest.
Ratchet sighed and watched Haldir sleep.
"What the hell was that dream about." she murmured to herself. "It feels like it was important, but why?"
Ratchet watched Haldir sleep, trying to sort out what the dream was about and occaisonally muttering to herself. After doing this for the longest time, she sighed and gave up. 'It's no use.' she thought. 'The dream means absolutely nothing as far as I know.'
She rested her head on her arms for a few seconds. Then got up to leave, when a voice stopped her.
"How long have you been here?" Haldir asked.
Ratchet turned around and watched as he slowly got into a sitting position.
"I dunno. A little while I guess." she answered after a minute.
"What were you doing?"
"Thinking."
"About what?"
"Stuff."
Haldir, seeing he would get nowhere like this, switched tactics.
"How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good. I don't have to wear bandages on my wrist anymore. And that reminds me. You are one dumb elf. Getting up like that when you had nearly died from your wound. If you weren't already hurt, I would hurt you."
Haldir sighed at the scolding and shook his head.
"You are lucky I was there. You could have fallen off the wall and died. And if you didn't fall, then it would have been a long time before somone found you." he said.
"True. But you didn't somehow know I was going to fall, you just decided to follow me. So that overrides what you did." Ratchet argued. "And if I find you out of bed, or hear that you were out of bed without the healers consent, I will personally break both your legs. You can count on that."
There was a few moments silence. Then....
"You have a beautiful voice." Haldir complemented.
"You only say that because you haven't heard it the way it should be sung. I would let you listen to the way it's supposed to sound, but I haven't the foggiest where my pack is."
"Do you know any happy songs?"
"Uhhh.... Wow, that came out of nowhere. Yeah, 'course I do. Why do you ask that?"
"Because. All the songs that have come from your lips have been tainted with sadness. Occaisonally even bitterness. Why is that?"
Ratchet walked slowly over to the chair and sat back down.
"Because there rarely is any true happiness where I come from. Singers only sing about what they know, or wish they could know about." She suddenly laughed as a thought struck her. "If you think the songs that I have sung are sad and bitter, you should hear some rap songs that I know."
"Sing me one." he said.
Ratchet blanched and stared at Haldir. She cleared her throat and looked around nervously.
"Well, all right. Here it goes."
She started to rock her head slightly and tapped her foot quietly to some beat that Haldir couldn't hear.
"Uh yeah, anutha one of those
This is for my nigga Q
Down to earth joint (rest in piece baby)
There's so many that don't know
They don't don't know (this goes out ot my nigga Q)
Who we be (rest in piece baby)
They don't know
Who we be
What they don't know is
The bullshit/ The drama/ The guns/ The armor/ The city/ The farmer/ The babies/ The mama/ The projects The drugs/ The children/ The thugs/ The tears/ The hugs/ The love/ The slugs/ The funerals/ The wakes The churches/ The coffins
The heart broken mothers
It happens/ Too often/ The problems/ The things/ We used to solve them/ Yonkers/ The Bronx/ Brooklyn Harlem/ The hurt/ The pain/ The dirt/ The rain/ The jerk/ The fame/ The work/ The game/ The friends The foes/ The Benz/ The hoes
The studios to shows
Comes and it goes
The jealousy/ The envy/ The phony/ The friendly/ The one that gave me slugs/ The one that put em in me The snakes/ The grass/ Too long/ To see/ The lawnmower/ Sittin'/ Right next/ To the tree
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
What we seein' is/ The streets/ The cops/ The system/ Harassment/ The options/ Get shot/ Go to jail Or get ya ass kicked/ The lawyers/ The part/ They are/ Of the puzzle/ The release/ The warning/ Try not to get in trouble/ The snitches/ The eyes/ Probabtion/ Parole/ The new charge/ The bail/ The warrant/ The hole/ The cell/ The bus/ The ride/ Up north/ The greens/ The boots/ The yard/ You caught/ The fightin'/ The stabbin'/ The pullin'/ The grabbin'/ The wire that squired the captain Nobody knows what happened/ For 2 years in a box/ Revenge/ The plots/ The 23 hours that's locked The 1 hour that's not/ The silence/ The dark/ The mind/ So fragile/ The wish/ That the streets Would've took you/ When they had you/ The days/ The months/ The years/ Despair/ One night/ On my knees/ Here it comes/ The prayer
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
This here is all about/ My wife/ My kids/ The life/ That I live/ Through the night/ I was his/ It was right What I did/ My ups/ And downs/ My slips/ My falls/ My trials and tribulations/ My heart/ My balls/ My mother/ My father/ I love em/ I hate em/ Wish God/ I didn't have em/ But i'm glad/ That he made em The roaches/ The rats/ The strays/ The cats/ The guns, knives, and bats/ Everytime we scrap/ The hustlin' The dealin'/ The robbin'/ The stealin'/ This shit/ Hit the ceiling/ Little boy/ Wit no feelins/ The frustration Rage/ Trapped inside a cage/ The beatins till they age/ Of carryin a 12 gauge/ Somebody stop me Somebody come and get me/ Little did I know/ That the Lord/ Was ridin wit me/ The dark/ The light/ My heart/ The fight/ The wrong/ The right/ It's done/ Alright!?
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
They don't know
Who we be
DMX talkin
Man listen
These muthafuckas don't know
Who we are
They don't know
They couldn't possibly fuckin' know dog
That's from the heart."
Silence reigned again for a few minutes.
"You were right. That was very sad and bitter." Haldir finally said.
"Yep. He's a black man that went through hell and back.He grew up in a time where blacks were scorned and treated horribly." Seeing his blank look, she elaborated slightly. "Blacks are a race of humans that have different color skin. Most people hated them because they thought they were evil and inferior. God, those people were so stupid back then. Not to mention ignorant. They had been put into slavery because of this, and have only been freed in the past....." Ratchet did a little mental math. "thousand years? I dunno."
"You must tell me more abut this sometime."
"Maybe I will. Now, rest up."
Haldir obediantly laid back down and made himself comfortable before getting that vacant look that signalled he was asleep.
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Faulkner: My next update is going to be a while from now because of my moving to Kentucky. Savor this chapter, because it'll be the only new one you'll see in a while. And that little rap number was from DMX, Who We Be.