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"Lil Sister, Big Brother"
  by kinnaird


Little Sister, Big Brother

(Jackson): Khalil, this the biggest day of your life, draft day, so why are you out here on the court
(Khalil): You know how i am, you know how much i love the sport
(Jackson): Ofcourse. But wouldnt like to be at your draft party to learn your draft position instead of from an unknown news source
(Khalil): Naw, im thinking bout what kind car im'ma buy, a mercerdes or an un-owned new porsche (laughs)
(Khalil): But seriously though, i need to clear my head and just think about some thangs
(Khalil): I worked all my life to get to this point, all i did was think about the games
(Khalil): But its just this one image that i could never shake and thats the look in my sisters eyes, we both stared and cried
(Khalil): The day we both found out that our parents died
(Khalil): And i told myself, I never want to see that look on her face again
(Khalil): Told her i was gonna get her out of here, forget the memories and never see this place again
(Jackson): Well, if you ask me, she's definitely physically a dime, she's mentally fine
(Jackson):Cuz I daydream about her all the time, she's mentally mine (laughs)
(Khalil): Man shoot the ball and stop talking bout my pretty sister
(Khalil): You know what happened to the last dude
(Jackson): Yeah, it wasn't a pretty picture (laughs)
(Jackson): But calm down K, im just trying to lighten the mood
(Jackson): I aint seen you this enraged since the day you played against your old high school and got booed
(Jackson): K, why you so overprotective, its not your fault your parents put your sports career before your sister, you cant go back to the birth again
(Jackson): Damn, why you check the ball so hard?
(Khalil): I know u my boy, but don't ever speak of my parents or my sister, i just dont wana see her hurt again (anger building)
(Khalil): Man get out of my face
(Jackson): I know i touched a nerver but you aint have to throw the ball back like that
(Khalil): Shut up, give me my ball, im about to put it in my back pack
(Jackson): Yo, Khalil, I been knowing you ever since we been growing up
(Jackson): so chill with the tough guy act, who you think you showing up
(Khalil): My bad
(Khalil): Damn, soon as i turn my cell back on it start glowing up
(Khalil): Somebody definitely been trying to get in contact its been blowing up
(Khalil): I been back tracking and thinking bout how my past been, i aint even realize its was past ten
(Jackson): Aiight lets go and see you become the first pick in the class
(Khalil): You know that would have never happened if the media got wind of tonight and me kicking yo ass!!! (Laughs)

(Khalil): Yo, Jerry whats up, where's my sister?
(Jerry): You know Khalil, this is a nice get together
(Khalil): Man, where's my sister? I wana share this with her, you know every since our parents died we got to stick together
(Jerry): Khalil you were the first pick in the draft, i worked a nice deal, im glad im the one you hired
(Khalil): Jerry, if i had to ask you 'bout my sister one more time you gone be the one i fired
(Jerry): Khalil....
(Khalil): Jerry....
(Khalil): You know i told you look out for my sister, you get the picture?
(Khalil): So jerry she better be there with you, please tell me you aint ditch her
(Jerry): Khalil, there's this guy on the loose, police say tonight he got his 8th victim
(Jerry): Khalil, Monica's in memorial, tonight she was a rape victim
(Khalil): What, I told you to watch her, what part of that you didnt get through your dome (shouting crying)
(Jerry): Khalil, I had my driver take her to her apartment after to many shots of patron...police said they found her body about two blocks from her home
(Khalil): Jerry, fuck u, man i hope you go to hell
(Khalil): Matter fact you fired, erase my number from your fuck'n cell

(Jackson): Yo, Khalil whats wrong?
(Khail): Yo forget Jerry, I dont even wana speak to the punk
(Khalil) Take me to Memorial, but first i need to know do you still got the heat in the trunk
(Jackson)........
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Date Submitted: Oct 30, 2008 (11:02 AM)
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  neceking
11/21/08 (12:23 PM) 
this is a marvolous write....i really feel ya words...10 starz....

  Suger
11/20/08 (02:21 PM) 
damn thats talent you have officially become my fav poet.... you were right i do want more... check out collabo for Blow and tell me wat you think. the person im collaborating with is my best friend and she signed up to gs today so check her out too.

  The Poet Prin...
11/07/08 (01:45 PM) 
this was good a bit sad but really good

  Drew2007
11/07/08 (12:44 AM) 
ND A FAV. LOL

  Drew2007
11/07/08 (12:44 AM) 
DAMN ANOTHER BANGER... GREAT WRITE. AWESOME. 10 STARZ. KEEP EM COMIN. UNTIL NEXT TYME. DUECEZ

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