Can you rap this is mine I don't really know why I try cause you just wanna lay down and cry
every time I feel the power your face turned sour Michael Maurer’s
but then he that funny guy on TV but then every time I go to the movie theaters, I want it in 3D
I think I’m weird but then again, I am queer
Why you be hating and then I’m tired of Explaining
You been the sore on my back and that is just a fact
You’re asking me why you’re Under attack
you have Been trying to spit out water, but I've been spitting out fire
you don’t quite understand but I think this is just God's plan
You're trying to make sense of things I'm over here creating planes
as time moves on, I stay Strong
I'm tired of this fighting cause now my flames are blinding
I’m done with you and You should too
-jjp

Read the excerpt from part 2 of zeitoun. zeitoun woke with the sun and crawled out of his tent. the day was bright, and as far as he could see in any direction the city was underwater. . he could only think of judgment day, of noah and forty days of rain. and yet it was so quiet, so still. nothing moved. he sat on the roof and scanned the horizon, looking for any person, any animal or machine moving. nothing. as he did his morning prayers, a helicopter broke the silence, shooting across the treetops and heading downtown. why does the author include the details of zeitoun’s morning? to suggest the hopelessness of zeitoun’s situation to illustrate the solitary existence endured by survivors to establish zeitoun’s dedication to the rituals of his faith to reveal the military’s attempts at assistance