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When she walked by, everyone was gazin' Picture perfect, Mediterranean or middle-east Asian So amazin' was the way she carried herself Yet she would never be the ego type to marry for wealth She left the Embassy and went to see if the bar was open A cab pulled up, a man got out the car approachin' Her, he couldn't take his eyes off her He approached her knowin' she'd be the type to decline offers Yet he confidently walked parallel to her, not sweatin' Said it was a nice day an' asked where she was headed She took the blatant flirt wit' her typical sweet nature And after talkin' at the bar, he asked to date her She accepted, though not obsessed with success This guy had it all from job to the wealth an' the dress The typical batchelor catch that the ladies wanna see Infatuated with the simple beauty of this lady's honesty For weeks, they were totally focused He'd praise her for the little things she always thought nobody noticed He said he was a solicitor, born an' bred American She was half-Iraqi, her father a Gulf War Veteran Raised in Venezuela, now she writes for NY's biggest paper She'd dream of bein' the downtrodden's saviour And he'd always gotten the best from life Yet never held down a girl or kept a wife But with her, he had security, assuredly This made her feel loved and appreciated for her purity She preferred to be this way, as opposed to her ex Tom was openly vexed by her moral pose to the threats Of dough an' the feds, see The Man pays to silence opinions Condemns violence but there's violence within 'em They'd tried to get in an' pay her and her ex He was a publisher, now one of her current connects She was writin' a report, exposin' some shit They tried to pay off the publisher knowin' he'd give He tried to explain to her the danger wasn't worth it She wouldn't listen, they even split from the arguments that surfaced Though they ain't friends now, he kept his word ya see Tom agreed he'd publish it for her out of courtesy So she's still writin', whilst he's fascinated by her stories She'd laugh shyly sayin' most found 'em boring And she was there for him too, to care an' to sooth But he was head over heels, without declarin' too soon But when he did, they were happily placed Only two months since meetin' Aisha an' Sam were engaged 'Cuz true love does exist, they hugged an' they kissed Then Sam was told to erase the report and smother the bitch That was the order, he refused it This Con-man-slash-assassin had been struck by Cupid Told The Man over the phone to let him leave peacefully Or he'd expose them easy most indecently This was it, he planned to move them away Planned to start over, planned to do it an' pray The Man told Tom, Aisha's ex, the publisher griped Furious, he'd lose his money and the love of his life He called Aisha, told her all 'bout Sam Told her tonight was the last night of the drawn-out plan She was set to die, but lay waitin' for him But he gave it all up for her, he only came in to drink The lights were out, he went to the bedroom, still in his coat She came from behind the door and slit his throat He choked, turned, shakin' his head He gargled "I said no" before he collapsed, layin' there dead She trembled silently, then her name was whispered quietly She turned and Tom blasted a gat at her violently One to the throat, she fell back chokin' Tom dangled his keys to her place he never gave back, hopin' Then he'd thrown them, tears in his eyes He stood above her, his former lover, he weeped as she died Not even a bullet wound hid her beauty Her eyes too filled with tears, as she quivered she grew weak He grabbed a cushion, dropped to the floor, smothered her He couldn't bear to look at her now that he'd fucked her up
Then he said "I had no choice... You broke my heart, you left me, I had no choice I took the money honey, straight after we split, shit If my heart was broke, $3mil and an assassin would fix it Now I laugh at my sickness, but understand it please A Pro was the only fool-proof plan ya see I didn't want you to die, I wanted ya love Wanted to fuck... bitch I didn't want to give up" He's still smotherin', beatin' an' pushin' He felt her nose crack and blood seap through the cushion "It was the only way for me to get past it Sam was a crook, don't be believin' this bastard He didn't love you, not like I did The Man told me to keep my enemy close, so I did See I agreed to publish but it was planned that you'd die" He was chokin' an' gropin' her wit' ravenous eyes "I'm not sick, I swear, it's what you do to men, bitch When Sam was gonna take you I knew what I had to do to end this I set it up for you, my Angel, don't fear me I know you're already dead but I KNOW you can hear me Please answer, say you'll forgive me, say it's ok" His eyes glazed as he gazed at the Angel's life he'd taken away...
------------- . . . Now who said they fuckin' with me? They just said that FUCKIN' with me They didn't mean it Nah . . .
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