I've been up for 28 hours and I'm trying to write an essay. Here was my first title idea. Normally I'd delete it and move on, but this one made me giggle so I want to remember it:
"How we roll: An essay on plagiarism in the contemporary inner city"
"That's our blood down there Seems poured from the hands of angels and trickle into the ground Leaves the warehouse so bare and empty And my heart's numbered beat Will echo in this empty room, oh And fear wells in me That nothing seems good enough to stay Lord I'm going away, though I'd love to stay, here today"