scnavyboi Add me on fb r dott benjamin - December 13, 2011 add/view comments (0)

i step into the burnt red duece and a quarter i call it my rosewood, sitting slightly leaning speakers barely speaking feeling like robin hood up to no good, i withstood from being the bad guy and they see me as not being common good, pressing the gas but for some reason my wheels spinning forward but everything around me going in reverse as i stood, my vision blur, soul stir while patrolling memory lane, wood grain gripping as pictures start to come out the frame, the pics become movies and try... (continue reading)

So lets start where the story begin,

a couple of years ago when ricky was her man, it crazy how she was taken but feelings got in the plan, i wasn't aware than but he had her heart looking like the bottom of some vans, if u know what i mean by that, than u know u he was steppin on it wheneva he could like a welcome mat, somehow and someway she always took him back, and it played with my mental i couldnt take all that imma real man but no acrobat, so... (continue reading)