The Boy's left arm twitches from beneath pale blue hospital sheets
He opens his eyes, he see's Fam and Naomi
They are staring into his eyes looking for answers to what alluded to this all
The Boy sit's up right in the bed and feels a menacing pain in his lower stomach
There's three gun wounds in the shape of a <. he looks at the wounds from underneath their bandaging smiles wryly naomi and puts up fingers beside wound to make one of those really lame internet hearts that teenage girls oh so admire>
Fam: you're lucky I saved your a** n***a, i knew they were bad news
The Boy: I guess so. But atleast im not dead. ahaha
Naomi: No more drug deals, we don't need to lose you there's another going on around here
The Boy: i guess you're right. I guess i wanted to be like my father (Rick Ross). you guys wanna party tonight? my memories kind of hazy but lets have a good time tonight