Goin nowhere in between the clicks of getting those federal notes. Home has moved away as I sit in alleyways losing the thought of hope. Keys ain't unlocking doors of where I've been before. Jus the four door rubber rollin tent that gets me around moving when I push the pedal on the floor. But I have a way after losing the materials that mean nothing n aren't worth havin as they were taken by the hands of luv. Sash, don't judge me. I went in n wound up................... Done!