No matter how i try to get there something always seem to stop me. Whether its a road block of haters or a long red light full of people not understanding how bad i want this. Sometimes i wonder will this road trip ever have a destination, or am i driving until my heart becomes empty and i lose all hope and turn around and go home. But you see, theres something about this trip thats keeps me going, that keeps me filling up that tank of hope (Even though the wait is like New York traffic at 5o'clock). That something is FAME.
-Markeise -MindFreaks-
u bet not eva give up nikka...we love u!!! dis ya bro and sis
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