Curiousity

by Moriah   Jun 7, 2006


I'm on my way to Atlanta,laying in tha back seat of a red F-150,without my baby I'm lonely and worried,without his phone call I'm empty.

Its been 3 1/2 days,I haven't talked to him,I'm curious to wats going on,I feel so weird,because believe it or not I have 280 minutes on my phone.

Could he be hurt,Could he be in trouble,Could he be locked up,or on his daily hustle?

I'm just wonderin while I ride,but I will always be there if anything happens,because me and him together- Bonnie & Clyde.

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