running away from home

"Rose you can pick out five toys, 2 stuffed animals, 1 doll and 3 books and stick them in your Dora backpack, because we are going on a trip." I told my little sister Rose she has red curly hair and blue eyes. She skips out of the room and I start packing her cloths when I'm done I start packing my baby sister Charlie cloths and then pack all the baby stuff like the wipes and dippers, when I'm done I walk out side to my old crapy car and put all the stuff in the trunk and then run inside and get Charlie and Rose and we walked to the car and put Rose in her car seat and then put Charlie in her baby thing I then buckle them up and get in the car and drive off.

You might be wondering why were leaving, well the thing is were running away from are abusiv mom but I can't tell you any thing else because, we will find out latter.

We have been driving for about one hour so I turned on the radio and the song rack city came on and my little sister Rose started singing it with out messing up.

Rack rack city b*tch

Mugga on the beat

Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch

Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties b*tch

100 deep V.I.P. no guest list

T-Raw you don't know who you f*cking wit?

Got my other b*tch f*cking wit my other b*tch

F*cking all night nigga we ain't celibate

Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it

Bar fresher than a motherf*cking peppermint

Gold leather man last king killing shit

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Get ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)

Girl you know what it is

Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch

Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch

Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch

Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch

Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch

Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch

Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch

Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch

I'mma motherf*cking star (star)

Look at the paint on the car (car)

Too much rim make the ride too hard

Tell that b*tch hop out, walk the boulevard

I need my money pronto

Get it in the morning like Alonzo

Rondo, Green got cheese like a nacho

If you ain't got no ass b*tch wear a poncho

Head hancho got my seat back

Nigga staring at me don't get bapped

Got my shirt off the club too packed

It's too turned going up like gas

God damn pulled out my racks

Mike Mike Jackson nigga yeah I'm bad

Rat T-T-T-Tatted up on my back

All the hoes love me you know what it is

Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch

Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch

Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch

Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch

Throwing hunnids hunnids

Hunnids hunnids

Throwing hunnids hunnids

Rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch

Hunnids hunnids

Throwing hunndids hunnids.

Rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch

Throwing hunnids hunnids

Hunnids hunnids

Throwing hunnids hunnids

Rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch

Hunnids hunnids

Throwing hunndids hunnids

Rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch

I laughed and I kept driving listing to her sing every song that came on.