Blue jeans. White shirt. Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn. Big dreams gangster. Said you had to leave to start your life over. I was like no please, stay here, we don't need no money we can make all work. But he headed out on Sunday said he come home Monday. I stayed up waiting, anticipating and pacing. But he was chasing paper, caught up in the game that was the last I heard.All Rights Reserved