Are they running away from the pain, by running and running and running the game
All aboard the runaway train.

She was 22 he was nearly 17, living the dream to be queen of her scene .Thought he was older the head on his shoulder mature then most that well that’s what he told her. She thought he was cute since day, Tryna find ways, to even say hay, Many a day, shed talk of the play, but never really, got things underway, a yesterday dream or so it would seem, not even the eye of the future would gleam. Dreaming of beaming and being his bride a modern day bonnie and Clyde shooting the stars as they ride together, stepping on clouds ever under the weather, prepared to be like the out casted forever ever ever ever

17 dreaming like al Pacino a top boy Kano a buy any means bro, Larger than life eternity sized forever biggin himself up like the guy Not Living out life on the limbo, never the down low, nor did he think so No1 principle, walk on the road like your shit is invincible, Biblical blessing were lesser then welcome, swearing to god there no point in helping. Turning round G.O.D so only dogs yelping. Always just did what he pleases, no time for Jesus, not time for sneezes. But his heart would always stay cold until the day hell freezes.

They met on the day that he buried his friend crying with anger looking revenge, they got in his Benz and drove back to his ends, from that moment they more than just friends, pretending to be on the hush, keeping it secret felt like a rush but pushing his weight, while they on a date, had his enemies all in debate. Get him or get her, death on a Persian rug, with pools of blood like a blur a modern-day massacre making the news, revenge for the years of abuse. Maybe today maybe the next Rolex on his wrist counting the sec. How many days left with breath, living this life what you expect

Like Sharon stone in casino blow up her nose like sniffing tornados, you know how it goes catching them raze on holidays up in Barbados, living her life like a legend, blind to the ways of where it was heading, friends in abundance feeding her hype telling her time to get rid of her guy, time to solo inherit the crown, time to slow done on the merry go round, time to regroup, take over the troops ,notorious time singing for gimme the loots , in cahoots with the devil, but bringing that heat on that level , the perfect plan in her sights but will it withstand the Fahrenheit.

He hit her so hard she forgot how to cry, you see he discovered her plan that night, But running the road was more than a game, a tear in his eye as he took his aim. He Had to unload to keep with the code of the road defending his name ,Even though simple and plan, never love anybody again He let off his chamber 2 to the face as another shot rang through the place , shed ordered the hit while sipping a cocktail up on the beach with her mates so after the guns were blasting no love was left no love was lasting They died on the floor side by side ironically, now there like Bonnie and Clyde