Rick Nick and Tandon. These are some of the bad alley guys in my neighborhood. I’m no hero but I stay aloof of these three brothers, they want me. Like my personal Biff bully who would see me to the grave. I get the chills the blues. They always get their way with me. And I end up dead. How I crawl out of that kind of grease hell, is just pain and suffering, loneliness. Should I call myself Marty? Hmm… Or Biff? They want to look like heros too, like I’m the bad guy. Where is Marv? They probably got him too. There is no escape. My girlfriend, or just a wahem by now. Has probably been married off to a અરરો or worse killed, or turned against me as a haye. That’s what Biff does to me, turns my friends against me, worse turns them into a haye, so Ill get repelled from them. We’ll never be able to meet, I’ll never be able to get me family back. My girl will suffer the worse fate, like everybody else I had. I can’t even keep their photo anymore, that too is a black hole for me, they call me ex.

If my girlfriend is out there somewhere, she’ll be on her own, will have to fight her way out of their hold. Like all of us, we must fight it out, keep bringing them in. When all of this is over I find myself with folks, people of here, I call them celebs. They walk in and the air gets clean, but I can’t have my loved ones.