SiIvagunner

Yo ah wuz seven when ah moved into dat crib at Ashbrooke Lane. At least dat’s what muh motha fuckin parents tell me. muh motha fuckin recollection o' dat tyme iz vague. ah gots memories o' da big tree on our lawn, running round da garden wif da boy next do', an' ah remember sitting on da living room floor playing wif muh motha fuckin He-nigga figures. But muh motha fuckin most vivid memories is o' da recurring nightmares. ta da bomb o' muh motha fuckin knowledge, dey happened every night ah stayed in dat crib. da first tyme, ah woke during in da early hours wif uh feeling dat ah wuz being watched. ah lay dere in da dark, listening inte