[color=9e0b0f]Ved[/color]
He walked along the streets, blood dripping from his arm as he used his fingers to dig out the bullet. It would have hurt if he hadn't numbed it with his neutralizing spray. After the bullets created a small trail of silver bread crumbs, he lifted a heavy duty pair of over-ear headphones to his head, looking down to his his Ipod, he shuffled through it, finding the album he was looking for.
[color=9e0b0f]"Yea, Im throwing Ds on the Cadillac
Riding through Decatur, nigga, bumping verb zacarat
You a fucking lier faggot never slung a crumb of crack
Bash your fucking window and I drag out you pontiac
Tell your mom the zombies back
Fucking hypochondriac
Gag a bitch and shove her in the dryer at the laundry-mat
Cokehead insomniac, sipping on some Cognac
Dude this fucking album sucks, I want my fucking money back" [/color]
He murmured softly to himself, bobbing his head to the beat.