A man can forgive. He can easily forget the things that mean the most. Our minds are speeding at a thousand miles a minute analyzing the turf. The streets we walk. The things that took place at work. At home and in the streets. But when he returns the love that he burned can't be recovered. He finds he created grief. Not on purpose. Not cause he meant. To close off the world and decide. What his next move was. His next hustle. His next move to garner his pride. He has to swallow so much each day. He faces the right and the wrong. He needs you his lady. To be there for him. When he returns. From this. Night marish ride.