B.o.b - Ft Marko Penn Roll Up -

Bobby Ray leaned back, his mind drifting back to the days before the world knew his name. Before the flashy lifestyle, the bank account was a mess of overdrawn notices and "insufficient funds". He remembered the silence of a cold heart, one that had grown emotionless just to survive the grind. He had been "crucified" for speaking his truth before, his outspokenness treated like a liability rather than a gift.

"Is that alright?" Marko’s voice asked again, the question hanging in the air. B.o.B - FT Marko Penn Roll Up

"Let's roll," he muttered to himself, the rhythm taking over. Bobby Ray leaned back, his mind drifting back

The air in the studio was thick, a heavy haze that mirrored the foggy memories B.o.B was trying to outrun. He stared at the soundboard, the flickering lights looking like distant city stars through the smoke. He had been "crucified" for speaking his truth