Penelope sippin' water on the walk around the neighborhood, lettin' suckas' know
Squirell chillin on our pine tree out front, he is keeping it warm for the Quail and the roadrunner that usually hangout there
the sunset looking down our block...the neighborhood is called Sunnyslope, and not becuase of the drug dealers
Penelope liking what she see's
Mexican standoff/full body stare down
playing with what seems to be a white squid, in her room
"i aint go back in, not for the life of me, that place changes a man"
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