you know, sometimes it takes a trip down the backroads to remember, reminise the good times, 5 in a cooler 1 in a coozy an a backwood, ride wit me i remember when, me an ashley H used to ride for fun, mountaineer bumpin backstreet boys, red in the back singing the chorus, smiles on our face no care in the world, we owned it, we showed it, close friends an we knowed it, comin back from the backroads to the overtons, compound whats goin down, the resthaven rats fifth of jager down, an movin, playing football in Bs back 40 little keith jukin, quads rippin rooster tails kickin, 2 an 4stroke can miss em, we loud af without a fuck given bad chick mixin the crew, J. fuckin O. the one who be knockin grown men out while blowin timber smoke, miss you girl, then there zrod, flashin the cars, old school big body, was raisin some bars, then there justin fuckin shere (rip brother) 6ft 4 on the 50cc, touchin the floor, wheelies for days, shoes for minutes , many pairs we lost to it shit, lost too soon(i still see u bro) jermey stacey comin round the corner, hear that lisp from california haha, always comin out to smoke the herb, perfected my pool game, at the stacey place, thats for sure, always somethin happenin no crown to waste, i was in a movie once, wyatt directed, some horror films, he took pride in what he did, was good at directin he had a vision, bored, need a tat, tattoo chris is where ur at, good ink, better vibes, almost like all we had was fuckin time, he threw fucking concert an rocked the neigborhood, they said u could hear us all at the end of elmwood, no worry about them blue lights, we had a cop who understood us, we were the routys, the howdys, the wtf did u say knock ur ass outty an, we lived life as the outcasts, one big fuckin family, i remember RD took the whole town of braidwood on, bottle of colone in the air to start it off, they high tailed it out showin there pussys as they ran from us, so we smoked, lite up the kushy, celebrated all our moments to, bdays, death, hard times, the rest. Guess getting older is the test, keep what u got an let the new friends in, new doors open, some dissapeared, some still roamin, never forget the moments tho, all i know is when i hit the backroad, it starts again, reminise, reminise the good times we had. shout to all the RDs still out there tackling life, miss yall keefer what up, jermey an josh what it do, little fuckin goodwins u in this too, bon bon you panguin lookin fucker u too, wyatt hope u good wherever u are, Red i miss you dawg, jo justin rip i love u, an Ashley, no regrets our daughter is beautiful an strong, you been a rock, i havent said this like i should have, im sinceraly sorry for the mistakes ive made an effected you, ur a hell of a mother, much love. rip RD