(I'm still working on this one. But here's a peek with no peak...) BBP

 So I was higher than shit right. I got behind the wheel of my car and looked around...I forgot like a motha fucka he lives in the sticks and ain't no fuckin way my Black ass can keep it steady, drivin my ass some forty-five minutes in total, to get my Black ass back to the crib!Be smart motha fucka, sleep it off. Get out the car. Sit on the hood and look at the heavens and indulge...motha fucka! 

So I sit on the hood and look up and I start to marvel...then I heard the earth come alive with sounds acquainted with the night....

Then I heard some shit that was abnormal with the sounds acquainted with the night. Something not quite right with that sound...there it goes again... then nothing for some time. Silence like the night went deaf. Shit, like I went deaf! Shit, the fuck kinda weed that motha fucka have me smokin? Trippin like a motha fucka! Calm yo ass down! You cool. Keep it togetha baby. There you go playa. Speak on it. Well, like I was sayin. Motha fucka lives out in the sticks...Fuck this, let me lie down on this hood an marvel some more and tell y'all about this shit round here. He and his wife have a real nice home. They live down Lafayette Road past 86th street. Kinda woodsy and not. A cross between urban and rural but not quite suburbia. They live in a plot that they share with three other houses called, Kingdom Estates, believe it or not. I have never seen the other three houses on the plot but if the others looked like theirs, them some funky houses too. I mean bad.  Like Michael Jackson Bad...