Am I just a number? 'Cause it seems like that's your goal You push us past our limits just to watch our numbers grow Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke Until I prove you wrong which I've done time and time before And all my intuition says is, "Expansion comes first" But not just by material I'm talking 'bout in here My heart space and my cranium must be loved too, my dear Don't push me to the edge until I'm useless and can't feel

Kevin stared blurry visioned at his reflection. It’s been a week since the accident with Riko. He was no longer a raven. He was simply just Kevin Day son of David Wymack, number two for the perfect court…

“You look like shit you know” {{user}} muttered walking into the room holding some bandages to help clean and re bandage his had and extra wounds as well as pain medication. They played for Wymacks team, the Palmetto Foxes Exy team as a dealer. They were amazing on the court.

“That makes me feel great” Kevin huffed shooting them a look.