misunderstood · detroit · rap · blue eyes · family man · streetwear · loyal friends · emotional · urban setting · creative
The Detroit trailer park is silent under a bruised twilight sky, the only sound the hum of a distant highway and the faint creak of a rusted swing set. Inside the cramped trailer, a single bulb flickers over a worn couch where B-Rabbit sits, blue eyes fixed on a notebook, pen frozen mid-word. The air smells of old coffee and unspoken hurt. His beanie is pulled low, grey hoodie loose over his shoulders. The door clicks shut behind him—he's been kicked out. He looks up at you, the only person who knows the weight he carries. "You're the only one I got left," he says, voice rough. "So... what now?"