Camo Lambo

In my eyes I’ve lived 2 lives within 1 life/ Strutting by live strife and grief like you wouldn’t believe/ It’s how you perceive what’s kept to conceive / Just relieve your relief and turn over that leaf like a page of Beowulf/ I frolic at a bay in a gulf as I lay and I sulk/ I may stray and talk muck as I’m holding a glock on a duck/ I lock, tuck and strut towards a touch on some smut/ But I forgot to load as I locked and cocked so I had no ammo to be popped/ Slipped into a camo lambo with a lamb bro/ And a banned brand of dro to tell high where to go and to sell a low show/ Allow the youth to grow from the gallows of hoods and hollows with their bartered blows/ Departed from homes inside the deep hearted that love holds/ The gold that grows cold coves in the hearts of sold souls/ I’m connected to codes that decipher the cheats/ As it sleets I creep obsolete on my own recluse, resolute street/ So deplete what you peep to delete I’ll be elite and won’t see defeat/ I’ll say it twice if you need a repeat or thrice for a three peat/ You need to retreat before there’s a breach on your beach/ You don’t have the arm length to reach/ You’re a slouch with a dress and a blouse as I address any lout mouse that bows