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
Copyright © Kyle Gee | Year Posted 2023
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