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Gee Lett / Blog

this rock

this rock this rock i live on is crazy life is to short and too long one day maybe it will all be better for the babies with out street wars and mental slavery O' Lord save me! see, i’ve been that black american psycho i’ve broken bread with religious men i took my first pistol put it to my temple and figured shit will be so simple then i’m sick of seeking salvation in smoke and gin but when i pray it don’t seem like anybody is listenin’ but i still reach back to the celestial it was His image i was created in so i’m tryin’ to switch my position in life i know lifers i’m missin’ them is droppin’ mescaline at 10 am reckless and triflin’? we used to play with rifles in the stiflin’ heat on summer nights when a/c units freeze the pollen makes my eyes bleed i think about narrow escapes from the traps of the godforsaken street i think about my family tree aborted and miscarried seeds i use to loose sleep nose blood clotted with girl sometimes i think i’m on this rock livin’ in desolation are we disillusioned tryin’ to seek propers and reparations the solution for mental pollution is mental revolution loosen the noose around your neck to clear mental confusion enjoy amusement never be an unconscious clown look around the american palace is breakin’ down life is so profound it can bring nirvana it can vex and anger i feel the pain of babies pricked in the brain with rusty hangers the youth on this rock lack knowledge making us targets of inevitable danger we brothers but we look at each other like total strangers we used to be bros and sisters now we all hoes and niggas pieces of broken glass replaces our rosy pictures

i luhv me

I LOVE ME i love me from my head to my phalanges from my swingin’ three all the way to my Timberland tree i could be every woman’s freakiest fantasy i fuck `em and flee hearing screams of a banshee i’m so low key in the streets you would probably miss me no designer labels i’m good in fatigues, Roebucks, or Dickies i drive hoopties the make and model ain’t important i’m still sportin’ pullin’ women actin’ flamboyant chicks are annoyin’ i don’t want a relationship i’m chasin’ a chick to have “no strings” relations with i’m blessed with a gift sweet dick and a mouthpiece to match it i’m real while most are plastic in need of a classic ass kick i’m sorry my subject matter switched from me to them can you see that i’m a narcissist to the exponential power of ten i love to walk up to the end of a conversation about me whatever i do good or bad it gets the adoration of my fans they stand and give me applause in spite of any, if not many, personal flaws i was in awe the first time i got pussy in the back of that hooptie car did i mention that i love the taste of a hand rolled cigar i love me in my eyes i’m celestial if nature permitted i would be asexual i’d be at the nuptials dressed in a hemp tuxedo when the rev says “kiss the bride” there would be a mirror by my side I LOVE ME self confident my esteem is at an all time high

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