Cemini

Take a ride feel the vibe southern stories for the glory of it all I have arrived The spirit of a Gemini and a Cancer A Cemini been outcasted no Aquemini A bystander Outlier since them dirty pampers Thirty answers Find them writing through these dirty stanzas Carolina Look to the finer things don't need designer Sleep depriver we seeing trees and smoke them up for higher Southern stories asking a stranger to by a cigar and he don't even own one bed sheet or Lil pillow Running through with the trees so confidential till a branch would smack a nigga in his Dental This small town mentally detrimental But I'm prone to heat the beat with Pen or pencils Ready or not Here I come Sign the line on the dot Alienated spaced out on his ship he call it the stu It's Quay eight but to yall it's Mr Q how we do Every dog has had it's day Not everybody see they fate And no matter your religion some way we having faith I'm just trying to stay safe moving with these play fakes Friday working late night and sleeping through the day Never a time to parlay and play some charades I'll go out in the blaze of glory spread me in the everglades I'm not wishing death let me knock I ain't the cops chill out i'm tryna block any bad luck Gon with another one Tryna make another one Pain I can't cover up I sober up falling down like what's up Cold chills feel like he in Russia Tough luck make em hush up Q cut up Ambulance we'll weep hear the ambience stampede on a nigga sadly Survived but he far from happy Nigga was straight apache He patching up his lil wounds from the past mimicking daddy He'll never play as the average/ Tapping into a source unknown from the average lacky These bitches helluva annoying they acting peppermint patty Talking bout where you at I ain't laughing just send da addy Fasho/ Knowing he capping he worried bout other scores she get mad and hit with a scold then Say f*ck with that other hoe I'll be seeing you promise layaway sprayed da bungalow All ya folks Dats the problem today and them years before World cold old days fade away decay into mold As I sit below the mountain no fountain of youth I'm counting my days Pure as the water untouched by a humans graze Phased by imagination and wonder stumbling down like the rock that hit me while Climbing away I look up cobra clutch on my neck from staring I'm stuck And the question is does it matter or what What is life Wet pussy and grace Hard hit to the face Stab to the heart Leave the beat outta place No him and I Just me and I