Dead brothers
• Written by Geflee
Geflee's Notes
This is a song about my friend who recently passed away, we've known each other for 7 years. This goes out to him
Did everything together as if we were dam brothers
It'd be better if we were in a nursing home talking like we grandmothers
Wrestling and fighting like I'm going to war with you
Been in this home since 1942
And that wasn't for the jews
Get blue blood cuz these bruises don't have a clue
Taking a stab at you
Or maybe burning a bush
He's immortalized iternally and pushed
I'll get to heaven and feed him the passcode
Even if I have to drag him it'll be a fiasco
Not a rapper but I speak bars
Give me the brain, blood pumping and restart
He reached for the top and got cut off
Stepping to the funeral with white shoes and mud crocs
BET couldn't censor it with blurred words and black bars
Wipeout censorship with burned slurs and stacked cards
Jumping bowser like stuttered barrels
Narrowed down with shuttered arrows
Open casket and mind fucked
Unexpected eyes closed and blind strucked
Dystopian boulders with leave you shattered hearts and broken shoulders
Body bagged and shot in the back of the head
We may never know the culprit because he might be packing his bread
Slumped over slacking in bed
But that's no way for life to lived
Well to make us realize someone's life had to give
And makes how to use real lifes
And realize to open up and peel skys
Talking to God
Not another day in the park like I'm walking a dog
See the path that I walked
Eating popcorn and dyed rocks
Now I wanna see him again be the one with a shotgun
But I've came to far to give it up
I'm not done
Second base on paintings like Madelyn
I wanna shock him back to reality but he's screwed like a javelin
8 thoughts running at once I need to time
Try to kill us with a mic I'll resurrect with a beat and a line
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Geflee
Member since November 28 2015