West Lee
• Written by DefHoe
West Lee
on some tense sea..
waves crash smashed resurfaced on the beach..
cash for ass.. squeeze dem cheeks.. like my grams
Some Press Fleet...
Expecting
A circus freak...
so straight up...
Test Me!
Ay Sir your a geek...
go late to impress me.
Throw me an exam.
and Least we forget..
Ill end this shit..like the 90's.
.demand...
Its Legit!
so Talk to the Hand!
Cuz the face don't want to hear it.
Intense Fees..
overwhelmed by a doves left wing.
broken scents
we.. charging you nigga..
with animal cruelty
charging a double fine. you see..
were gonna make an example
your honor... the bird hit the window..
broke its spine. hit its back bone..
Ill have to end this shit..like a fresh dime...
of some sticky lime strain chemically designed
so blaze up the intensity. roll a joint
fast forward through these lanes..
of traffic on the same 1-88 exchange..
pay the toll with some loose change..
never hit rewind. I fear going back to the days..
and test cities. finer than a the sky at 530 round
the time of the magic hours shine
sun going down
just barely round the line.
horizontal horizon ..
such a sight to see...
Its Elementary..
Freedom is this right here..
its called participating.
Following through with shit..
fuck procrastinating.
Embrace the beauty
of the little things.
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DefHoe
Member since November 25 2019