B* Gizmo
by Julio Zuniga
Thursday, November 21, 2002
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I miss you like a brother
Maybe cuz that’s what you are
Remember that one brazer
We fucked up in the bar?
You were on some crazy shit
Everything has changed
Things ain’t rite no more
Your hole life has been rearranged.
You fuckin’ had it all, Gizmo,
Why did you go and do it?
I guess it’s what we do
And the consequences we gotta deal wit.
You’re locked away,
I wanna get you out,
King Luv or No Luv,
You’re my nigga, without a doubt.
I know it’s hard
But you say you’re cool,
Don’t bullshit me, brother, I ain’t no fuckin’ fool.
Just be patient,
Soon, you’ll be out,
Me and you all fucked up,
King Luv we’ll shout.
I guess this is a test,
Don’t trip I know you’ll pass
Cuz you ain’t just my nigga,
You’re a muthafuckin’ down ass.
So King Luv, brother,
I’ll leave you with this,
We’ll get you the fuck out,
A keg of Bud, I know you won’t resist.
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| Reviewed by Tim Horton (Reader) |
11/21/2002 |
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This was great. I can feel the connection of love for your brother, and that you'd do anything for him. Nice write.
Cheers,
Tim |
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| Reviewed by sophie merrick |
11/21/2002 |
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| id like to know the story behind it-tell me if you have the time |
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