Voices of a Gemini: Discovering Identity Amidst Chaos

I discovered money was the issue,

Size was an issue,

Satisfaction was an issue.

They felt I was childish,

My life wasn’t in order.

She promised, regardless,

I would never walk alone.

But here I am, Mr. Solo Dolo.I close my eyes,

The voices get louder,

The dreams become reality.

No, I'm not Freddy Kruger;

I'm Mr. Rager.Vibes, vibes.

Gemini, a party in a box,

Clueless about life,

So it’s a discovery.

I’m no loser;

I will see you in hell.No need to follow.

If you’ve seen the things I’ve seen,

You’d probably drag me to hell.

Was I trying?

At the end of the day,

I’m Mr. Solo Dolo.

Heart of a lion,

Wisdom of Solomon,

Pockets of a church mouse.Pressure, pressure.

Breathe, remember to breathe, G.

Little homie,

I am the realest littlest homie.

Scratch that, I'm not little;

I just feel displaced.

I talk to girls, telling them I’ll be hot one day.

This will be my world,

Big homie.

Hail the Black God,

Sick MF.Hate,

Lucy.

My family knows my sadness;

I smile.

This will be my world.

None of y’all care about my process.

Guess what?

I'll sell my soul,

And this will be my world.

Mr. Rager? No, Mr. Solo Dolo.

No, Black Psycho God.

Long may his reign be.Madness to magnet.

Solo Dolo, that’s me,

The lonely stoner.

The pain’s deep.

All I want doesn’t want me.

The lonely loner.