#trelewis

Substances is not common sense. Like I thought. Some don’t wanna dig deep and fight whatnot. Can not hide from the Mirror mirror that’s hangs on the wall it’s sees the true in it all. Be truthful to you an take shape. Or it will be a brawl. Darkness darkness darkness waits us all….

Has your heart ever skipped a beat ? Have you ever tripped over your feet? stump a toe and yell real loud who the fuck put this in the aisle. All I needed to see was that you saw the pot of gold and we grow old. call us hares because you will get a karat as I get on one knee in harrods.

Am I this kid raised in pandemonium. Thrown into the blue flame of wealth. Don’t touch or you will get burned they said. Well my hand goes in. Pulling it away unscathed. The rebuttal is gasp and gasp … impossible they say. Now hear comes the emasculation. Cut your hair. Self control. Rich girls don’t marry poor boys you know. Blah blah blah. But they can’t stop Allah. My fate has been sealed… Tré Lewis is born. Born he is in a place that wonders how can this be. Who is he? This mystery. A descendant of rum runners he has no class. They didn’t have that same energy for the Kennedy’s. Cutthroat I may be but so was they and that’s how they rose from the concert with out a scratch on thee. All I was taught was to crush my enemy’s.