Angelica Pickles

It wasn't at a condo, nor was it at the Apollo
We wasn't laughing. We was steady macking. So here I go
I saw her at an office, and it wasn't a commodity
Not verbally, but versatile
Been a while since I had seen a model that was vibey
Back then, snatching b and getting lifted was my hobby
But when I seen her thick light-skin ass all up in the lobby
I juxtaposed her scrubs, pulled out my gun, and pulled a robbery
Spray Painting art with vibrations. Levitating the heart's canvas. Can't miss
Them n ain't getting smart
They just repeating the flaw
But I saw a pretty cat from afar
You prolly see me as a dog, but shit we both got four paws
You from mars; an alien on surveillance, and I'm a caveman
My thoughts flagrant, but damn the waiting.
Semen like babies. I seem complacent
And I know you think I'm wasting
Time with my mind on your behind, but you don't fake it
See the trees I'm painting
Girl dis just one demonstration
We in the land of the slaves, but girl my blood is Haitian
The red and blue imbed in you can prove inebriated
The rebel here and girl you know that we f made it

You tell me to listen, but you never listen. Listen

I'm so full of serenity
Been in this game invent some things this shit was meant for me
I saw the plains. I think they plain. They wasn't letting me
Invent myself. I needed help. Thought "God had better be
All ears when I'm praying" I'm talking years in the making
I'm shedding tears I create it, and Yet the culture is changing
I think culture is changing, yet the problems don't
I think most vultures is haters. It's impossible
To avoid the arrangements that we thought we drew
But it's important to see
Death on a horseman when he
Rests in a forfeit between
You and yourself can't you see
And they blabber like it's easy
I saw your momma cleaning on top of a counter screaming
I saw Wakanda people elevating to a higher meaning
I saw the drama leaking and bleed from expired dreaming
I peeped I inspired Obama's speeches 'bout every evening, aye

You tell me to listen, but you never listen. Listen

So I'm sitting in a bedroom and it's getting late
I ain't got no head room because they filled with mistakes
The conscious be glutinous. I'm 'bout to grab me a plate
A n starving the convictions cuz the guilt just got ate
It's too late, for a martyr to be a starter for the living
I'm trippin on life's laces
I'm kissing on blue faces
I'm getting lost in new places
Columbus a new nation
I'm tryina be patient
Something like an uphill battle. I'm baffled
It's like words to a babble
Or random unto a raffle
What's a king to a castle if there ain't a knight to a battle
What's a cow to a boy if there ain't a horse to lasso