Vickarieo's Thought Patterns

Pulled up to the shore

With our freedom missing

Pulled up to the shore 

Like freedom we missing

Original 2 Chainz  

Anklet and wrist-lets 

We the victims

A slow 1500 years ago

Mabingo was just praying to bless some chickens

Wondering how many cows is needed for a bed vixen

Then some white dudes hopped out 

Like,” keep it Christian!

Or they slashing and killing 

Like fuck how yall feeling

Read this book or 

I’ll teach it to your children

Come hear, learn the language of me 

I guess  its for free

I mean the only fee 

You got to lose your all of your ancestry

But we could write that over

Excluding the most important piece 

Who you were actually suppose to be

Eliminated future 

It might be hot in here

But where your going is mighty cold

Hope you swimming too

And the people notice your difference 

As if  they have no soul

They just let us go 

Our ancestral

Brothers and sister’n

So don’t cll me a nigga 

if you from anywhere in Africa

I’ll cock back and knock the black off ya

Because yall sold me 

Not knowing  what’d cost you

Could of been schooling in lost libraries of Timbuktu

Instead I’m handing out applications to those who-fucked-you

Coulda woulda shoulda 

But it didn’t happen that way

We were different

But it took us to long 

To stop being slaves

Too different

I wonder is we could ever be saved

Latley

I’ve been feeling less spectacular

Like i’m not the only blackula 

I’m saying Black-U-la’s

Because I’m way to dark 

To be drake 

This shits as much as I could take

For the goodness of sake

Lets sip some sa-ke

Then multiply like naruto  uzimaki 

I know this shit sounds  wackey

But i bet you could never stop me

Thats not my confidence

Its just me being cocky 

Don’t talk back cause your disses so floppy 

And your attitude sloppy 

Bitch you can’t jock me

To old for these young niggaz to son me

Young gung-ho kid, call me  The Young V

Got you jam-asian girlfriend with that bun due

Bicycle kicking and screaming  on my matress

Like this bitch chung-Li

AInt that fun-ney

And the V’s for vendetta 

Sting you with this bee

And the Bee means beretta 

Px4  9mm, with the shiney tip 

And the designer grip 

Now lemme see a mother-fucker thats tryna trip

Try as she seeming must

Consumed by the lust

Which petrified a part that the blood might rush

Where thoughts don’t comprehend  

To a tantalizing touch

Driven by this lust into  a limbo

For the single stupid bimbos

Or other ladies who’ve been hoes

But only under their men’s nose

You know that movie though

 As I regress to the to the story at hand

Lines that have been lost 

Like the carefully misplaced

Or, the permanently tossed

She feels , so discarded 

She use to be regarded, as a queen

Her soul free

Her mind belongs to me

On the other hand

Her body is at large

The succulent air chilled 

After all the sweet winded kisses were blew 

She can’t live alone

Nor sleep at times too

Disparity is desperately  

Deepening her dark days

Making aging decrepit displays

Of the elated spirit she portrays

Throughout her daily actions

Working with the wrong factions

She thought filling that lustful void 

Would be the best distraction

What she didn’t know 

So she got a different reaction

Like the clouds shifting in weather

That was one pattern

She couldn’t puzzle together

I guess 

Instead of picking heads or tails 

You should have flipped the coin

Or chose better

This life wasn’t meant for good girls

Try as she might

In the end its a cruel world