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Vickarieo's Thought Patterns

Persona Non Grata

Too Different

Pulled up to the shore

With our freedom missing

Pulled up to the shore 

But freedom was missing

Original 2 chains,  

Anklet and wrist-lets 

We the victims,

A slow 500 years ago

We were just praying to bless some chickens

Wondering how many cows are needed for a bed vixen

Then some white dudes hopped out 

Like,” keep it Christian!

KEEP IT CHRISTIAN!

Or they slashing and killing 

Forget and fuck how all yall feeling

Read this book or it doesn’t matter

I’ll teach it to your children

Come hear,

Learn the language of me 

It might cause you all your culture

But I’m guessing  its  free

I mean the only fee 

Could be

The lost of your entire ancestry! 

Don’t worry we could write that over

Excluding the utterly important piece 

About who you were and

How your actually suppose to be

Eliminated future, 

It might be hot in here

Don’t worry where we going is chilly 

And the people notice your difference 

As if  they have no soul

The environment changes and the people are cold…

They just let us go 

Our ancestral,

Brothers and sister’n

So don’t call 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 had 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

Rap game ayt

Niggaz in sweden

Takes to much to defeat him

No swishers nigga

Our joints we repeat em 

I be em

That guy

The who what where and why

Right above high

Way to fly !

So long to solo

Moving into space oh no 

With this watusi flow

Hot as wasabi yo

Tsunami to go

Crush the city, pure hundreds no fiftys

Imma do it big!

Party with me!

Might do a line or nine

Bobby and whitney 

Niggas still tryna cop the style 

Guess yall aint with me 

Yall acting shifty 

Im looking nifty

Beez in the trap, no nicki

But niggaz with me

Nina’s with me 

Cranked up 47 to an Ak-50

No safety doe!

Lust those bad hoes

I’m delicious too

To nutritious too

With that green on the scene

Ya-da-na-mean look at my chain 

This shit swang like orangutan do

I knew you girl will

And i know where she was

The night the cell phone went off 

(Cough-cough)

I went so ha-ha-hard-hard!

She gotta sit on her side

I parked the aston-ton-ton-ton

She threw her panties inside

Says she down for a ride-ride-ride

So i took her to my palace

To get down to what

With that big ole butt

That flat gut

Pretty enough to cook breakfast! (Sigh)

At least until after I nut

Then i’m calling her ride

Cabs parked outside

GONE!

I think its a rap

So she texts back after a week

K.O’d I feel off my feet,

Weak.

I’m at awe

Like walking into a closed door

Which I hate,

I took a leap of faith 

Just to hear,

Wait.

For the goodness of sake 

For I am intoxicated of all I can take

Shot one

Shot two

Shot three

No more

Okay i’ll take shot four

For reasons I have none

Just wanna party 

Have fun

Responsibilities

Permissibly  I dismiss

As I take a deep whiff of the night air

Its quite transparent

Even though thoughts are incoherent

That my life take place 

At a fast pace

Behind the wheel of an F-1 Maclaren

I stay leering 

And I don’t mean staring !