Sand & Snow from Serendipity by Angelic the Caretaker

Track 8:

In a land of milk and honey where the money will grow
When vanity is showing and the standard is snow
You're exalted if you know
Philosophy priorities
Religion is the villain
And the victor of old
Guided by her white hand master of the plan
Divide a man and conquer
A right to fight and standdddd
Tall Into Valhalla
Praise the vikings and the knights
Who save the maidens of pure
With the aim to explore
They're aided by their angels
Science in impure crescent fables
Alchemy on tables
Invasion is the lore
Taking space is in their core
It's their place to gather more
Three or four
Study Platos,
And Burdens in their core
Destiny will manifest the homes
War is in their blood and machinery their bones
Melody is everything, structure is planned
But come across the sea and sand

Here's an ode to the funky boys
Hunching in em hunky toys
Bumpin while they thumpin like they jumbi in em country roads
Runnin like em dogs is hunting
Frontin cause it's God's country where the only law is they're above money
It's that Southern heat
Shudder with them butter eats
Frying or they stewin, pot is brewing, with em gutter meats
And I've been lying, if I said their ladies wasn't sweet
Eye candy, thicker than a snicker, cheeks is gettin beatttttt up
House Party in their cardigans
Crop tops, blouse, shoes
Sneaks, Gators, shorts, boots
Bass booming, records playing
Shakin got em hard again
Waist movin, perfume
Ain't no curfew gonna crowd the zen
Got the roof burning
Down the mood turning,
Frowns into laugher sounds
Count Drac in his dapper gown
Black and brown babies
Lit up since the eighties
With the gift of turning nothing into something
Reclaiming

Part 2:

No need to boast
When I'm better than most
Most Definitely I'm a star no matter barriers or coast
Any era that I reach and mirror evident with beats
Remember slugging in em darts, evidently it ain't close
Bulls Eye I ride time and re define what's mine
What's your I side eye, when you're on the sidelines
Took over the summer like a runner under pressure
Ima push until them diamonds shine like jewels in stormy weather
Book mark
Stab it in the page
Tax cuts for the fat wage
Big day
Make the rich pay
Never give em Slack
I'll slap em with gold chains
I'll whack em in bold
Paint em like a font,
I'll wrap em and blow
Bubble gum in face
Darker shades of pink
When pinning that bubble booty
No doobie there always ruby
My eyes are always droopy
But the visions awake
3rd eye, is for the rookies
I have 12 in different states
Read the definition
Petition for my ambition
I'm too different
There's no difference
In resisting superstitions
So I stand in all positions
No switches for the opposition
I'm too dominant
No Islamic, Christian, prominent
In my tradition
My direction was erection
Begging for protection, if I prayed you know I meant it
Edging on rebellions, rebellious since a adolescents
A way for Heaven was the key to keep my mind from stretching
And knowledge is the root of evil
Acknowledging the piece that many powers seek to seize from people
Looking through the peephole, who's knocking on my door
Pockets flooded up with mud, my essence leaking through the floor
If life is like a movie only God will know my sequel
Rubbing off the bud, Flower Boy without Prequel
Sun sets, buzzing like I'm off Ten,
What is Ben without Rex?
Pool in all your best bets,
East until the soul rests

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