Luke White - Pica**o lyrics

[Verse 1: Caleb Garcia] Sickness and affliction Wanting pain more than addiction Put yourself in my position Nobody ever listen Said I was on a mission Paper dreams already failed All the dollars have been nailed To the trees from which they hailed Had a dollar and a dream but that dream was all in loose change I had to wait in the cold I was just waiting for you to change Lookin for something, that would never come Claiming he had goals but the work was never done So what was left was a blank canvas Said it was crafted on Kansas By a slave who by himself didn't know where his dad is A family he would never have it Wondering if he was an addict They told him about God, by God's presence to him was absent When there is no meaning behind it People still try to find it Take the wpds as the map and looking for treasure they mined it Thinks lyrics are metaphorical Really they are just horrible Claiming that he the greatest but really he ain't historical (nah) [Verse 2: Caleb Garcia] Only one that I could do Eating free shavacado I'm a catch a body to Cause you know I'm that typa dude These beats that I be writing to I k** em like I fight em to I'm only used to writin but you never know what I might do The body is a temple in the kitchen one table The mind that I live in everything is unstable Victims claiming the villain was once a hero Keep it a hundred, take out the one and keep all the zeros A little boy crying 'bout his father who had left him He never seen him, he never met him Little did he know that years later he'd do the same Is like the circle of life, less of a circle more of chain Claiming they want a change Cling on doing the same Guess the pain is planning to stay So I do not know what to say So I won't say nothing(that's Pica**o)