Pigeonometry

I like drawing pigeons

People tend to feed 'em or forbid 'em

Either way it's rare to see 'em individually considered

There's always like a million eating cigarettes and ketchup

I take a lot pictures, I been cropping out the extras

I been studying the independent measurements and metrics

The postures and the body types, the patterns on the feathers

Like some ritualistic tattoo dating back to their ancestors

While the bib and neck come dipped in precious amethyst and emeralds

It's a pity about the stigmas

How the cooties overshadow any beauty that enrich us

A white dove symbolizes peace and pacifism

A white dove is a pigeon, you muffugas is bigots

Yo, 3 toes forward, one toe ain't

1 AM sketching muscles on a plump little frame

Plus I love your pretty orange eyes and dumb little brain

I'll add a nimbus to atone for how we sullied the name

Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter

I'm headed for the beyond, I'm a need a cease fire

Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone

The whole street is lava, the beyond is not a go

I seen this one Da Vinci exhibit

In which they reconstructed dozens of machines he invented

From diagrams in his codex, open and beautifully scanned

Marvels of engineering, broke up by Vitruvian Man

Margin exploding with the future like it grew from his hand

Plus every annotation backwards, homie, who is this man?

I bet his brain projected images of orbiting equations

That would later become warships, or attempts at aviation

Or some irrigation system steering water different places

He could picture and commit to paper from a grip of angles

Honestly it's pretty overwhelming

Contraption after contraption that had us "holy hell"-ing

Later in the afterglow, grab a tablet, have a go

I might invent some vehicle, or diving suit, or catapults, or...

Fast forward to the morning

I had caught a thousand tags and drew a half a pigeon poorly, oh well

Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter

I'm headed for the beyond, I'm a need a cease fire

Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone

The whole street is lava, the beyond is not a go

I told my homie I had drew some pigeons

And was feeling like it could be the root of future submissions

It'd be cool to draw a thousand and layout a book of sketches

He said "how many you got?" I said "like 6 or 7"...

'What?!' He said "a thousand is a lot"

I said "that's why it's gotta be an actual thousand on the dot

I hit 'em with that thousand to make up for what they not

Once you mix that many bodies it becomes about the flock."

He told me "if you do it, its a cruise to manufacture"

I took it as a challenge, but regretted it soon after

See the point was always celebrate the individual vessel

That I pitched a package deal at all is pretty disrespectful

Plus a thousand is a lot

Sometimes I get excited before really sizing up the job

I think I drew like one more on a red-eye into Queens

I ain't even make a dozen, I been eyeing other things