Okra

Look at that plate
Why it move like that?
(ugh)
Hold up...

Granny in the kitchen like, "Boy, come taste"
I'm starin' at the bowl, green ghosts on the plate
It slide to the left, then it ooze to the right
I'm like, "So-called food make me trigger-uptight" (hey!)

Fork hit that thing, it stretch like glue
She smile, "That's love," I'm like, "That's goo"
She say it's good for me, I say, "We'll see"
I need courage just to face this thing

Yo... why it movin'?

Okra so slimy, why it gotta shine like that?
Tryna slip away, but it crawl right back
Granny say, "Eat," I'm prayin' for a snack swap fate
Okra so slimy, slide right off the side of my plate

Cousin talkin' big, "Man, it taste real nice"
He scoop up a spoon, then he blink twice
It wiggle in the air, do a little dance
Drip on his shirt, now it stuck to his pants (oh no)

Uncle in the corner, cleanin' off his plate
Says, "That's grown-man food, you'll appreciate"
I'm pokin' at a piece like I'm disarming a bomb
It bounce right back, now it stuck to my palm

Yo... why it movin'?

Okra so slimy, why it gotta shine like that?
Tryna slip away, tryna crawl right back
Granny say, "Eat," I'm prayin' for a snack swap fate
Okra so slimy, slide right off the side of my plate

What's that I hear you mumble?
Something 'bout throw it in gumbo
You say that slime get thicker
Man, that thought make me sicka
You call it Southern tradition
I call it kitchen suspicion
If that pot start bubblin' slow
I'm backin' up from that stove

Maybe one day I'll love that goo
Say "Pass the bowl, I want plate two"
But right now that pot look alive to me
If it blink twice, I'm fleein' the scene

Okra so slimy, why it gotta shine like that?
Tryna slip away, tryna crawl right back
Granny say, "Eat," I'm prayin' for a snack swap fate
Okra so slimy, slide right off the side of my plate