The first verse is epic Birds of the same feather flock together Congested on a majestic street corner Thats a short time goal for most of em Cuz most of em Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things Thats what we call inspired flight By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night And Let there be light was understood When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood And if my face is worth a thousand words when its scarred I would only hope that two of those are cocoa and butter To heal the wounds Of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb But Ive graduated, got my wings And youve got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo Eh yo, Im a black man, with an African Drum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the right Let me know I got a breath left In this frigid fragile capsule That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you I wrap my hell I made it wetsuit stitch So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss Im just a pigeon with one mile left That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death And these rags-to-riches words will break bones Like the assassination of two birds with one stone Thats why I dont associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air Pelicans with wide jaws yap names For fish heads youll get tossed in the flames Where some archaeologists will find your skeletal frame
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 20:42:34 +0000
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