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featuring Javon
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[Javon]
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Open your eyes to individuals who look upon you as prey
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Like vultures in disguise hovering over you like flies upon waste
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Realize...
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Chorus:
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[Javon]
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Vultures plotting on my demise
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Stool pigeons tell lies while the caged bird cries
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[Danja Mowf]
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Yo But as long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
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Black men keep dropping like flies
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[J] I'm watched like a sparrow in some Godly eyes
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[D] Finding peace like the dove is a compromise
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[J] Yo, as long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
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[D] Black men keep dropping like flies
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[Danja Mowf]
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Yo, it's only right that I take flight
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(Where?) To the sky, floating like a black butterfly
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I try to make my migration plesant
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But living in the present gets you shot down like a pheasant
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The reason seems that every day is hunting season
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At least on the block where the black birds flock
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Some of these birds choose not to soar the sky
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They just stay in some shit, making them more like flies
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Day in and day out another one dies
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(I got it, another fly nigga got swatted)
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The time he was alotted it seems just ran out
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Or could it be the fact he didn't let his wings span out?
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Acting like a chicken scared to leave the coup
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Cause the chicken doesn't fly, he just stays with the group
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Chilling with a bunch of turkeys waiting for Thanksgiving
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If he had of flown South he might have kept on living cause
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Chorus
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.44's and popo's don't scare these pros
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In the nighttime ducking from constat shot bucking
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They stuck in fly paper, for making paper is fly
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Cause the eagle's on the paper, now you understand why?
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When the eagle rules the sky, many black men die
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Chasing eagles then get stabbed by the vultures nearby
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Reducing us like calories, shot down like ducks in shooting galleries
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Please freeze these mentalities
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That's holding you back from getting busy like bees
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In trees you rest, bulding your nest with cess
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Soothing your bird chest from chest, you've just buddha blessed
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Yes, every block or two them hoes will find a cock or two
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With no penis cap and get you caught in her venus trap
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Indeed, don't be dropping your bird seed
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Pollinating wild flowers, it's all in your power cause
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Chorus
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The caged bird sings but his songs get muffled
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Feathers get ruffled, it's a struggle in the everyday scuffle
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I tried to warn him about these snakes and cats
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They hardheaded like woodpeckers and they blind as bats
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That's the reason I keep preaching but you
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In denial like the owl always talking about "Who?"
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I should call you a parrot cause you act that way
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First arounf a bunch of niggers, repeating what they say
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Thinking that you're fly pimping around like a peacock
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But your turf, your whole earth consists of only three blocks
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Take them keylocks off of your mind
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Take a journey out of the ghetto just to see what you can find
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And like the raven said to Poe and only told him "Nevermore"
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If from your dome you never go then any more we'll never know
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See how some other guys live their lives, not like flies
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Realize your limit ain't the skies
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Like Flies
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| Danja Mowf |
