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