featuring Javon
[Javon]
Open your eyes to individuals who look upon you as prey
Like vultures in disguise hovering over you like flies upon waste
Realize...
Chorus:
[Javon]
Vultures plotting on my demise
Stool pigeons tell lies while the caged bird cries
[Danja Mowf]
Yo But as long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
Black men keep dropping like flies
[J] I'm watched like a sparrow in some Godly eyes
[D] Finding peace like the dove is a compromise
[J] Yo, as long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
[D] Black men keep dropping like flies
[Danja Mowf]
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
Chorus
.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?
