featuring LaMaRe
[LaMaRe]
Black men keep droppin
Black men keep on droppin like flies
Vultures (vultures) plottin on my demise
(Stool pigeons still lies while the caged bird cries)
As long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
(Black men keep on droppin like flies) Droppin like flies
[Danja Mowf]
Yo it's only right that I take flight
(Where?) To the sky floatin like a black butterfly
I try to make my migration pleasant
But livin in the present gets you shot down like a pheasant
The reason, seems every day is huntin 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, makin 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 never 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
Chillin with a bunch of turkeys waiting for Thanksgivin
If he had of flown South he might have kept on livin cause
[LaMaRe]
Vultures, plottin on my demise
(Stool pigeons still lies while the caged bird cries)
As long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
(Black men keep on droppin like flies) Droppin like flies
[Danja Mowf]
Fo'-fo's and po-po's don't scare these pros
In the night time, duckin from constant shot buckin
They stuck in fly paper (well makin paper is fly)
Cause the eagle's on the paper, now you understand why?
When the eagle rules the sky, many black men die
Chasin eagles then get scavanged by the vultures nearby
Thereby, reducin us like
