Ghetto Birds

with your name in wet concrete you still aint own the block

let your money counter tick time still gone tock

you could walk around in a hennesey bliss

'n' keep fuckin them bitches that you aint even kiss

you could keep gettin high with them tears in your eyes

'n' tellin yourself you like fuckin them guys

you got mountains of things (get money)

they not high enough to save you when the troops come runnin

'n' your shiny new hummer that aint strong enough

to withstand the bombs they gone drop on us

they got us killin ourselves numbin our brains

they buggin our phones 'n' fannin the flames

we damn near got our hands out beggin for more

forget creepin through the window they walkin through the front door

the mystery aint no mystery at all

think you doin big things (love) they let you ball

like they let our babies die 'n' lock us in cells

like our youth aint got no options it aint hard to tell

it's a war goin on that you thinkin that you safe from

but you like me in the scope of they gun

ghetto birds

here they come

creepin through your window

ghetto birds

here they come

walkin through your font door

tell me where will you go

our minds have been blinded by a twisted system

they got us thinkin if we paid then we different

we're educated to destroy ourselves

to piece by piece dismantle true self

it's no where to run nowhere to hide

even when we askin questions they only tellin lies

my sore eyes weep like the shanandoah flows

lord knows peace of mind is hard to hold

when our people seem resigned to destroying our divine

our warriors and soldiers can't make a front line

what's the point of havin kids if we can't love ourselves?

listen to the innocents they screamin for help

we in full battle but we asleep on the fields

with our hands over our ears like the bullets aint real

I'm so tired of speakin faith into space

hope when the horns cry I can see your face

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so many ways so many courses of action

so many underhanded schemes to break us into fractions

I try laughin just to soothe my sorrows

watch the neighbourhood kids picturin tomorrow

we on borrowed time with borrowed nines

'n' they dope in our pockets on enemy mines

understand I judge no one or they path

I love some true life killers who know I still ask

what you think it'd be like if we were really prepared?

'n' they call me a dreamer say they aint know 'n' aint scared

I stared at this rhyme for days and prayed

on the last night heard at least fifty shots sprayed

then, ghetto birds 'n' screechin sirens

could vomit from the violence bless they soul in calm silence

I'm just tired of the death 'n' folks turnin they cheek

like the conspiracy aint real and we own these streets

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