The Dead Rappers Society - Birds

We attaining angels wings
With the Devils trident
I might be a hippie but I ain't afraid of violence
Fate got me rolling with the legend of this heist shit
Now we tryna change the world
With nothing more then a mic check
I don't have a degree and I don't need college
To pick the library up so I can drop knowledge
The mission is wisdom
Our condition is rhythm
The vision has risen
So won't you sit and just listen
Let's nix the division
A social circumcision
And really this is just our opinions
We just want you to get some sleep and for you stress to cease
Why we gotta die before we rest in peace
I don't care if your skins a different color
I'll put my arms around you and embrace you as my brother
Cuz everyone on this rock comes from the same Mother
Earth
That's why when they take aim we don't take cover

We got to many Chiefs
And not enough Indians
Some of you need to sit in the circle and hit the pipe again
And pay attention to the wisdom that this elder speaks
I ain't teaching you path I'm teaching you to reach
Above the moon, beyond the stars
I've laid that path way, way before these bars
That you been listening to through them radio waves
Don't be a slave to the game
You ain't got to rise to maintain
The status of another man
You do what you got to
To fucking understand
The way that fucking is living its everything you know man
Nobody gonna tell you the way that you got to roam man
Down the road man I got my thumb out
I'm looking for a path way but there's some doubt
It's out my own brain
Own brain
It's out my own frame
Own frame
I'm tryna talk it but nobodies listening man
So I

Check your fact sheet
We don't rap street
They saying we the black sheep
But I'll shave the wool from back
And give you a warm place to sleep
You know what it is, what it was, and what it will be
We just trying to spread the love homie you feel me
Trying to lead the lamb to the water
Not the sheep to the slaughter
So parents pay attention to your sons and your daughters
Cuz kids these days ain't playing cops and robbers
Stop the hate so we can elevate
If we stand together we can storm hells gates
We just need to spread some positivity
Fight with everything God put within me
So the generation after me never has to see all the thing I had to see
Things I had to see
So if you never hear it from anybody else
You get your heart out that jar and get it off the shelf
And fucking live live live
Live live Live

Written by:
Dave Blankenship, Jesse Strouse

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