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?