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