Pigeon (Cannibal Ox)

Metallic wing pigeon. . . Cannibal Ox. . . Birds of the same feather flock together Congested on a majestic street corner That's a short time goal for most of 'em Cuz most of 'em Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things That's what we call inspired flight By the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night And "Let there be light" was understood When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood And if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarred I would only hope that two of those are coco and butta To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred that mark the death of my womb But I've graduated, got my wings And you've got to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo Eh yo, I'm a black man with an African Drum in my chest that beats in the opposite of the right Let me know I got a breath left In this frigid fragile capsule That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you I wrap my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss I'm just a pigeon with one mile left That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death And these rags-to-riches words will break bones Like the assassination of two birds with one stone That's why I don't associate with bird brains with their beaks in the air Pelicans with wide jaws yap names for fish heads You'll get tossed in the flames Where some archaeologist will find your skeletal frame Eskimo me-dal doctrine locked in oxygen shell Words shot plated metal lung which spun kids' carrousel Mega alarm technoloid these boys fight four arms swinging two toes very well Terror toys jubilated mega noise when iron works Bullet shot animated mad windows with fireworks Shinin' summer-time hydrants Splash passing cars, now run ghetto tyrants These faces carry scars (mega large) Pigeons turn penguins talk fables cellular Detached Christ's Word But freeze-frame gold chain swing Son of God Iceberg gem shines on the neck of ghetto flight bird Getting fly like word Let it settle I remember cats snatched off the pedal (stealin' bike days) Doo-rags worn tight (Piranha bite waves) Smoke cheeba through the lung Arabian camel Fast like a cheeta now I'm knocked off my African sandal God damn you! Ethiopian skin mechanical Trapped in ghetto's mega-yard where mega-hard Arms swingin' metal palms iron skin leopard Holding evil metal eagle attach the desert Paranoid fingertips stitched with three-fifty plus seven metal shit Tucked behind the belt ghetto style like delicate street etiquette Never lacked toast metal cow got milk in the gut settlin' Cats gotta eat swallow beef horribly melanin mahogany Black boys feed face arachnoid Eight arms working short circuit manufactured crack melted Slinging shot gun through the mouth of cracked helmets, black felt it Cats who pop flows shot heavy through the nostril Brain sizzle grab the pistol and get hostile He caught you alone fuse blown Unemployed screaming "That's why I robbed you!" Tired of the Medicaid, debted by the car, Novocains filled with lemonade "You better get a job!" mother talked, just another hawk Humiliated, bodega food stamp transaction Left me in corners buckled me accompanied by evil hands clappin' Rockin' my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch So I can swim in elevators crazy wet through piss I rock my simulated air tank bit So I can leave pressures of oxygen where my mic's lit I'm just a pigeon