pigeons

All Rights Reserved. © Lyrics: Ahem, Gotta clear my throat for this one, You live your fucking life from a porch begging for a tip, I watch the world from my Palace, golden cup on my lip, You moving blind ‘n a bat, Just fucking stress, I write the laws of this shit, Every move is like chess, You step in the line for the scrap, That they throw in the dark, I’m a money man standing, Untouched by the hurt, Look at your wings, They are broken, you can’t even fly, I’m the fucking Sun in the morning, A god in the sky, Pigeons on the street, Always searching for a crumb, Running from the shadow wherever I'm from, I wear a crown, It’s a divine right, A sovereign design, You stay on the ground while this fucking whole galaxy is mine, You stay on the ground while this fucking whole galaxy is mine, You make a whole lot of noise but your shit has no voice, Brutha, I make a move and the rivers divide by my choice, Born into majesty, cloaked in the silk and the gold, You are a story forgotten before it is fucking told, Tremble at the throne, I built an fucking era of power completely alone, Set in stone, So scatter away when I walk through, the gate, You are just passing through time, I'm the master of fate, Just common birds ‘n’ shit, Looking up at the sun, Bow your fucking heads. (Diaresis) Flap, flap motherfucker, Flap flap.