Poetry / Little baby black bird
Little baby black bird, sittin in a tree
smokin on a cigarette and lovin what he sees
chewed on an ounce of mushrooms, he sees a million things
wonderin how he'll get home, the sun melted off his wings
little baby blackbird, handin on the lines
smokin on a cigarette and feelin more then fine
had a line of cocain, drank a jug of wine
wishin he could feel this way until the end of time
little baby blackbird, flyin over top the breaks
smokin on a cigarette and tryin to cure the shakes
smoked a fifty rock of crack, made his little bird heart ache
but hes still out wanting more because thats the hand of fate
little baby black bird layin in his nest
smokin on a cigarette and thinkin how his lifes been blessed
shot a bag of dope, hes got a few bags left
hell save one for the morning, its the only way that he can rest
little baby black bird zoomin through the sky
mind racin, heart poundin, all he wants to do is fly,
smoked a quarter ounce of meth, never asking why
now the only thing thats left, is to reach the end of the skies
little baby black bird, dancin in the feilds
smokin on a cigarette and wonderin if lifes real
found himself a birdy chicky, ate some extacy pills
takes her off into the darkness, they both love how it feels
little baby blackbird surrounded by the white
tryin to smoke a cigarette, never been so high
took way too much ketomine, no strength left to fight
this is where our story ends, baby black bird dies
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