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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