Bird

I'm just a kid with a fucked up mindset

Always running around the block, that's that grind sweat

Sleep paralysis, huddled in that night sweat

I feel dead, but I know it ain't my time yet

I'm sick of talking, sick of these birds squawking

They see me posted up, they turn they head and keep walking

I ain't come to talk, bitch, this ain't no dialectic

Violate you at your doorstep, no domestic

I don't feed off the bullshit, guess I'm anorexic

I read between the lines, no I ain't dyslexic

Backstabbing, I expect it