La leche...
I'm staring out my bedroom window at this bird I used to know
Reminding me of all those sinful tricks I used to use to glow
If he'd just shut his beak I could get some sleep to go
Mama said always treat 'em with respect
Do unto others as you'd have them do you next
But I've been awake for days
Searching for a second that he'd least suspect
And if that bird don't stop his staring
I'mma break that birdy's neck
And he sings... "lalalala..."
I see you, Bird...
Mama said always ink over the blade
Mama said always ink over the blade
Mama said always ink over the blade
But I can never get enough blood on the page
To keep quiet this white riot of pride
In this liquid living in my veins
Come here, Bird...
Lalalala...
He knows the faces when I want to feed him
All the spaces in between
The fact and fiction pictured in my denizen diction
I fall back to the bottom just when I think I'm on top
I would get off of this train if I believed it could stop
Staring down this bird called Pride
Is a one-way, full-time, no-wage job