Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mystic
Mystic
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mandolyn Ludlum
Mandolyn Ludlum
Songwriter
Angel C.
Angel C.
Songwriter

Lyrics

With your name in wet concrete, you still ain't own the block
Let your money counter tick, time still gon' tock
You could walk around in a Hennessy bliss
And keep fuckin' them bitches that you ain't even kiss
You could keep getting high with them tears in your eyes
And telling yourself you like fuckin' them guys
You got mountains of things
(Get money)
They not high enough to save you when the troops come runnin'
And your shiny new Hummer? That ain't strong enough
To withstand the bombs they gon' drop on us
They got us killing ourselves, numbing our brains
They bugging our phones and fanning the flames
We damn near got our hands out, begging for more
Forget creeping through the window, they walking through the front door
The mystery? (Ain't no mystery at all)
Think you doing big things? Love, they let you ball
Like they let our babies die and lock us in cells
Like our youth ain't got no options, it ain't hard to tell
It's a war going on that you thinking that you safe from
But you like me, in the scope of they gun
Ghetto birds
Here they come
Creeping through your window
Ghetto birds
Here they come
Walking through your front door
Tell me, where will you go?
Our minds have been blinded by a twisted system
They got us thinking if we paid then we different
We're educated to destroy ourselves
Piece by piece dismantle true self
It's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Even when we asking questions, they only telling lies
My sore eyes weep like the Shenandoah flows
Lord knows peace of mind is hard to hold
When our people seem resigned to destroying our divine
Our warriors and soldiers can't make a front line
What's the point of having kids if we can't love ourselves?
Listen to the innocents, they screaming for help
We in full battle but we asleep on the field
With our hands over our ears like the bullets ain't real
I'm so tired of speaking faith into space
Hope when the horns cry, I can see your face
Ghetto birds
Here they come
Creeping through your window
Ghetto birds
Here they come
Walking through your front door
Tell me, where will you go?
So many ways, so many courses of action
So many underhanded schemes to break us into fractions
I try laughing just to soothe my sorrows
Watch the neighborhood kids picturing tomorrow
We on borrowed time, with borrowed nines
And they dope in our pockets on enemy mines
Understand, I judge no one or they path
I love some true life killers who know I still ask
What you think it'd be like if we was really prepared?
And they call me a dreamer, say they ain't know and ain't scared
I stared at this rhyme for days and prayed
On the last night heard at least fifty shots sprayed
Then, ghetto birds and screeching sirens
Could vomit from the violence, bless they soul in calm silence
I'm just tired of the death, folks turnin' they cheek
Like the conspiracy ain't real and we own these streets
Ghetto birds
Here they come
Creeping through your window
Ghetto birds
Here they come
Creeping through your window
Ghetto birds
Here they come
Walking through your front door
Tell me, where will you go?
Ghetto birds
Here they come
Talking on their radio
Ghetto birds
Tell me, where will you go?
Here they come
Here they come
Creeping through your window
Creeping through your window
Creeping through your window
Tell me, where will you go?
Written by: Angel C., Mandolyn Ludlum
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out