Lyrics

VERSE 1
Yo it’s the under minded
low-down dirty rotten

Most forgotten old bastard, no one taught him

Supposed to call him, by one name for his first to last 

Spit a verse and moved forward to the first in class

Iconoclast, titans clash, hide the flask

Hold your liquor till you’re grown and have the rite of path

A tighter math and algebraic brain function 
It ain’t nothing, if you gotta question say something 
If not, leave it to the grown on his golden throne

Holds his own in the zone like he’s all alone 
I wrote a poem but the lines in it are very twisted 

Ghouls and mystics, wounds self-inflicted 
Who’s next to lift it, the sword in the stone 
You ain’t even top five on my cellular phone 
How you supposed to be alive when the rest of them gone
?
Oh you thought your longevity's Sylvester Stallone? Nah

CHORUS
Blackbird fly away, you don’t have to stay 
Clear skies today, tomorrow could bring rain

Blackbird fly away, you don’t have to stay 
Clear skies today, tomorrow could bring rain

INTERLUDE
*Clapping* 
Thank you very much. Stop that. No, stop that. No, please. Too kind.

VERSE 2
Smoky rooms, the jazz club’s own perfume 
the sax man has a little blunt inside his hat man 

The tip jar got a dime and three dollars 
A picture of his wife, his son, and his three daughters

Illumination, the moonlight moves in phases 

Sorta like we do in the most difficult of situations

Who’s to say this isn’t the way

So until the early morning the musicians will play

Keep it mellow as an upright bass 

Hear the tenor saxophone speak the language that one might say

Paint the pictures that one might paint 
If they had a little lost cause you know who’s the top boss 

Rock stars, but my style is more be-bop

My homie Fat Tony on the drums, I call him beat box 

Write my lyrics with the blackbird’s feather 
Sit back and try to capture tigers in red weather

CHORUS
Blackbird fly away, you don’t have to stay 
Clear skies today, tomorrow could bring rain

Blackbird fly away, you don’t have to stay 
Clear skies today, tomorrow could bring rain

OUTRO
Yeah, thank y'all for coming out, I hope you enjoyed the show.
My name’s Nieve, I’ll be here all night.
Make sure to tip your producer too.