Birdhouse - The Blessing

I’m in the birdhouse I beat my wings against the window

I’ve got no time for competition or the pistilating limbo

I don’t caught no sympathy no witness to the Bible

I just paid my green fees for the pleasures of survival

This is the west side and the war game’s played for real

Down here

I ain’t no actor I’m a poor man dressed for real

Oh yeah

Come on sweetness ride low get it on

I’m going to take you higher, higher

I’m in the crack house got my rock upon the table

Got no mind for conversation with the big man from the label

I don’t caught no 9 to 5 no witness to the Bible

I just hit the headlines and blew away my closest rival

This is the Watts, child and war game’s played for

Real down here

I ain’t no actor just a poor man dressed for real

Oh yeah

Come on sweetness ride low get it on

I’m going to take you higher, higher

All along that gold coast peep show

I see people they get it on

I’m going to take you higher, higher

This is the jungle and the war game’s played for real

Down here

I ain’t no actor I’m a poor man dressed for real

Oh yeah

Come on sweetness ride low get it on

I’m going to take you higher, higher

This is the jungle and the war game’s played for real

Down here

I ain’t no actor I’m a poor man dressed for real

Oh yeah

Come on sweetness ride low get it on

I’m going to take you higher, higher

All along that gold coast peep show

I see people they get it on

I’m going to take you higher, higher

I’m a red sun setting down low over sugar bay baby

I’m going to take you higher, higher

Been took for granted

I command my needs demanded

Hand in hand been took for granted

Come way over, higher, higher