Pigeon
Cannibal Ox Lyrics

Fuck that sinus problem
Disregard this minor issue and focus on more important matters

Folks of the same manor flock together
People tend to associate with others of similar social standing

Congested on a majestic street corner / That's a short time achievment for most of them / Because most of them / Would rather expand their wings and hover over more exemplary things
People gather in this impressive location, but for many it's just a temporary thrill because they aspire for greater things

That's what we call inspired aviation / By the men of a lower social class that have to eat pizza crust every night / And "Let there be light" was understood / When a microphone-stand descended from up-and-above into the manor
Despite their lower social standing and struggles to make ends meet, these men have achieved great inspiration and success in the music industry

And if my face is worth a thousand words when it's scarred / I would only hope that two of those are glasses and tea / To heal the wounds of the tissue scarred to mark the death of pablo
When my face bears the scars of my struggles, I hope that people see my need for comfort and healing, especially after enduring the traumatic loss of my friend Pablo.

But I've graduated, gained my wings / And one has to let go of my constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo
I've achieved success and moved beyond my past identity and persona.

Eh yo, I'm a white man with a lower class black hoodlum / Drum in my chest that beats on the opposite of the right / Let me know I got a breath left / In this frigid fragile capsule / That allows you to fly south before the winter winds trap you
Despite my unconventional background, I have a burning passion and determination that drives me forward and keeps me alive, like a bird that migrates before winter sets in.

I'm just a male with one mile left / That doggy-paddles through this dessecrate ocean of deceased life / And these rags-to-riches words will decapitate human flesh / Like the assassination of two species of bird with one stone
I'm just barely hanging on, struggling through a life devoid of vitality. My music has the power to cut through and make a lasting impact, much like the death of two endangered bird species.

That's why I don't associate with folks who have the brain capacity of that of a pidgeon with their beaks in the air / Pelicans with wide jaws speak names in exchange for fish heads
I refuse to associate with people who lack ambition and insight, instead prefering to focus on petty pursuits and handouts.

You'll get thrown into fire or similar substances / Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame
Those who waste their lives will end up in a bad situation, with no one to remember or care about them.

Eskimo metal got faeces locked in oxygen shell / Words shot plated metal lung which spun childrens carrousels
My words are powerful and impactful, like metal that somehow traps excrement in ice. They can create positive change, much like the joy of a child riding a merry-go-round.

These males fight quadruple arms swinging two toes exceptionally well / Frightening toys jubilated extreme noise when iron works / Bullet shot animated metally insane windows by implementing fireworks
These tough men are skilled fighters, able to hold their own against multiple opponents. They create chaos and destruction, like gunfire aimed at glass windows and explosions caused by fireworks.

Shining summer-time hydrants / Splash passing cars, now run socially uncorrect tyrants / These faces bare scars (extremely large)
Fire hydrants glisten in the summer sun, but the people around them are violent and socially unacceptable. They carry the emotional scars of their struggles.

Pigeons turn penguins talk fables cellular / Detached Jesus Christ's messages / But freeze-frame gold chain swing Son of God / Iceberg gem shines on the neck of ghetto flight bird
People twist religious messages to suit their selfish desires and aspirations. The trappings of material wealth distract from spiritual enlightenment, but those in poverty can still shine like precious gems.

Getting fly like wording / Let one settle / I remember cats snatched off the pedal (steal and bite days) / Doo-rags worn correctly (Piranhas biting ways)
Achieving success in life is like catching the right wave. I recall a time of desperation and violence, where people fought over basic necessities.

Smoke cheeba via the lung Arabian camel / Fast like a cheetah and this fact has knocked me off my African sandal
People are using drugs to escape their harsh reality. The speed with which events are unfolding has taken me by surprise, like losing a sandal in the middle of a race.

God damn you! constructed skin of ethiopian nature / Trapped in run down neighbourhood's meg-yard where superbly-hard / Arms swing steel palms thus belonging to a leopard of iron skinned nature / Holding satanic metal eagle attacks the desert
I'm frustrated with my circumstances, as a person of Ethiopian descent stuck in a rundown neighborhood with dangerous, violent people. I find myself embodying characteristics of a predator, like a leopard with steel claws, fighting against evil forces.

Paranoid fingertips stitched with three-fifty and seven metal faeces / Tucked behind the belt ghetto style like delicate street etiquette / Never lacked toast metal cow got milk in the gut digesting
I'm always on edge, with weapons hidden on my person as a matter of course. I try to blend in with my surroundings while also maintaining a sense of toughness and resilience.

Cats have to eat swallowed beef horribly melanin mahogany / Black boys masticate on rap noid / Eight arms working short circuit which melted the manufactured crack / Slinging shot guns through the mouth of cracked helmets, the black race felt emotion about the matter
People of color have to deal with systemic racism and poverty, resorting to dangerous behavior and modes of survival. The violence and corruption of society impacts them deeply, creating a sense of anger and frustration.

Cats who attempt to pop will get shot through the nostril / I appear to be suffering a migraine grab the pistol and get hostile / He caught you alone under great pressure / Unemployed persons screaming "That's why I robbed you!"
Those who try to become too powerful or opportunistic in this environment face the risk of violence. I myself am on edge and paranoid, ready for a fight if necessary. Those who are desperate find themselves resorting to theft.

Tired of the Medicaid, deceased due to the car (?) Novocain diluted with freshly squeezed lemonade / "You better get a job!" my mother said, shes just imitating hawks / He nearly masticated on a bodega food stamp transaction / Left one in corners buckled me accompanied by evil hands clapping
People are fed up with the lack of social support, with many succumbing to drug overdoses or other issues. My mother urges me to get a job and be successful. People struggle to get by, dealing with the indignity of using food stamps. I feel trapped and powerless in this environment.

Sporting my "hell I made it" wetsuit stitch / So one can backstroke in elevators extremely wet due to cats urinating in the surounding area / I sport my simulated air tank section / So I can leave pressures of oxygen where my microphones lit / I'm just a pigeon
Despite my success, I still feel the weight of my past and the struggles that motivated me to succeed. I try to protect myself while also seeking freedom and release through my music. Ultimately, I'm just a person, vulnerable and flawed like everyone else.