Bird After Bird Esham
"Bird After Bird" by Esham, released in 1995, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, survival, and the struggles of life. The lyrics convey a sense of perseverance amid adversity, using vivid imagery. Musically, it features dark beats and haunting samples, reflecting Esham's unique style and influence in underground rap culture.
[Intro:]
Money, got to get it, always necessary
If I don't get it from rapping, it'll be from trafficking
[Hook:]
Bird after bird...
[Verse 1:]
Thank God for amphetamines, but what I really mean is what has dope done for me?
Oh, it got the mansion and the six double zero
? on the table getting rocked up
The other eight, I keep 'em softened in the freezer locked up
Money and the power, money and the power
At the yay spot moving half a brick an hour
All dime rocks in Detroit grind blocks
Look out for the cops and the neighborhood watch
Rolex, diamond infested on some neck shit
Arm & Hammer, baking soda Pyrex shit
Cocaine business controls America
They moving chickens in everybody area
And Colonel Sanders been dead for years
Crows been flocking on the wire since I was a little kid
Young boys come home old men from doing bids
Reflecting on the pain 36 rolls did
Even a possibility of life without parole
Won't stop the murder toll or the birds you sold
Money, got to get it, always necessary
If I don't get it from rapping, it'll be from trafficking
[Hook:]
Bird after bird...
[Verse 1:]
Thank God for amphetamines, but what I really mean is what has dope done for me?
Oh, it got the mansion and the six double zero
? on the table getting rocked up
The other eight, I keep 'em softened in the freezer locked up
Money and the power, money and the power
At the yay spot moving half a brick an hour
All dime rocks in Detroit grind blocks
Look out for the cops and the neighborhood watch
Rolex, diamond infested on some neck shit
Arm & Hammer, baking soda Pyrex shit
Cocaine business controls America
They moving chickens in everybody area
And Colonel Sanders been dead for years
Crows been flocking on the wire since I was a little kid
Young boys come home old men from doing bids
Reflecting on the pain 36 rolls did
Even a possibility of life without parole
Won't stop the murder toll or the birds you sold
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